"Yuanxiu!!!"
The long-browed elder roared with a furious glare, charging forward with his bare hands.
The result, unsurprisingly, was the same as his disciple's; both succumbed in an instant.
Chen Sansi withdrew the ban on all laws, took out the Tai Yi Transport Silk, absorbed the fortune from Murong Yuanshou's body, and fled into the void before the many elders of Kunpeng Palace could arrive, quickly distancing himself from this place.
Nine!
Still short of nine!
He did not rest for a moment and immediately went toward the next target.
In just sixty days.
Twelve individuals with fortune had died five violent deaths.
The news spread quickly.
The cultivators in the workshop speculated who was behind it, and at the same time, they all held high expectations.
Because if only one of the twelve remained, it would mean the Human Race would give birth to an Immortal Emperor, perhaps then Ding Xiu could be stopped, and the blood sacrifice would not occur.
