Without the group from the City Lord Mansion glaring fiercely from the sidelines, these descendants of the Great Mahayana Ancestor no longer had any reservations. Each of them gripped their magic artifact swords and knives, coldly watching their opponents, while also guarding against attacks from behind.
"The game begins—!" The figure in the sky said.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh!!!
As his words fell, the entire figure turned into countless spots, disappearing completely.
"Kill!"
"A bunch of trash, daring to compete with me for the legacy. All of you, go die!"
"The ancestor's legacy is mine, whoever blocks me will die!"
...
On the plaza, everyone went berserk. Each one instinctively, per the Great Mahayana Ancestor's words, gripped their magic artifacts, slashing towards those around them. Under the immense temptation of the legacy, they all lost their reason, with only one thought in their minds: kill everyone they see and seize the legacy.
