Yu Wenxiu fell to the ground and threw out a mouthful of blood. As his face became terrifyingly pale, the other Ming Cult’s disciples quickly came forth to help him.

“Get lost! I don’t need anyone’s help!” Yu Wenxiu furiously shoved everyone away, and he no longer had his confidence from before. When the other holy land geniuses saw this scene, they were feeling lucky.

Although they were willing to see Lin Yun’s death, they had no intentions of becoming his enemy. They could only say that Yu Wenxiu was finished.

“Let’s go for the other treasures.” They swiftly made up their minds and headed for the other pillars. There were a lot of treasures here, so they could still obtain some valuable treasures, even if they couldn’t obtain a Glory Saint Artifact. Based on their strength, they were more than capable of going for the other treasures as long as they didn’t compete with Lin Yun.

Lin Yun looked at the silver fan enveloped in the lightning. This fan looked extraordinary, looking ancient and beautiful. It looked like a piece of art.

“It’s pretty beautiful.” Lin Yun smiled. Without mentioning the power...