After killing them all, Ye Xiwen stripped every last thing from their bodies and found another thirty thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones. Though it could not compare to Ye Xiwen's own wealth, they were Core Disciples after all—sure enough, each was richer than the last. As for Ye Xiwen, his wealth was already comparable to that of a Xiantian-level martial artist. That was an entirely different matter.
More importantly, the score on Ye Xiwen's waist token broke through five thousand points in an instant. Although these people had spent this time searching for Ye Xiwen, they had not forgotten to accumulate points. With so many of them together, Ye Xiwen's score soared straight to five thousand.
That was far better than slowly accumulating them himself. From this, Ye Xiwen once again confirmed one thing: whoever had established these rules was clearly encouraging mutual slaughter.
After thoroughly looting them, Ye Xiwen did not linger. He darted into the forest and swiftly vanished.
Within a forest in the Blood Origin Realm, a group of seven or eight people raced through the woods. Every one of them was a disciple at Houtian Ninth Stage or above. Among them were even the current foremost disciple of the Zhang Family, Zhang Jingxin, and the strongest among the female disciples, Zhang Yuelian.
Yet what was surprising was that neither of them led the group. At the front was another handsome young man in his twenties, with striking brows and sharp features.
"Senior Brother Liu!" Zhang Jingxin called out. "These Yi Yuan Sect disciples are troublesome too. Why not go slaughter them all first?"
The young man surnamed Liu merely frowned faintly before saying, "Those Yi Yuan Sect disciples were scattered when they were teleported in. How long would it take to find and kill them one