Though there were dozens of treasured swords, only a few were successfully seized in the rush.
Consequently, the disciples from the three major sects engaged in fierce combat, vying for the treasures without reservation.
In the vicinity of the sword platform, blood flowed freely.
A timeless truth unfolded—man dies for wealth, birds die for food.
The weak faced slaughter, leaving only the strong.
"Like flowing water, the swords radiate a brilliant azure light. Impressive, indeed," Yun Xingchen mused as he played with the treasured sword in his hand.
The gleam in his eyes intensified.
"It seems we won't be leaving empty-handed this time," Luo Qiudi expressed her joy.
Holding these treasured swords brought undeniable happiness.
At this moment, however, Hu Wei sensed something amiss as a thunderous rumble echoed through the square.
The sword platform crumbled instantly.