No sooner had he spoken than, before Su Shi'er could answer, the Long-faced Elder's Sea of Consciousness shattered with a crack, and blood began pouring madly from his seven orifices.
Feeling his life rapidly ebb away, the Long-faced Elder's face filled with terror, his eyes brimming with unwillingness.
Nearly a thousand years of bitter cultivation, destroyed in a single day—this was undoubtedly the cruelest possible outcome for a cultivator who had painstakingly pursued the great Dao of the Immortal Path.
Even ants cling to life. Before death, few could remain calm.
Cultivators... when all was said and done, were merely people toiling for the Immortal Path. They possessed human nature and could hardly escape it!
"I... I'm unwilling... Aah...!!!"
Another mournful cry rang out. Before he could finish, his voice abruptly stopped.
No matter how much unwillingness he harbored, it all returned to stillness at this moment.
The Long-faced Elder's physical body sank, then fell straight toward the earth.
Before he could hit the ground, countless greedy gazes from the crowd below swiftly landed on him.
With his Sea of Consciousness directly destroyed, the Long-faced Elder naturally had no chance of survival.
Yet there was no need to think twice to know that his Storage Pouch contained a great deal of cultivation resources. The Nascent Soul in his Dantian would also become an ownerless Nascent Soul after losing consciousness.
To the cultivators present, whether the cultivation resources of a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator or an ownerless Nascent Soul, both held enormous allure.
However, the other cultivators were given no opportunity.
Su Shi'er lightly beckoned, and the Dustless Sword transformed into a Fly Whisk once more. Countless whisk threads swept forth.
With effortless ease, he took away the Storage Pouch on the elder's body and the Nascent Soul within his Dantian.