If You Refuse the Toast, You'll Drink the Forfeit

Swish swish swish

Behind the Human Race army, thanks to the efforts of all parties, the teleportation arrays had been deployed. Auras soared into the sky, blooming everywhere in the world.

Almost instantly, countless figures rushed out, their faces filled with excitement and anticipation.

Did you slay the dragon?

Wow, it's so lively!

"That was so exciting! A rare treat!"

Countless powerful figures emerged from the teleportation array. Some were filled with emotion, gazing at the Dragon Race battling Human Race warriors in the distance, and couldn't help but say:

"I thought this was just a test of the Dragon Race."

"But judging from the current situation, we may be able to completely overthrow the Dragon Race today."

Someone nearby overheard this and said:

"I think the Human Race may have possessed sufficient strength from the very beginning."

"But unfortunately, over the years, there hasn't been a sufficient force to unite everyone."

"Otherwise, why would their Sacred Beast Race Clan have become so famous?"

"This Human Emperor Hall is indeed an opportunity."

Compared to these discussions, most people are still focused on the battle between the players on the field.

Although they were not qualified to participate in the actual fighting or even the distribution of spoils, a fierce battle would inevitably result in some debris.

As the saying goes, when a whale falls, all things come to life.

Dragon Race, who have historically been regarded only as powerful creatures and rarely as resources, must possess considerable value regardless of the part of their body they possess.

Contrary to what many people imagine, some have already begun taking action.

From the very beginning, they tried their best to avoid fighting, attempting to take advantage of the chaos.

Whether it's Beast Race or Human Race, all resources should be taken.

"There!"

During the battle, someone pointed to their companion and said:

"Never mind that, go over there."

That's definitely not an ordinary item.

"If we get our hands on it first, we're sure to make a fortune."

As they spoke, the two of them darted off towards their target.

Just then, a figure suddenly appeared near the object.

Holding a broom-like object in his hand, he swept lightly as if sweeping the floor, and not only did the items the two had their eyes on disappear, but also those scattered on the ground around them vanished without a trace.

"This kid..."

One of the two spoke up, looking at the young man holding the broom.

The next moment, their eyes fell on the broom in each other's hands.

"This thing..."

The two exchanged a glance, and then almost simultaneously said:

"It's a treasure!"

Tap tap.

The two approached the boy, one after the other.

At the same time, the two exuded their auras, pressing down on the boy and preventing him from leaving.

The next moment, the two spoke up:

"Kid, robbing us will come at a price."

"Hand over the items."

"Tell us any other secrets you know."

"Then I will spare your life."

"Otherwise--"

The man didn't say anything more, only let out a cold laugh, but the meaning behind it was self-evident.

The other person took the opportunity to offer a reminder, saying:

Don't even think about having anything to rely on.

"It's so crowded and chaotic here now."

After they finished speaking, they looked at each other and then burst into laughter.

Although the young man has some good stuff, he doesn't seem particularly clever; in fact, he could be described as rather honest and simple-minded—the kind of person who has no powerful backing and has cultivated his skills step by step through his own efforts.

Most cultivators, especially those of this age, are best controlled by a little intimidation.

They could have simply killed the kid and taken the extraordinary artifact.

But this kid managed to obtain such a unique artifact; is this all the benefit he can offer them?

Obviously not!

Faced with the two men's pursuit, the boy said nothing, only watching them cautiously while tightening his grip on the broom.

One breath, two breaths.

In the blink of an eye, Sanxi had passed.

At this moment, one of them raised an eyebrow and spoke up:

"Kid, you—"

You just came out...

Suddenly, the young man in front of them took a step forward.

At the same time, a simple, unadorned pickaxe appeared in his hand.

With that step, he swung his hands, and the pickaxe came hurtling towards the person in front of him.

The man targeted by the pickaxe, seeing this, showed no sign of tension. He simply laughed and said:

"Interesting."

As he spoke, a hint of coldness and killing intent appeared in his eyes.

As the saying goes, if you refuse a toast offered politely, you'll have to suffer the consequences.

This kid is so ignorant; he actually dared to attack him.

Whether or not other secrets are known is then irrelevant.

Cooperation could offer a way out.

This is not cooperative--

A dead end.

As soon as he finished speaking, the man put his hands together, instantly forming a hand seal, and met the oncoming pickaxe head-on.

The moment he finished condensing the seal, his expression suddenly changed, as if he had suddenly realized something. He stared intently at the pickaxe in the boy's hand, his pupils shrinking slightly.

This pickaxe is no ordinary object.

He almost thought it was just an ordinary object.

However, in that very instant, he suddenly felt a power that made his heart pound.

He didn't have time to think about why the weapon was so powerful in the other person's hands, but one thing was certain: if he didn't deal with it properly, he might really be outmaneuvered by this kid.

Without any hesitation, he unleashed several more bursts of power.

Swish swish swish swish!

In an extremely short time, each move was his most skillful technique, a contest of speed, and both its destructive power and defensive strength were absolutely unquestionable.

Even so, after using these methods in succession, for some reason, he still felt somewhat uneasy.

"I'm not feeling well today..."

As the idea flashed through his mind, he added another object.

This artifact was the most powerful defensive item he had ever found, and he had been saving it for a crucial moment. But at this moment, the first thing he thought of was taking it out.

Just then, the boy, holding a pickaxe, came crashing down.

The other person looked at the person the boy was dealing with, his face full of strangeness and amusement.

He had seen his companion's entire series of movements.

However, the kid only had a pickaxe, nothing special, but it still made this guy a bit "stressed".

Why did it come to this?

At that moment, the pickaxe had already fallen.

The next moment, under his gaze, the pickaxe resolutely "whooshed" down, smashing all the newly formed techniques as if cutting through thorns and brambles.

Even the last defensive artifact that had captivated him and was considered his life-saving item was shattered by the pickaxe with a "whoosh," as if it were a thin sheet of paper.

The pickaxe was clearly not intended for these objects.

But what comes after this object--

People.