The scene returned to the Rakshasa Secret Realm.
Seeing the three clusters of purple-black crystals suddenly emerge in the void, Dai Mubai and the other two instinctively took a large step back in unison, driven by a creature's instinct to seek fortune and avoid disaster.
The frenzied aura of depravity and evil spilling from the crystals sent chills down the Shrek Three Heroes' spines, as though even their souls were about to be dragged inside.
But soon, their overwhelming desire and greed for divine power swiftly crushed that negligible trace of fear in their hearts.
The three exchanged glances, their breathing gradually growing heavy.
In each other's bloodshot eyes, they saw the utterly crazed greed reflected back at them!
"Boss Dai, these three crystals... are they the opportunity the divine lord bestowed upon us?"
"But..."
Ma Hongjun swallowed, not daring to voice the rest.
Although Yu Xiaogang, that flat-topped fool, was a complete waste, they had heard of the existence of Fallen Soul Masters on the Douluo Continent while at Blue Tyrant Academy and before entering Slaughter City.
Even though the strongest among the three of them was merely a Soul King-level ant, they could easily infer from that cold, sticky aura that the divine lord about to grant them an inheritance was likely a genuine evil god!
If they truly absorbed the power within and became like those fallen ones, would the righteous path no longer tolerate them?
"Fatty, victors become kings and losers become bandits. Wealth is found in danger!" Dai Mubai gritted his teeth. "As long as we can use this to become lofty gods, who would dare point fingers behind our backs in the future?"
"Haven't we heard about His Excellency Jiang Li? His second Martial Soul is not only sinister but also filled with resentment.