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The struggle over the Phoenix Blood had begun with a bang and ended with a whimper. In the end, it had all been for nothing.
Ji Xuanyuan and the others wore dark expressions. The Phoenix Blood had actually been destroyed by a bunch of nobodies. How could they possibly accept that?
"Imbeciles!"
Ji Xuanyuan let out a cold snort and punched, unleashing Azure Dragon Roar. In an instant, the few Xiantian Martial Artists who had been fighting over the Phoenix Blood were blasted to death.
When a Yang Spirit Realm powerhouse flew into a rage, the consequences were dire. In everyone else's eyes, the warriors he had killed had brought it upon themselves.
Ji Xuanyuan had told them to hand over the Phoenix Blood, yet they had tried to keep it for themselves. They deserved to die.
Even the people from Shaolin Temple didn't step forward to stop Ji Xuanyuan. They merely criticized him in private.
They were furious too, but their identities made it difficult for them to say much.
Among the many warriors present, some were angry and others regretful, but not a single one doubted the Phoenix Blood's authenticity.
After all, when the Phoenix Blood had shattered, everyone had felt its immense, majestic aura and witnessed the vision of the Fire Phoenix Facing the Sun.
So, in everyone's eyes, the Phoenix Blood had been real. It had simply been destroyed by a few imbeciles, causing its power to dissipate into the heavens and earth.
Such things were common. Warriors above the Spirit Transformation Realm comprehended the heavens and earth, and the power they wielded when they attacked belonged to the world itself.
Thus, when they passed away and their bodies returned to the earth, all their