As the crowd hesitated, a red glow suddenly surged up from the manor.
"It's out!"
"It's here!!"
The rogue cultivators immediately grew excited.
"A third-grade artifact... it can already be called a treasure! If I could obtain one in my lifetime..."
A burly saber-wielding man said with deep emotion.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a shadow shot past his side. Someone had actually lost patience and charged forward first.
"Charge!"
"If we're late, there won't be a chance!"
As though that shadow had plucked at their nerves, figure after figure rushed out. Most of them charged forward at once.
The burly man could not help following them.
Spiritual light from artifacts flashed continuously. Defensive and offensive artifacts were drawn one after another. Many were common goods, but together they still made for a rather spectacular sight.
Streaks of light swept through the woods. Cultivators were all extremely fast, often covering at least seven or eight meters in a single step.
The Infant Holding True Person pondered briefly and glanced at the White Tiger Demon King. The latter snorted coldly. White vapor curled around his feet, turning into a cloud that enveloped him, and he vanished entirely.
Huang Ci slapped several talismans onto his feet. His body flashed like lightning as he sprang between tree trunks, advancing at tremendous speed with his feet barely touching the ground.
"Heh heh." The Infant Holding True Person sneered and flicked out a tattered piece of black cloth. It radiated a faint glow and instantly transformed into a flying carpet. He leaped onto it, rose into the air, and shot toward the manor.
Whoosh!
"Ah!"
A manor guard was the first to be swept past by a streak of light. He had no power to resist and fell at once, his body split into two halves.
"Don't kill