Ye Xiaotian narrowed his eyes, his expression darkening.
A shorty? Looking up, he saw more than a dozen figures hurrying after the rapidly flying hexagonal crystal.
Their clothes still bore dried bloodstains. Disheveled and grimy, they radiated biting killing intent, like soldiers who had temporarily retreated from a battlefield to recuperate.
"Trial-takers..."
Ye Xiaotian saw at once that the strongest among them was merely at the Yin-Yang Grandmaster realm.
But that was under the Yunlun Mountain Range's lifted cultivation suppression. Within Tiansang Spirit Palace, at the same realm, most of them likely could not defeat even the foremost among the Inner Academy Thirty-Three.
For example, Rao Yinyin, Su Qianqian, or even Zhang Xinxiong, who had already died but had suppressed his cultivation for years for the Royal City Trial.
Ye Xiaotian took a deep breath, then slowly let it out.
Even if these people had touched his reverse scale, why should he get angry with such petty rabble?
With a smack, Ye Xiaotian reached out and caught the hexagonal crystal speeding toward him without even making a turn.
"Good!"
Among the people rushing over from behind, the scar-faced man at the front shouted excitedly. "Brother, you did well. Hand me that Saint Power treasure, and I'll transfer you fifty thousand points."
Ye Xiaotian hovered slightly in the air and watched the group approach without reacting.
The dozen or so people had been some distance away, and only arrived before him after a while. Riding the wind as they came, they muttered among themselves in lowered voices:
"How strange. Is this shorty an idiot, or is he mute and unable to speak?"
"No, the strangest thing is that the Saint Power treasure clearly possesses intelligence. It fled on its own while we were pursuing it, but when it reached that shorty..."