"Mine... that's my precious treasure..."
"It belongs to me..."
"No... that ring is destined to be with me. The Gods themselves have decreed it!"
A strange haze seemed to descend upon the crowd.
The moment their eyes landed on the dark ring, reason began to fade.
Their breathing grew heavier, their hearts pounded faster, and an overwhelming greed took root within their minds.
The ring was beautiful, mysterious, and terrifyingly alluring.
It was as if an invisible voice whispered into their ears, promising endless power, eternal life, and unimaginable wealth.
Every person present became captivated by its presence.
Even cultivators with strong wills found themselves struggling to look away.
Then, inevitably, someone snapped.
"Give me that ring!"
A shadow shot forward like a bolt of lightning.
The attacker moved with astonishing speed, his hand reaching directly for Old Man Zhao's throat.
His intention was clear and that was to kill the old man and seize the treasure.
