Those who had just arrived were left staring dumbly. It was common enough for people to fight over wealth, but slaughtering one another like this was something they had never seen before. Or rather, even if one wanted to kill, it should be done secretly somewhere deserted. They had never witnessed such an open and aboveboard massacre.
Death Mystic Realm experts were the backbone of any faction. Without a legitimate reason, they would never be permitted to slaughter one another for no reason.
But what were they seeing now? Two Late Stage of Death Mystic Realm experts had died in one go—not at the hands of enemies, but at the hands of their own people. Once this news spread, one could only imagine the uproar it would cause.
Had this man gone mad? Even over the fight for Mystic Pills, he should not have been this vicious.
Everyone's minds seemed to have crashed. For a while, they simply could not react.
Ye Xiwen paid no attention to what they thought. After plundering all the wealth from the two men, he immediately began controlling the Heavenly Origin Mirror and continuously sweeping up the Mystic Pills.
In the blink of an eye, he had taken in another million or so Mystic Pills.
Only then did those people finally come to their senses. This endless ocean of Mystic Pills was the true reason the three men had erupted into such a fierce conflict.
That boundless sea of Mystic Pills was an incomparably vast fortune, enough to make their eyes redden. Yet when they saw the two corpses on the ground, still not cold, they immediately calmed down.
What a joke. If not for those two corpses, they might have had the nerve to contend with Ye Xiwen. As the saying went, the law