Almost at the very first moment, they had already chased after them at a speed bordering on madness.
Already nearly insane, once they went berserk, they actually suppressed all seven of them in a single brief instant.
"Ximen Kuang, slow down! Leave one for me!"
"Me too, me too!"
"That's seven hundred million! You seventeen bastards can't take it all for yourselves!"
A group of Seventh Grade and Sixth Grade, even large numbers of Third Grade, Fourth Grade, and Fifth Grade Saint Star Position experts, almost immediately tore those seven people limb from limb.
Qin Shaofeng did not personally supervise the battle, but Ran Zun had long since conscientiously taken care of such matters.
"Ximen Jie gets one hundred million, Lei Rukang gets one hundred million, you, you, you, you, you—each of you five gets one hundred million. Record it for now; once this battle is over, it will all be distributed together!" Qin Shaofeng accurately named the seven people who had secured kills.
Six of them had nothing surprising about them.
But the final person to claim a kill was only a Third Grade Saint Star Position expert.
His cultivation had originally been insufficient, and amid such a chaotic melee, although his slash had succeeded, Ximen Kuang's following strike had severed that man's head.
He had thought his reward would probably end up in Ximen Kuang's pocket.
Yet he had never expected Qin Shaofeng's eyes to be so sharp.
For a moment, he felt as though he were about to go mad.
"Thank you, my lord! My lord truly has eyes like torches! I-I-I actually got one hundred million too! Ahahahaha..." The man nearly went insane.
"This was your own achievement. There is no need to thank me."
Qin Shaofeng shouted, "You need not worry about anything either. Although