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Outside the ruins, countless figures moved back and forth, occasionally glancing toward the Light Barrier, seemingly anticipating something, their eyes filled with intense greed.
Suddenly, the previously calm Light Barrier rippled like water, and instantly, the martial artists who had been resting with their eyes closed opened them wide, staring intently at the ever-changing Light Barrier.
"Is that kid finally coming out..." Not far away, Qiu Mingjie muttered, his eyes filled with coldness.
"Swish."
Under everyone's gaze, a tall figure appeared before the Light Barrier.
The newcomer had a handsome face and flowing long hair. Most striking were his eyes, which seemed like black holes capable of silently consuming the hearts and minds of those around him.
"Just as I thought, it's that kid!" Upon seeing the newcomer, Qiu Mingjie gritted his teeth and said, his eyes filled with deep hatred and jealousy.
"Swish, swish, swish."
As soon as Aotian appeared, Snow Qincheng and others shot to his side like lightning, their gazes warily scanning the surroundings.
Aotian was momentarily taken aback; at first, he didn't understand why Snow Qincheng and the others were acting this way. But when he focused on the crowd around him, he quickly grasped the situation.
The hot, greedy gazes filled with murderous intent were clearly directed at him.
"Aotian, did you really obtain the Soul Elder's inheritance?" Xiao Ya asked softly while standing beside Aotian.
For Xiao Ya and the others, there was clearly nothing for Aotian to hide. He replied:
"Having obtained the inheritance by chance, what is the situation right now?"
Xiao Qingfeng sighed lightly and said, "Qiu Mingjie and Feng Moyang have both declared that all the treasures in the main hall belong to you. Those two hold significant positions in Mystic Spirit Town. As a result, many people believe their words. Now, so many are waiting here for your appearance, and their goal is the treasure in your hands."
Aotian was slightly startled. The number of martial artists around him was likely no less than several hundred. If these people joined forces against him, he would truly be in deep trouble.
When Aotian realized that this was all orchestrated by Qiu Mingjie and Feng Moyang, his heart filled with anger. A murderous gaze shot towards the crowd not far away, where Qiu Mingjie and Feng Moyang were located.
Seeing Aotian's glare, Qiu Mingjie and Feng Moyang exchanged cold smiles. They were eager to see if Aotian could leave here safely today!
"Kid, I heard you gained quite a bit from this ruin!" Suddenly, a plump middle-aged man appeared before Aotian.
Looking into the greedy eyes of the Middle-Aged Fat Man, Aotian sighed inwardly.
He knew that no matter how he explained today, it would be of little use; it would only make things worse. After all, the fact that he had exited the ruins later than others was undeniable, and with Qiu Mingjie and Feng Moyang's instigation, it was impossible for everyone not to jump to conclusions.
"Who are you?" Aotian stared intently at the plump middle-aged man and asked in a low voice.
"Who I am is not important. What matters is that you quickly hand over the treasure you obtained from the ruins; otherwise, I'll make sure you die without a complete corpse!" the Middle-Aged Fat Man sneered.
Aotian knew that there was no way to resolve this peacefully today; some ruthless measures were likely unavoidable.
"Hand it over? Are you sure you have the qualifications?" Aotian coldly scoffed without even raising his eyelids.
The Middle-Aged Fat Man only had an Innate Fivefold cultivation, yet he dared to challenge Aotian. It must be said that sometimes greed is enough to blind a person's reason.
However, the Middle-Aged Fat Man did not think this way; he believed that since Aotian's cultivation was only at the Innate Fourth Layer, obtaining the Treasure from that kid should be a simple matter. He completely forgot that there were several formidable figures gathered around Aotian.
"Kid, since you're looking for death, don't blame others!"
With a furious shout, the Middle-Aged Fat Man launched himself at Aotian like a cannonball.
The surrounding martial artists couldn't help but shake their heads in dismay. This fat man was truly irrational; he didn't even consider the powerful lineup beside his opponent.
Before Aotian could make a move, Snow Qincheng stepped forward, swiftly drawing the Crystal Sword from its sheath. She then fiercely slashed at the Middle-Aged Fat Man's large body.
Sword light flickered, sword wind howled, and sword energy surged like a dragon!
At that moment, the Middle-Aged Fat Man felt his body frozen by an overwhelming chill, as if he had turned into a piece of ancient ice, unable to move at all.
Fear filled his face as he watched the Icy Sword Qi approaching closer and closer, his heart filled with regret.
Why did he have to provoke someone to hand over the Treasure? Now that he hadn't obtained the Treasure, it seemed he would have to pay with his life here.
Although the fat man was full of remorse, there was no medicine for regret in this world. The Icy Sword Qi pierced through his body like the Grim Reaper's scythe. The internal organs of the fat man were expelled from his body by that sword energy, blood splattering everywhere.
Icy Sword Qi penetrated the body of the fat man and struck the ground with an unyielding force. Instantly, the previously flat surface was carved into a deep gully several yards long, with thick ice shards remaining in the gully, emanating a bone-chilling cold.
"Those who cross the gully shall die!" Snow Qincheng's menacing voice echoed in everyone's ears.
Looking at Snow Qincheng, who resembled a vengeful spirit, and then at the body of the Middle-Aged Fat Man shattered into countless pieces, everyone involuntarily swallowed hard, their eyes filled with fear as they glanced at Snow Qincheng not far away.
It must be said that Snow Qincheng executed this act of intimidation beautifully; for a moment, no one dared to ask Aotian for the Treasure, as the warning was right before their eyes.
Qiu Mingjie's expression changed slightly, and he immediately cast a discreet glance into the dense crowd. Suddenly, a voice rang out:
"Hmph, a useless man who relies on women for his livelihood—what qualifications do you have to claim the Treasure from the main hall?!"
Everyone turned to look in the direction of the voice, and soon a middle-aged man in a black robe appeared before them.
This middle-aged man had a hawk-like nose and eyes that glinted like those of a tiger or wolf, clearly not someone easy to deal with.
"Who are you?" Aotian asked.
"I am who I am; my name is Zeng Qiang," the middle-aged man replied calmly.
"Is he really Zeng Qiang?" murmurs of discussion arose among the crowd.
Zeng Qiang, a martial artist at the seventh level of innate strength, had never joined any faction but had made a name for himself in Mystic Spirit Town due to his remarkable skills.
"Looks like you're not convinced by me?" Aotian said lightly.
"Hmph, what ability does a guy who only relies on women have to obtain the Treasure in the main hall?"
"Then how about you and I have a match in front of everyone?"
"That's exactly what I was thinking, but let's add some stakes!"
"I know what you want. If I lose, all the Treasure I've obtained in the main hall will belong to you. But if you lose, then you'll have to pay with your life!"
Zeng Qiang's pupils slightly constricted as he coldly replied, "If you want my life, then let's see if you have that ability!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding martial artists became interested, seemingly eager to see what this kid, who was only at the Innate Fourth Layer, could do to make such bold claims about taking Zeng Qiang's life...
(This chapter is finally out; please send flowers!)
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