Shouyang Mountain.
The moment the Kongtong Seal fully revealed its true form, the millions of cultivators present instantly descended into extreme madness!
"It's mine! This treasure is mine!"
"Get lost! Anyone who dares fight me for it, I'll wipe out their entire clan!"
"Kill! Kill them all! Once I seize the treasure, I'll be the next hegemon!"
Greed had utterly overcome reason!
Without any unnecessary words, the most primitive and bloodiest slaughter erupted in an instant!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of divine arts and spells were blasted wildly at everyone around them, as if they cost nothing!
The radiance of magical treasures danced chaotically through the air. The sounds of blades slicing through flesh rose one after another, while blood poured from the sky like a torrential rain, dyeing all of Shouyang Mountain a glaring crimson.
Heavenly Immortal- and True Immortal-level cultivators were as fragile as paper in this chaotic battle. They could not withstand even a single exchange before being torn apart by the raging tide of energy, their souls annihilated.
Even Golden Immortal experts were merely slightly larger cannon fodder. They would often slay one person, only to be struck by several fatal attacks from behind and die with hatred.
Su Ming floated high above the Ninth Heaven like a detached god, coldly looking down upon the human hell below, which resembled a flesh-and-blood millstone.
In his eyes, the struggle among these low-level cultivators was nothing more than a ridiculous farce.
Their greed and madness were destined to be futile.
In the end, they would only throw away their lives for nothing and add another smear of blood to this land.
The slaughter continued for several hours.
Its brutality far exceeded anyone's imagination.
Of the millions of cultivators, ninety-nine percent