The battle at Wanxing Mountain could be called the most brutal battle of the year.
After that single battle, at least ten Grandmasters had fallen in that little-known market town.
The news drew widespread attention the moment it spread.
"Weren't they going to Wo Niu Ridge in Wanxing Mountain? Why did they suddenly end up in a market town?"
"I heard they were chasing someone down."
"Who?"
"No idea, but from what we know so far, that person not only snatched the fruit, he even uprooted the Divine Tree."
"Damn, that fierce? No wonder so many Martial Dao powerhouses hated his guts."
"Exactly. They stood guard day and night for three or four days, watching out for their companions and the Ferocious Beasts in the mountains the whole time. After all that hard work waiting for the fruit to ripen, they didn't even get a scrap. Who wouldn't be furious?"
"That's miserable."
"Tell me about it. Most of the Martial Dao Great Grandmasters who died this time came from those few families..."
"The Qin Family, the Wang Family, the Wei Family..."
"The Wei Family probably suffered the heaviest losses, right? Apparently, two Demon Kings showed up before the fruit ripened and killed a lot of their elites... I heard those Demon Kings were Dragon Crocodiles, which had gone extinct... Or, to be precise, everyone thought they were extinct, but then they suddenly appeared again."
"The Wang Family had it rough too. The Ferocious Beasts had already worn them down in the earlier battle, and then other factions ambushed them while they were fighting over the fruit."
"You've all got one thing wrong. The Qin Family had it worst! This actually had something to do with that mysterious Swordsman. My older brother went to Wanxing Mountain and told me himself-
"Qin