"That little bastard really dared to say it—his upper lip and lower lip merely touched, and out came tens of millions of Radiant Star Coins. With him? How much could he possibly produce?" Ximen Kuang fumed indignantly.
Words aside, he was still immensely tempted.
With his cultivation, killing a thousand people might be impossible, but killing a hundred would be as easy as turning his hand over!
Ten million was not much, yet it was their entire fortune.
And if his kill count truly stood head and shoulders above the rest, the Sect Master would surely forget their previous conflict. Perhaps he might even receive other benefits.
This old man's cultivation had been stuck at the peak of the Eighth-tier Saint Star Position for over thirty years.
He had heard that the Sect Master had recently been buying spirit herbs and medicinal pills in great quantities. If he truly earned great merit, perhaps this old man might really have a chance to advance his cultivation further.
If I advance once more, this old man can become an ancestor!
Though the four of them were selfish, the possibility that there truly was someone betraying the sect was far, far too small.
No sooner said than done.
Just as everyone's fighting spirit was ignited by Qin Shaofeng's command, they had already approached the battlefield.
"Everyone from the Chasing Stars Sect, kill!"
Qin Shaofeng roared, while his left hand suddenly brushed lightly across the blade of Ghost Three Slashes in his hand.
Then, like the tip of an arrow, he took the lead and charged into the enemy formation of the Four Symbols Sect.
The instant they collided, dozens of clouds of blood mist rose into the air.
Though this battle was crucial, none of them were made of iron. Naturally, they needed