C348 The Saint Fruit Is Ripe

Eighteen individuals rose to their feet, splitting into two factions as they converged together. Aside from gazing up at the Martial Spirit Holy Fruit atop the mountain, their eyes were also warily fixed on the nine opponents before them.

"Haha, the Martial Spirit Holy Fruit is nearly ripe," Zhao Qinghai chuckled, his eyes casting a shadowy glance over the nine men