Splash!
With a single slash, Xia Ping killed the red-robed saint. With a sweep of his hand, he immediately collected the red-robed saint's mid-grade sacred artifact, the Red Dragon Scepter. It was a fairly precious magical treasure.
There was also the red-robed saint's flesh and blood, which contained supreme essence of flesh and blood. It would be immensely beneficial for nourishing the soil; if used to irrigate spirit herbs, it would likely yield quite a few sacred medicines.
After all, using the flesh and blood of an Early Ancient Saint to nurture spirit herbs was simply the ultimate supplement for those herbs. It was impossible to imagine how extravagant such a thing was.
He could not possibly let treasures like these slip away.
"You beast! You actually dared to kill an Early Ancient Saint of my Illusion Race right before my eyes, and openly plunder his flesh and blood! I want you dead! I will make sure you die without a burial ground!"
At this sight, Minerva's eyes nearly split open. He was truly, utterly enraged.
There were not many experts left in the Illusion Race to begin with. Every saint-level expert was an incomparably precious figure, yet Wu Wudi had now slain another one. How could this be allowed? He was practically uprooting the very foundation of the Illusion Race.
"High-grade sacred artifact—the Salvation Divine Blade!"
Minerva had completely gone mad. He drew forth one of his life-bound treasures, which was astonishingly a high-grade sacred artifact.
The reason his strength stood above that of so many Early Ancient Saints was precisely because he possessed the high-grade sacred artifact, the Salvation Divine Blade.
Legend had it that this blade was a supreme sacred artifact passed down from the Buddhist Sect. Yet after the ancient war, it had been lost in