Hundreds of cultivators gathered below suddenly made a mad dash toward the trees, each of them with a ruthless expression on their faces.
At that moment, a single heart-shaped fruit filled with multi-colored runes started to fall toward the ground.
After watching this scene, the hearts of the cultivators present tightened, and their expressions turned even more determined.
The fruit was lower than expected; there were supposed to be at least ten fruits.
At this time, a voice filled with unprecedented tyranny echoed through the surroundings: "No one will move. If I see anyone moving, I will chop their head off their shoulders."
Just as the bearded man finished speaking, a fist-sized hole appeared on his forehead, and he fell to the ground like a broken doll.
In the next moment, the cultivators who couldn't fly ruthlessly walked over his dead body, paying no attention to his earlier words.