Jing'an Market

"???"

When the dozen or so market masters saw the pure-white wall blocking them shatter, their hearts first jolted in shock, but they quickly reacted and all rushed inside at once.

An opportunity lost would never come again.

They couldn't let others take all the profit. No matter what, they had to get a share.

They stepped greedily into the core region of the Underground Ore Vein, but the scene was different from what they had imagined.

They had thought everyone would be sitting there dividing the spoils, only to see a knife-wielding hunk covered in corded muscle staring at them with a mocking look.

"Who are you?"

The leader frowned tightly and asked tentatively. At the same time, his eyes flicked almost imperceptibly toward the Crystallized Sha whose base had snapped, yet had vanished without a trace.

"Pfft!"

The moment He Zhao saw the newcomers, he raised his hand without a word and chopped down with his saber.

The market master under attack simply failed to react. What normal person would start hacking someone to death at the first disagreement?

And so, a saber as pale as bone, with a rather strange curve, cut into his skull without warning and sliced out from between his legs.

The expected scene of blood spilling all over the ground did not appear. When the two halves of the body separated and toppled left and right, all everyone saw were two pieces of wind-dried withered flesh.

Wisps of Blood Mist Qi emerged from the Blood-Devouring Saber, and a trace of red luster dyed its pale blade. It was like a resentful woman in the boudoir who had received tremendous nourishment, her complexion several times better than before.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak..."

The cries of Blood Bats rang out. The market masters, who had just