"Buzz—!"
A tremor that seemed to come from ancient times reverberated throughout heaven and earth.
Immediately afterward, a dazzling golden light pierced through the valley's thick restrictions and clouds like a sharp sword, shooting straight into the Ninth Heaven!
Endless treasure light and auspicious energy instantly dyed the sky across tens of thousands of miles.
An incomparably profound aura of an Innate Spiritual Treasure spread without restraint, as though proclaiming its emergence to the entire Primordial Wilderness.
"An Innate Spiritual Treasure!"
"An Innate Spiritual Treasure has appeared!"
In an instant, the entire mountain range boiled over.
Greed flickered in the eyes of the cultivators.
In the Primordial Wilderness, an Innate Spiritual Treasure was enough to change a cultivator's fate. It could even become the suppressing treasure of an entire faction.
No one could resist such temptation.
Su Ming's figure appeared silently atop a mountain peak. From a great distance, he quietly watched that valley.
He resembled a ferocious beast lying in wait among the grass, ready to strike at any moment.
"Boom!"
The restrictions around the valley shattered completely.
"The treasure is mine!"
A nearby Heavenly Immortal cultivator's eyes reddened. With a roar, he was the first to charge inside.
However, he was fast, but someone else was faster!
"Get lost!"
A fierce sword light attacked from the side, instantly cleaving the Heavenly Immortal cultivator in two. Blood dyed the sky red.
A bloody battle for the treasure had begun.
"Kill!"
"Anyone who dares to fight me for it will die!"
"Leave it behind!"
Hundreds and thousands of cultivators surged forward like sharks that had smelled blood.
The radiance of magic treasures and the thunder of divine abilities intertwined into a web of death within the small valley.
Screams and roars rang out without end.
Cultivators continuously exploded into clouds of blood in midair, while severed limbs fell like rain.
Greed had completely devoured their reason.
Amid the chaos, a cultivator in a gray Daoist robe wore a cold expression and attacked with ruthless ferocity. He summoned a seal, and every time it crashed down, it claimed several lives.
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen cultivators had died by his hand.
Taking advantage of the moment when the seal forced everyone back, he moved like lightning and grabbed the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin floating in midair!
"Hahaha! The treasure is mine..."
Before his delighted laughter had faded, a thin black light, fine as a cow's hair, silently shot out from behind him and pierced straight through his heart.
The delight on the gray-robed cultivator's face froze. He lowered his head and looked at the bloody hole in his chest, his eyes filled with unwillingness and shock. His vitality rapidly faded, and he plunged stiffly from the sky.
The Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin flew free from his grasp once more.
"Kill!"
After a brief moment of shock, an even more brutal melee erupted.
For this Spiritual Treasure that could determine life and death, everyone had gone mad with killing.
In the short span of a single incense stick, more than a thousand cultivators had fallen. Among them were even several Golden Immortal mighty figures who had devoted years to painstaking cultivation!
Inside and outside the valley, blood flowed like rivers, while baleful energy soared into the sky.
Just then.
A cold, violent, nauseating aura suddenly enveloped the entire battlefield without warning.
"Hehehe... A bunch of ants actually dare to covet such a Spiritual Treasure?"
Accompanied by a harsh, strange laugh, a Daoist in black robes with a withered face appeared in midair.
He held a black banner in his hand. A ferocious poisonous dragon was embroidered on its surface, and wisps of black qi seeped from the banner. Just smelling it made one dizzy and feel as though their soul were about to split apart.
"It... it's Poison Dragon Daoist!"
"That devil from Black Wind Mountain! Why is he here?"
Among the crowd, some well-informed cultivators recognized the newcomer. Their voices were filled with extreme fear.
Poison Dragon Daoist was a fierce rogue cultivator at the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm. He cultivated poisonous arts and was vicious and ruthless. The number of cultivators who had died by his hand was impossible to count, and his infamous reputation was well known!
"You're only recognizing this seat now? Too late!"
Poison Dragon Daoist gave a sinister grin and suddenly waved the Poison Dragon Banner in his hand.
"Roar!"
With a dragon's roar, the poisonous dragon embroidered on the banner seemed to come alive. It opened its enormous maw and spat out a cloud of dark green poisonous mist.
Wherever the poisonous mist passed, space itself made a sizzling, corrosive sound.
"Ah—!"
"My body! My magic power!"
Dozens of cultivators who failed to dodge in time were instantly enveloped by the poisonous mist.
Their protective immortal light was pierced through like paper. Immediately afterward, their bodies and souls were corroded amid shrill screams, turning into puddles of foul-smelling pus.
With one strike, he had instantly killed dozens of Mystic Immortals and Heavenly Immortals!
This horrifying sight made everyone stop fighting. Their entire bodies turned cold, as though they had fallen into an icy abyss.
The might of a Grand Unity Golden Immortal had been revealed in full.
Poison Dragon Daoist looked at the terrified expressions of the crowd, and an expression of immense enjoyment appeared on his face.
He stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked his cracked lips. Then he spoke sinisterly, his voice carrying across the entire battlefield:
"Get lost."
"Or die."
He was domineering and arrogant, leaving no room for negotiation.
The remaining cultivators looked at one another, their faces deathly pale.
Facing such a vicious fiend, the greed in their hearts had long since been replaced by boundless fear.
But at that moment, a cultivator at the peak of the Golden Immortal realm seemed unwilling to accept this. Relying on his formidable cultivation, he forced himself to step forward.
"Daoist! This treasure was born of Heaven and Earth and has no owner. Whoever sees it has a share. Your actions are far too domineering!"
"Domineering?"
Poison Dragon Daoist glanced at him as though he were looking at a dead man.
"Here, with this seat, fists are reason!"
Before his voice had faded, he flicked a finger.
A dark green beam of poison condensed to the extreme transformed into a tiny poisonous spike and shot toward the Golden Immortal cultivator at an unimaginable speed.
The Golden Immortal cultivator's expression changed drastically, and he was overwhelmed with terror. In his haste, he summoned his defensive magic treasure—a golden shield that glittered with light.
However, when the poisonous spike struck the shield, it made no sound at all.
The golden shield's spiritual radiance dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Countless black spots appeared across its surface, and in the blink of an eye, it lost all spirituality. With a clang, it fell to the ground.
The poisonous spike continued onward and pierced straight through the Golden Immortal cultivator's brow.
"Urgh..."
The Golden Immortal cultivator's eyes bulged wide. Before he could even scream, his entire body rapidly dissolved into a pool of black blood that dripped onto the ground, giving off a nauseating stench.
One strike!
Another instant kill!
This time, the one who had died was a mighty figure at the peak of the Golden Immortal realm!
The entire battlefield fell silent.
No one dared to raise the slightest objection again.
There was nothing left in everyone's eyes but awe and fear.
Poison Dragon Daoist withdrew his satisfied gaze, no longer bothering to spare these ants another glance. He began walking unhurriedly toward the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin radiating an alluring light.
He walked very slowly. Every step seemed to land on the hearts of the crowd, making their hearts contract in response.
He greatly enjoyed this feeling of controlling everything and deciding the life and death of others.
On the mountain peak in the distance, Su Ming took everything in, his expression as calm as an ancient well.
Watching the arrogant and invincible Poison Dragon Daoist, the corners of his lips silently lifted into an almost imperceptible arc.
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