At this moment.
One of the leaders among the human teams swept his gaze around, then said indifferently:
"Everyone, this is the consequence of privately trading Divine Blood. I hope you will remember this scene well.
Otherwise, perhaps your Nascent Souls and Golden Cores will also be sealed atop the city gates."
Once he finished speaking, the leader glanced at the Mortal Cultivators whose hearts were beginning to quail and thought to himself:
"Good. As long as they're afraid!"
Immediately after, the powerhouses of the two races left directly, leaving behind only the Mortal Cultivators staring at one another in silent dismay.
Very soon, the two groups of human and Demon Race powerhouses paid no heed to the other Mortal Cultivators and drifted away.
After the two teams of powerhouses had gone far away, the area before the city gates grew lively again.
A Golden Core Realm Mortal Cultivator immediately spoke up:
"Better obtain a portion of Divine Blood as soon as possible and leave this place!"
"Indeed!"
"This opportunity is not worth having!"
However, not every powerhouse shared that attitude. One little demon with a fish head said disdainfully:
"Only the weak choose to retreat!"
"Even if I die, I will die on the road to breaking through and becoming a Great Demon."
With that said, the blunt-spoken fish demon immediately turned and left.
Seeing this, Cheng Buzheng secretly shook his head and murmured inwardly:
"Everyone has their own karmic fate. It cannot be forced."
With a sigh, he too turned and departed.
Shortly afterward, Cheng Buzheng headed toward the bustling streets within the Forbidden Ancient City.
As he walked, Cheng Buzheng discovered that there were few shops within the ancient city that custom-made Magic Treasures or refined Spirit Pills. Most sold finished Spiritual Items, or were places of