"That Dao Restricting Soldier—isn't that the Star River Flowing Cloud Robe?"
"That's the Star River Sword!"
"And the Star River Hammer and Sky Hammer!"
Many of the older Immortal Dao experts present felt their pupils contract, disbelief spreading across their faces.
Quite a few of them had dealt with the ancestors of the Star River Imperial Clan. These treasures and weapons had been personally refined by those ancestors and had once displayed their might on the battlefield of the heavens.
If there had been only one or two, it could have been a coincidence.
But Xing Tianhua had brought out an entire collection, including many rare resources for cultivating Star River Dao Rhyme.
"Xing Tianhua, where did you get these resources?"
An old man at the Late-Stage Eighth-Step Supreme Realm spoke gravely, his voice heavy with concern.
Xing Tianhua casually flicked his sleeve. "Oh, we killed those Star River Imperial Clan ancestors and plundered them from their inner cave dwellings. Unfortunately, that bastard Wang Mie escaped!"
"What? You killed them all? How is that possible?"
The old man cried out in horror.
"If we hadn't killed them, how could we have gotten so many resources?"
Xing Tianhua's tone remained mild.
Mo Wuwang's face turned ashen. "You killed them? How did you manage it?"
Wang Mie's group had five cultivators at the Nine-Step Supreme Realm. Their strength would be suppressed upon entering the Higher Realm Battlefield, and even Mo Wuwang was confident he could defeat one of them—but only defeat him.
Wang Mie's group, however, had five of them.
With Xing Tianhua and his companions' strength, killing them should have been impossible.
"With our strength, of course!"
Xing Tianhua sneered and swept his gaze across everyone in the hall. "So I advise you to weigh your own abilities carefully. And let