Ultimately, Lu Xuan extended a large hand toward the direction of the bronze bowl, grasping at the empty space.
The bronze bowl then soared from the ground, as if supported by an invisible hand.
Lu Xuan grasped the bronze bowl flying through the void.
Only when Lu Xuan held the bronze bowl did his expressionless face reveal astonishment.
"This thing?"
Lu Xuan clearly realized that this seemingly ordinary bronze bowl was not made from common bronze materials.
Thinking about this terrifying result, Lu Xuan's right hand tightly gripped the bronze bowl, his fingers producing a series of faint sounds as they clenched.
Yet, despite such great force, the bronze bowl in Lu Xuan's hand remained unchanged.
Observing this, a gleam of delight flashed in Lu Xuan's eyes.
Could this be something valuable?
This incredible hardness seemed stronger than his Black Profound Saber.
