Rustle! Rustle! Rustle!

More Xiantian Realm cultivators descended near the primordial demonic beast’s corpse. After all, the commotion caused by the demonic beast’s blood was too great. So it was hard not to draw any attention.

When the footsteps neared, the faces of the three Quasi-Profound Martial Realm cultivators became ugly. Their gazes alternated between the demonic beast and Lin Yun; they were conflicted. Anyone could see the greed and timidity on their faces.

Lin Yun looked at the three old men with a faint smile. He looked relaxed and was in no rush to attack.

“Then we’ll let Little Brother Lin have this demonic core. Let’s go.” The three of them weighed their chances and ultimately gave up, gnashing their teeth. As for those that came after, they also left, covering their faces.

Lin Yun wasn’t surprised by this outcome. The three old men were afraid of death, so he knew that they wouldn’t risk their lives fighting him to the death for a primordial demonic core. After all, he had just fought the Wang Clan’s Quasi-Profound Martial Realm with the token. The three of them were ordinary wandering cultivators...