Hearing those cries for blood.
Xiao Yuan's expression changed slightly.
What did these ants know?
Everything he, Xiao Yuan, had done—
was it for himself?
It was all for the Heavenly Martial Continent!
All to resist the coming Outer Realm Divine Race!
"Xiao Yuan, you've got some nerve! The sacred relic is the lifeblood of countless martial artists across the Heavenly Martial Continent. You don't get to keep it all for yourself!"
Mystic Sword Martial Saint stepped forward, his sword intent slicing through the sky.
"Hand over the sacred relic, and we might still leave you an intact corpse!"
"That's right!"
"Otherwise, we'll uproot your Martial Immortal Hall along with you—leaving neither chickens nor dogs alive!"
Countless people glared furiously at Xiao Yuan.
Facing the condemnation of a thousand men.
Xiao Yuan's gaze remained cold.
Hand over the sacred relic?
Absolutely impossible!
This was his only bargaining chip against the Outer Realm Divine Race.
"How can sparrows understand the aspirations of a swan?"
Xiao Yuan sneered.
"The great calamity is approaching, and the Heavenly Martial Continent stands on the brink of destruction."
"You lot are so shortsighted, fixated only on the paltry gains before your eyes. You have no idea what true terror is!"
"Only in my hands can the sacred relic give the Heavenly Martial Continent a sliver of hope."
"You want me to hand it over?"
Xiao Yuan swept his gaze across the crowd, his eyes full of mockery.
"You are not worthy!"
The moment those words fell, they completely ignited everyone's fury.
"Arrogant!"
"Why waste words on him? Kill him, and we'll naturally reclaim the sacred relic!"
An elderly Martial Saint roared.
The aura of a lower-level Martial Saint erupted with a boom.
His body shot forward.
The Qi and Blood martial core within him spun madly.