Yue Qianchou had no psychological burden whatsoever about killing these people. Everyone who entered this place to fight and kill knew that life and death were fated, success and failure left to Heaven—besides, they had struck first.
He had not flown far from where he had killed those people when he faintly heard the sounds of fierce fighting. It seemed a group battle was underway. Yue Qianchou immediately slowed down, slipped outside a valley, then quietly drifted close to the ground and hid behind a large boulder, secretly poking his head out to look.
By the time he saw them, the battle was nearly over. He watched with his own eyes as one man was carved into pieces by a barrage of swords, while other corpses lay scattered throughout the valley. Another gray-robed man who had been surrounded suddenly summoned something from his storage bracelet. Grasping it in his hand, he shouted angrily, "Stop, or I'll destroy it."
The dozen or so blue-robed men surrounding him immediately found themselves like rats afraid to smash the vase. Their flying swords hovered in the air, glaring like tigers at their prey, yet no one dared move again. After exchanging glances, one stepped forward and sneered, "Hand over the item, and I promise to spare your life."
"Do you think I'd believe your nonsense?" The gray-robed man's face was filled with grief and indignation.
The leading blue-robed man snorted. "Then what do you want? If the item is destroyed, you'll still be dead. Hand it over, and I guarantee I'll let you leave."
The gray-robed man slowly shook his head, his face full of sorrow and fury. He knew perfectly well what would happen if he handed it over. Yet by sheer coincidence, he caught sight of a peeking head behind a boulder