He had no idea what use a Golden Crow's corpse might serve, but that was no reason not to snatch it first — after all, this was the trophy he'd obtained at the cost of a single Miemeng tail feather. There was no way he was letting it slip through his fingers.
When he'd brought General Sichen to find her kin before, Miemeng had granted him only three golden feathers. With his strength still lacking, those three feathers were impossibly precious — essentially three life-saving talismans. Had there been any other choice,
But faced with the Golden Crow's attack, willing or not, he had to use one. The alternative was death.
His figure flickered as the laws of space rippled outward. To his pleasant surprise, the power that had locked down heaven and earth had dissipated with the Golden Crow's demise, allowing him to freely activate his spatial teleportation.
No point trying to pick a destination — just run first.
The reaction was instant. The dozens of Open Heaven Realm cultivators in the great hall first stared with bulging eyes, then erupted in shock and fury. They had fought the Golden Crow tooth and nail, paying a staggering price — even several lower-grade Open Heaven cultivators had fallen in the process. They had finally brought the beast down, and now some random nobody had swooped in and snatched the prize?
If the fellow were genuinely powerful, they could accept that — strength was strength, and there was no arguing with it. But the guy wasn't even an Open Heaven cultivator! He actually had the audacity to steal food right from a tiger's mouth?
Elder Hong and the others were particularly enraged. Though everyone had walked away with something from this expedition — each claiming a piece of Sun Star True Gold — no one ever complained about having too many good things. And that was the corpse of an adult Golden Crow, which was likely even more valuable than the Sun Star True Gold.
"Such nerve!" Elder Hong bellowed. A torrent of powerful divine sense surged outward and immediately locked onto
Yuan Xiaoman turned to look at Madam Lan. "Sister Lan, aren't you going after him?" Without waiting for an answer, she shot into the sky like an arrow loosed from a bow, smashing through the roof with a thunderous roar and carving a direct passage to the outside. A cluster of lower-grade Open Heaven cultivators followed close behind.
In the great hall, Madam Lan reached up and wiped the trace of blood from the corner of her lips, her expression peculiar…
She certainly knew that young man. He'd stayed at the First Inn for four months and been a guest of the establishment — his name was
Who could have guessed… he'd actually succeeded. And not just succeeded — he'd struck the jackpot!
That Golden Crow corpse was far more valuable than the Seventh-Order Sun Star True Gold she herself had obtained. The more she thought about it, the more absurd it seemed. With so many Open Heaven cultivators present, how did a mere Emperor Realm cultivator have the nerve to pull off something like this? Was he not afraid the corpse would burn his hands?
"I fear you may have the fate to take it, but not the fate to keep it," Madam Lan murmured under her breath. She looked up to find that Yuan Xiaoman had already torn open a passage through the ceiling leading outside. Her graceful figure flickered as she shot into the sky.
Right now,
Judging by their furious expressions, anyone unaware of the situation might have thought he'd dug up their ancestors' graves.
This was the first time he'd ever been chased by Open Heaven cultivators — and not just one or two, but a whole swarm. Nearly every major faction from the surrounding Great Domains was represented.
He had relied on the laws of space to get a head start, but before he'd fled very far, he felt several streams of aura lock onto him from a distance. There was no mistaking it — those locks belonged to the mid-grade Open Heaven cultivators.
He teleported several times in succession, widening the gap slightly each time, yet he still couldn't shake them off.
Worse, after repeated attempts, Elder Hong and the others seemed to have deduced something about
Fortunately, spatial abilities held a unique advantage when it came to fleeing. Had it not been for that,
Toward the back of the crowd,
"Senior Brother, that's
"How did he…"
"I have no idea, but he's in serious trouble now."
In that kind of situation, forget