Golden-Winged Little Roc King

Of course, this had not been deliberately left behind. He was not that foolish. Rather, during the conflict, that generation's Yaoguang Saint Son had been severely wounded and failed to escape this secret realm, ultimately perishing here.

The news that he had carried Dragon-Patterned Black Gold had also spread. That was why so many people had come to the Star River Secret Realm.

After all, it was material exclusive to Ancient Emperors. Anyone who believed they possessed Emperor Potential would want to claim it.

"Everyone, this item is a treasure left behind by a predecessor of my Shaking Light Holy Land. I hope you will give the Shaking Light Holy Land some face," the Yaoguang Saint Son said gently and elegantly. Outside, countless female cultivators would have fallen for him, but before him stood a bunch of rough men. Gentleness and refinement were useless in front of them.

"Is the Shaking Light Holy Land worthy?" the Golden-Winged Little Roc King said disdainfully.

"I'm taking this Dragon-Patterned Black Gold!" the Golden-Winged Little Roc King declared arrogantly.

"If you refuse to accept that, come fight!" The Golden-Winged Little Roc King held a black halberd in his hand. It was as heavy as a mountain, crushing the Void until it was nearly collapsing. Black as ink, it seemed like a Black Hole that devoured one's mind.

This Tianhuang was not that Tianhuang; it was not the weapon of the Kun Peng from Perfect World.

This was merely an ordinary Great Ability Artifact named the Great Desolation Halberd. The Old Roc King had refined it in the Great Wilderness. It had accompanied him throughout his life and was one of the most infamous vicious weapons wielded by Holy Master-level Figures of the Eastern Wasteland.

The moment the black Great Desolation Halberd emerged, it was