Xiaoyu's Spirit Realm was only 10 kilometers in diameter and now seemed quaint, filled to the brim with things.
Heaps of Blue Star clothing, snacks, and other items floated about, likely gifts from Wanqing and the others.
The Dragon Abyss Sword lay buried within, playing dead and not coming out to greet anyone, obviously still holding a grudge against Lu Li.
Apart from that, there was the Dragon Head Bone, larger than the Forbidden City itself.
The sawed-off stumps at the base of the neck and the dragon horns were vividly clear, the cuts clean and decisive—the result of a single blow.
Even as remains, the hardness of this dragon bone was comparable to that of a Second Grade Magic Treasure.
How powerful must it have been in life? And who could have brutally slain it in such a manner?
Lu Li knew he couldn't have done it—it would require a power surpassing that of the Yang God Realm.
"Could it be... related to Wu Xu?"
