The newly arrived Golden Core Cultivators were shocked and furious. "We're all Golden Core Cultivators. Don't think you've got us in the bag."
"If you want our golden cores, come and fight!"
Clatter!
The Golden Core Cultivators who had arrived first were all Dao Seal cultivators.
They released one first-tier and even second-tier magic treasure after another.
Those who arrived later had no Dao Seals, only orthodox golden cores.
They felt the magic treasure blanks or damaged magic treasures in their Hundred-Treasure Pouches, then suddenly threw back their heads and laughed. "Fellow Daoists, all this fighting and killing isn't really a good thing."
"Why don't we each take a step back?"
One Dao Seal Golden Core Cultivator sneered. "No."
"Either leave your golden cores, or leave your possessions and lives."
"Choose for yourselves."
One orthodox Golden Core Cultivator gritted his teeth, stamped his foot, and used [Parting Chaos] to cut out his golden core.
"Everyone, here's my golden core. Farewell."
He tossed out his golden core with an aching heart, turned, and left.
But a Dao Seal Golden Core Cultivator growled, "Wait!"
The orthodox Golden Core Cultivator suppressed his anger and resentment and turned around. "What? Do you want my flesh and blood too?"
The Dao Seal Golden Core Cultivator said disdainfully, "A trash golden core made by Refining the False into the True is useless to us."
"Take it away. Don't let it sully my eyes."
Those words left the orthodox Golden Core Cultivator utterly ashamed.
He covered his face with his sleeve, swallowed his golden core, and took to his heels.
Only after fleeing a thousand li did he roar, "A bunch of old bastards! You're just bullying me because you're older!"
He ran another thousand li, and before long, he saw other Golden Core Cultivators catching up.