At the summit of Perched Phoenix Ridge.
As Jiang Yuechu and the Lu Clan entourage departed in grand procession.
This devastated place finally grew somewhat quieter.
Before long, Lu Clan disciples stepped forward and coldly addressed the distant onlookers. "Everyone, this area has been temporarily sealed. Please leave at once and do not linger here."
Once those words fell, most of the surrounding spectators wisely dared not remain. They turned into streaks of light and scattered.
Yet there were still a few whose thievish hearts had not died. Summoning their courage, they approached with smiles plastered across their faces.
"Fellow Daoist of the Lu Clan, most of us came to attend your esteemed clan's Treasure Gathering Fair. Now that such an upheaval has occurred, we are all trembling with fear... Would it be possible for us to stay here a little longer, so we may calm our minds?"
As he spoke, the corner of his eye kept darting toward the mangled body within the deep pit.
That was the body of a Great Demon from the Later Tower-Climbing Realm.
Even mere scraps would be treasures of immense value if they were lucky enough to pick up a few scales, claws, or fangs.
Hearing this, the Lu Clan disciple curled his lips in ridicule. "Trembling with fear?"
"When the Demon Emperor was showing its ferocity earlier, all of you stood by and watched, not daring to let out even a fart. Now that the Demon Emperor has been put down, you all come crowding over, hoping to get a share of the spoils?"
"Why don't you piss in a puddle and take a good look at what kind of trash you are!"
Did this bunch... truly think the Lu Clan was easy to talk to?
When the Demon Emperor had been