"Damn it, hand over the Holy Crystal! That's not something you can control."
Li Sheng spat blood, fury written across his face as he stared at the young man above. The young man held a stone radiating purple mist in his hand, so exquisitely beautiful it seemed almost unreal.
"If it isn't something I can control, then it's something you can control? How laughable."
Hearing this, the young man looked down at Li Sheng sprawled below, his face full of mockery.
"Everyone, I'm taking this Holy Crystal. None of you have any objections, right? Or perhaps... who among you dares to object?"
The young man glanced at the prodigies lying on the ground, sneering. After battle after battle, he was the true victor.
"Damn it, Zhao Gang, you really have a death wish! You fought so underhandedly—how dare you even say that? If we fought head-on, do you think you alone could take on so many of us?"
"Hahaha, fighting isn't about brute force. It's about using your brain. The Holy Crystal... it really is beautiful. Tsk, tsk, tsk."
Zhao Gang looked at the Holy Crystal in his hand, unable to hide the smile on his face. He was simply too delighted. This was a Holy Crystal, and it had actually fallen into his hands.
With this Holy Crystal, once he returned to the sect, he would receive an immense allocation of resources. When that time came, he would soar into the skies in a single bound.
"Fellow Daoist, thank you for winning this Holy Crystal for me."
At that moment, a blood-red hand landed on Zhao Gang's shoulder. Before Zhao Gang could react, the Holy Crystal had already appeared in Ye Lin's hand.
"Who are you? Hand over the Holy Crystal at once!"
Zhao Gang looked at his now-empty