章節 2257: Life or money?

The coffin's lid exploded?

Song Shuhang, who was in the stone coffin, was dumbfounded.

I am neither Newton nor Isaac, so why can't my coffin stay put?

Without the coffin lid, he would be facing the remains of Wielder of the Will Fat Ball directly. Just how stressful was that?

At this time, the fragments of the lid reached the Wielder's corpse; every piece was covered with sharp sword qi as it slashed at the ball.

The sky was filled with sword light, which then turned into a sword net as it covered the remains of Wielder of the Will Fat Ball in an attempt to stall it.

At the same time, a wooden sword slipped through the cracks in the stone coffin and landed in Song Shuhang's hand.

It was Senior White's small-black-room-breaking disposable flying sword.

The exploding lid was a defense mechanism left by Senior White before he left.