The instant he hit the ground, the old man spat blood. He was taking in far less air than he exhaled.
Before a Golden Core stage powerhouse, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator had no chance of fighting back.
At this moment, his breath was as thin as a thread, his life hanging by a strand.
Seeing the old man in such a state and knowing he was doomed, the Hook-nosed Cultivator cast him a disdainful glance as though looking at trash, no longer interested in attacking again.
He grabbed the pill bottle before it hit the ground, then returned to Little Stone Village with a smile on his lips and satisfaction in his heart.
Zhang Feihu was, after all, a Peak Golden Core cultivator. The cultivation resources in his Storage Pouch naturally went without saying.
The third-grade magic treasure, the Soul Severing Saber, alone was an enormous gain.
Then there was the Azure Yellow Millet Pill, which could improve one's insight into one's state of mind.
This trip had truly yielded a bountiful harvest.
Watching the Hook-nosed Cultivator's satisfied appearance, the onlookers in the distance felt more than envy; they also mourned the fate of their own kind, grieving for the dead fox as the rabbit trembled.
Especially the Foundation Establishment cultivators. After swiftly exchanging glances, fear flashed through every one of their eyes.
Encountering such a ruthless cultivator who robbed and killed meant that even if they found the Heavenly Doom Stone, they would have to remain constantly on guard.
Each of them sighed inwardly and silently heightened their vigilance.
The next moment, one gaze after another fell on the old man, who still had one breath left.
"Ah, what a pity for this old man! So what if he finally found the Heavenly Doom Stone? He still lacked