Later, no one knew who struck first, but they began slaughtering one another all the same.
From the moment they saw the Nine-Turn Soul-Restoring Pill to the moment the slaughter began, less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea had passed.
Meanwhile, Yun Huanling had long since put everything away and taken their leader's life with a single stroke of his sword.
But how could this mob, already crazed with bloodlust, notice what was happening on his side?
Of course, perhaps someone had noticed, but another person's life was ultimately worth less than that one Nine-Turn Soul-Restoring Pill.
Under these circumstances, even if they saw it, their selfishness would only lead them to pretend they had not.
Those with a shred of conscience might dig a grave and give their leader a proper burial. Those without would likely just leave his corpse out in the wilderness.
It was the simplest of traps, one every last person understood perfectly well. But what did that matter? They could see through the trap, yet they still could not escape it. In the end, they could not overcome that single word lurking in the human heart: greed.
So dealing with these people did not even require him to act personally.
These rabble were all roughly equal in strength. They fought for almost half a day before the Nine-Turn Soul-Restoring Pill finally found its owner.
By then, the sunset's lingering glow had stained half the sky red. The varying shades of blood on the ground bore witness to the brutality of the struggle.
Severed limbs lay everywhere, all for a single Nine-Turn Soul-Restoring Pill.
The survivor lay sprawled on the ground, barely clinging to life. He clutched the pill in his hand, a crazed smile still curling at the corners of