A moment later, Lin Qingxue understood.
Though the fighting in the pit was fierce, the real contest had yet to begin.
Disciples of the major sects, such as Gu Mingxuan and Sun Xiaochuan, watched coldly, letting the independent cultivators and disciples of small and medium-sized sects slaughter one another. They seemed uninterested in competing, but their calculations were shrewd.
They were merely waiting for the weaklings in the pit to exhaust themselves fighting one another. Only when the eventual victor tried to flee with the pill would they act.
That way, they could avoid lowering themselves by getting involved in such a low-level struggle.
And they could easily snatch the treasure at the last moment.
It looks like my chances are slim!
Once Lin Qingxue saw through their intentions, a faint disappointment stirred in her heart.
She was injured and alone. How could she snatch anything from the clutches of these sect prodigies?
Perhaps... apart from the Azure Water Spirit Bead in her hand, she really would leave the Yunmeng Great Swamp empty-handed this time.
Just as these thoughts ran through her mind.
The struggle in the pit began to yield a result.
A sect disciple dressed in green took a sword strike beneath his ribs, but still managed to seize the hovering Dragon Pattern Creation Pill.
Yet just as wild joy appeared on his face, before he could tuck the pill into his robes, a vicious flash of saber light swept in from the side.
Slash!
The blade sliced effortlessly through his throat.
The sect disciple's eyes widened. Clutching his spurting neck, he toppled stiffly to the ground, and the pill flew from his hand.
"Hahahaha! This pill is mine!"
A middle-aged independent cultivator with a savage scar across his face caught the pill in midair and laughed