The Yin Water Tribe cultivator who had obtained the fragment first burst into wild laughter. Spiritual power swept around him like a storm, and his cultivation actually surged all the way from Nascent Soul Early Stage to Spirit Transformation!
With a wave of his hand, boundless spiritual power formed a giant palm and directly smashed the three cultivators of his own tribe beside him into bloody mist.
"Hahaha! A fragment of the Heaven-Suppressing Cauldron! As long as I gather the complete Heaven-Suppressing Cauldron, I can become the new lord too!" His eyes glowed with an eerie yellow light as he greedily stared at the other falling fragments.
But the next second, an arrow of light pierced through his chest from behind!
"You..." He lowered his head in disbelief and saw a bloodstained sword tip protruding from his chest.
"Thank you, cousin, for testing the waters for me."
Behind him, a sinister-looking female cultivator of the Yin Water Tribe lowered her bow with a sneer. She curled her fingers and grabbed, wrenching the fragment straight out of his body amid the mangled flesh and blood.
The female cultivator of the Yin Water Tribe did not hesitate either. She opened her mouth and swallowed the fragment, and her aura began to soar madly as well. Twisted cauldron markings surfaced across her skin.
—Chaos erupted completely.
The entirety of Yin Water City descended into frenzy.
The cultivators no longer paid any heed to the battlefield still shrouded in violent spiritual-energy fluctuations. Instead, they pounced upon the falling fragments like starving beasts. Amid flashing blades and clashing swords, fathers and sons slaughtered one another, masters and disciples turned against each other, and comrades-in-arms of old became mortal enemies.
"Give it to me! That is my fortuitous chance!"
"Kill! Kill them all!"
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