white bone nails from his left hand. These bone nails were crafted from the ribs of a golden-spined tiger he had slain, capable of splitting gold and piercing stone, possessing formidable lethality....Xiang Qingcheng's eyes were filled with endless melancholy. Her gaze was clear and sharp, yet unintentionally revealing a myriad of sorrows. 。a few of the sky-faring warships, along with many more flying hawk warships. A good number were battle-damaged, their hulls spewing black smoke and their spirit cannons riddled with holes. The decks...