"Dammit, why are you attacking me?" Having come under attack, the first thing the others felt was disbelief. Some whose strength was insufficient died on the spot when caught between attacks from both front and back.
Others with decent cultivation merely suffered injuries despite being ambushed and did not die. Yet at this moment, everyone's gaze toward those around them seemed to change. Since these people were attacking them, what about everyone else? Who could be trusted? At this point, the Evil Dragon could no longer worry about so much and directly ordered the subordinates it had mixed into the crowd to make their move.
However, no one noticed that although these people had acted, the injured and dead were all Rogue Cultivators. Not a single expert from the major powers had been harmed. Those from such factions had gathered together in groups and kept their distance from the Rogue Cultivators.
"Hmph, we noticed this trick of yours long ago. Make your move as well." The white-haired old man snorted coldly and immediately gave the order.
From the very beginning, in order to guard against the Evil Dragon's subordinates infiltrating the crowd, the major powers had already taken precautions, though they had said nothing. The reason they had clustered together and kept away from the Rogue Cultivators was precisely this.
Their losses just now had indeed been considerable, but those lost were all Rogue Cultivator experts. It was better if these people died; later, there would be fewer people competing with them for the treasures on the Dragon Clan's body. As a Dragon Clan member, every part of an Evil Dragon was treasure. Even if all the materials from other Ferocious Beasts were added together, they likely could not compare to an Evil Dragon. This Peak Spirit Venerable Evil Dragon