Shen Wuming and the others found it hard to imagine that a legendary True Martial Realm existence had truly died at their hands.
Yet Mogo's corpse lay right before them, leaving them no choice but to believe it.
Naturally, this also filled them with a sense of wistfulness.
Among Yang Spirit Realm martial artists, they were all considered fairly powerful. Aside from expanding their own factions, what they pursued now was the True Martial Realm they had always looked up to.
But looking at Mogo's corpse before them, they finally understood something: though True Martial Realm Land Deities were called immortals, they were still human. They could be defeated, and they could die. They were not invincible.
Su Xin directly cut off Mogo's head and said, "I'll take the head of this True Martial Realm expert back to claim my reward. You can divide up whatever is in Mogo's Mustard Seed Bag. Any objections?"
Everyone present shook their heads. In truth, they knew there was unlikely to be anything particularly valuable inside Mogo's Mustard Seed Bag. Better than nothing, that was all.
After all, Mogo was the Great Khan. Under normal circumstances, his collections would certainly have been stored within the Golden Tent Khanate, including things such as his inheritances. The Mustard Seed Bag only contained pills he used regularly, spare weapons, and the like.
For killing Mogo this time, Su Xin could claim credit from the Imperial Court, while they could gain tremendous prestige. It was a joyous outcome for all.
The crowd suppressed the delight in their hearts and rummaged through the Mustard Seed Bag. Sure enough, there was nothing overly precious inside. They casually split it up, and that was the end of it.
Jin Jiuyue cupped his hands toward Su Xin. "Lord Su, with matters here