"It really is a Ten-Thousand-Year Crimson Fruit!"
Gazing at the reddish-purple spirit fruit in his hand, Duan Lingtian's eyes lit up brightly, his tone filled with excitement.
Although the burly man and the old man had mentioned this Ten-Thousand-Year Crimson Fruit earlier during their fight, he hadn't seen it with his own eyes and couldn't be certain whether they had mistaken its identity.
Chapter 1199