These Celestial Crane Needles, the moment they fell into Zheng Ming's hands, rapidly pulsated, as if they were about to burst out from Zheng Ming's grasp.
When it came to treasures of others that he couldn't refine, Zheng Ming never showed any courtesy. He clasped his hands together like two millstones, grinding them within his palms.
Sad cries of cranes echoed from Zheng Ming's hands.
"Niu Dingtian, how dare you lay a hand on the treasured heirloom of our Dongtian Marquis Mansion. Our Dongtian Marquis Mansion and you are in a life-and-death struggle, stop immediately!" Seeing Zheng Ming about to obliterate his family heirloom, Jia Yunzheng was utterly anxious.
But he dared not charge towards Zheng Ming and could only quickly activate a spell to try recovering the Celestial Crane Needle.
The cries of the crane grew increasingly sorrowful, and in the final moment, the Celestial Crane Needle had been crushed into fine powder, dispersing in the void.
