The umbrella began to crackle with lightning when Lin Yun poured his dragon runes into it. As a dragon roar echoed, it sounded majestic, and Ku Ying, who wanted to seize the umbrella away from him, was immediately sent flying away.

“Glory saint artifact?” Xie Feng’s eyes lit up when he saw the umbrella, and he couldn’t contain his excitement.

“Hahaha. You’re Lin Tian, right? You really have quite a lot of treasures. If I remember correctly, you have a metallic wooden ...