A look of astonishment crossed the gaunt old man's face; he hadn't expected the Starry Ink Jade to shatter.
The old man in the gray robe also showed surprise on his face.
A moment of surprise also appeared on the short old man's face.
However, he immediately swayed and grabbed at a huge piece of Starry Ink Jade.
The other two grandmasters made the same choice at almost the same time.
The Starry Ink Jade had already shattered into dozens of pieces, enough for each of the three to get a considerable share, so there was no longer any need for them to continue fighting.
"It's broken? The Starry Ink Jade... it's broken?!"
The hundreds of martial artists who had been intimidated by the three grandmasters and had resigned themselves to their fate and retreated saw the Starry Ink Jade explode.
After a brief moment of astonishment, a burning intensity suddenly ignited in everyone's eyes.
Without further hesitation, they shot out in unison!
The Starry Ink Jade has shattered into dozens of pieces. Even if the three grandmasters possess extraordinary abilities, it would be impossible for them to collect all the fragments in an instant.
The opportunity has arrived! Grab a piece and flee immediately!
The bold get rich, the timid starve.
Whether you become rich overnight or end up with nothing depends on this moment.
"Whoosh--!"
A figure Void Sundering and lunged at a fist-sized fragment of black jade that was flying not far away.
Then came the second, third, and fourth...
The hundreds of figures, like wasps whose hornet nest had been disturbed, frantically swarmed towards the scattered black fragments, the Break the Wind and the rustling of clothes instantly tangling together.
"Swish swish swish swish--"
Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Yuan, Lin Qingyin, Chu Jinghong, Zhen Feixuan simultaneously leaped out, each rushing towards a larger piece of Starry Ink Jade.
"Now!"
Fang Han was also taken aback, not expecting that the Starry Ink Jade would shatter under the attacks of three grandmasters.
However, he immediately realized that this was an excellent opportunity.
An opportunity to seize the Starry Ink Jade without being targeted by three Grandmasters.
His gaze swept rapidly across the flying debris, instantly locking onto one of the largest pieces.
It was a piece of Starry Ink Jade, about the size of a human head, flying towards his left.
"Whoosh!"
With the Perfection Realm Wind God Step fully activated, his gray robes left a blurry afterimage in the air.
His speed was astonishing, faster than anyone else present.
In less than two breaths, he caught up with the head-sized piece of Starry Ink Jade, reached out with his left hand, and firmly grasped it with his five fingers.
Holding the head-sized Starry Ink Jade in my hand, it felt cool to the touch, with tiny, star-like lights flowing through my palm, and it felt heavy.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han grasped the piece of Starry Ink Jade in his hand, a sharp gust of wind suddenly attacked from the side.
With undisguised rage, he slashed straight at Fang Han's right arm.
The man who made the move was an elderly man in his sixties, with gray hair draped loosely over his shoulders. His square face was deeply lined with wrinkles, and he was frowning with wide-open eyes.
Fang Han recognized him; this man was among the dozen or so martial artists who had participated in the attack on the demon.
"Those who did not participate in the slaying of the demon are not qualified to compete for the treasure!"
The old man slashed out with his sword, shouting angrily.
"We accept that three grandmasters are fighting over a treasure, but you—"
He paused, the blade already pressed against the outside of Fang Han's right arm.
"Who do you think you are, trying to take advantage of the chaos and pretend I don't exist?"
Fang Han turned to the side, and the sharp blade grazed past him, slashing the ground and carving a gash more than ten feet long.
He held the piece of Starry Ink Jade in one hand, looked up at the old man, and said calmly:
"The agreement was made by you; I didn't agree to it."
The old man flew into a rage:
"Court death!"
He swung his sword again, this time with even greater force and speed than before.
His gray hair flew backward in the strong wind, and a layer of light blue light appeared on the blade, carrying all his cultivation as he slashed down at Fang Han.
Fang Han made a move.
He placed his right hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist, drew it, and thrust it out—
The Silver-Gray Longsword drew an extremely simple arc in mid-air, colliding head-on with the descending blade.
"Clang--!!!"
A deafening clang of metal rang out, the shockwave sending rubble and decaying leaves flying everywhere.
The old man's expression changed drastically. He felt an overwhelming force emanating from the blade, as if he had been struck head-on by a mountain.
His entire right arm went numb and tingling instantly. The thick-backed machete flew out of his hand, tumbling and embedding itself in the soil several meters away, the blade humming and vibrating.
The force of the impact sent him staggering backward, taking more than ten steps, each step leaving deep footprints in the mud.
When he finally regained his balance, he felt a surge of blood rushing to his chest, a slightly sweet taste in his throat, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
" Break Three Passes? No... it's more than that..."
The old man suddenly raised his head, his eyes fixed on Fang Han, his face filled with disbelief and horror.
The fact that the opponent could repel him and injure him with a single sword strike indicates that his combat strength not only reached the Break Three Passes Break Three Passes, but surpassed it, approaching that of a Grandmaster.
The surrounding martial artists, who had also been eyeing the Starry Ink Jade, all stopped in their tracks.
Many of them had already started to approach Fang Han, but now they involuntarily stopped in their tracks.
Some people tightened and loosened their grip on their weapons, while others' eyes darted rapidly between Fang Han and the old man, their eyes filled with hesitation.
This is a piece of Starry Ink Jade, as big as a human head, and one of the largest pieces after it shattered.
I'm not willing to just let go like this.
However, the combat power that Fang Han had just displayed with that sword strike made them shudder and dare not rush forward rashly.
A tall, thin, middle-aged martial artist with a goatee broke the silence first. He held a long, narrow knife in his hand, his gaze fixed on Fang Han, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Gentlemen, no matter how strong he is, he's only one person. Let's attack together; I don't believe we can't take him down."
Upon hearing this, the seven or eight martial artists who had surrounded Fang Han exchanged glances, their greed ultimately overcoming their hesitation.
"Superior!"
Someone let out a low growl, and seven or eight figures moved simultaneously.
Blade flashes, sword shadows, palm strikes, and fist blasts attacked Fang Han simultaneously from different directions.
Fang Han's expression remained unchanged.
He simply gripped his Silver-Gray Longsword and took a step forward.
Dark Green sword light suddenly appeared around him, like a dark lotus flower that had suddenly bloomed.
"Puff--"
With his first sword strike, Fang Han thrust his sword straight forward, the tip of which precisely struck the chest of the goatee-bearded martial artist.
The man had barely raised his narrow knife when he suddenly felt all his strength drain away.
He collapsed limply to the ground, blood gushing from a large hole in his chest.
"Click--"
The second sword swept out horizontally, the dark green sword light grazing the waists and abdomens of the two warriors.
The weapons in their hands broke in two at the same time, and their bodies were severed at the waist, with their upper halves sliding off diagonally.
Fang Han didn't stop, delivering the third, fourth, and fifth sword strikes in quick succession.
Not a single move was superfluous; every sword strike landed precisely on a specific person.
The attacking martial artists didn't even have time to react before they fell one after another to Fang Han's sword.
In just a few breaths, the martial artists who had been attacking Fang Han were all dead, lying haphazardly among the rubble and decaying leaves.
Fang Han stood among the corpses, his Silver-Gray Longsword pointing diagonally at the ground, a drop of dark red blood slowly sliding down its tip.
He raised his head, his calm eyes sweeping over the other martial artists who were hesitating and watching in the distance.
No one moved.
Those gazes lingered on Fang Han for a moment before quickly shifting away as if burned.
They dared not covet this piece of Starry Ink Jade any longer and instead turned their attention to competing for other pieces of Starry Ink Jade.
"Ah--ah--"
Elsewhere, the fighting continues.
Screams, roars, and the dull thuds of weapons piercing flesh came from all directions, mingling together like a pot of boiling poison.
Someone had just snatched a piece of Starry Ink Jade and hadn't even had a chance to get away when he was pierced through by a cold blade coming from behind.
He died on the spot, his five fingers still tightly gripping that piece of black ink until his death.
After obtaining the black jade, someone turned around and fled for their life, pursued relentlessly by several figures like maggots clinging to a bone.
Some people relied on their cultivation to seize one piece, but they were not greedy enough and tried to grab a second piece. In the blink of an eye, they were surrounded and killed by the others.
Amidst the flashing blades and clashing swords, not even a complete scream could be uttered.
In the end, he paid with his life for his greed.
The Starry Ink Jade flowed among the martial artists.
Each fragment could change hands in the next instant.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han had no greed and turned to leave.
The gray robes swayed slightly in the mist as it prepared to flee in a direction far from the battlefield.
However, just as he was about to take that step—
An extremely cold aura suddenly locked onto him.
"Whoosh!"
A jet-black claw-like aura, carrying the terrifying pressure of a grandmaster, silently attacked from the side and rear.
It moved at an astonishing speed, arriving in the blink of an eye.
"Boom!"
Fang Han's pupils contracted slightly. Almost without thinking, he activated the Wind God Step at full power in an instant.
His figure was like a willow catkin swept up by a strong wind, shifting several feet to the side in the blink of an eye.
The jet-black claw-like light grazed his back and slammed into the ground beside him.
The ground exploded, creating a huge crater tens of meters in diameter. Debris rained down, soil churned up like waves, and even the broken trees were uprooted.
Who is it?
Fang Han dodged the aftershocks of the attack, steadied himself, and focused his gaze intently on the direction from which the claw-like light had come.
A gaunt figure was walking out quickly.
He was the gaunt old man among the three masters.
His deep-set eyes stared at Fang Han, and he spoke in a hoarse, dry voice.
"Young man, you've taken what you shouldn't have taken. Hand it over, or you'll die here today."
His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of dominance.
It's one thing if a small piece of Starry Ink Jade is taken away, but such a huge piece of Starry Ink Jade cannot be taken away under any circumstances.
"You probably don't have that ability!"
Fang Han tightened his grip on the sword slightly, feeling the pressure in his heart, but he did not compromise in the slightest.
He anticipated that the Grandmaster would be watching him for the largest pieces of Starry Ink Jade, and now that he was indeed being targeted by a Grandmaster, tension was inevitable.
However, backing down is absolutely out of the question.