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Wang Yue yelled loudly.

"A Nirvana Realm expert?"

The faces of Wu Xian and the other two changed.

They assumed that although Yang Tian and his group were cultivators, they should still be of a lower status; if not, they shouldn't be appearing here.

After all, weren't those who entered here just some lowly humans looking to become stronger?

How could they have known that someone as powerful as a Nirvana Realm expert was among Yang Tian's group?

How did such a strong expert enter here?

Wu Xian and the other two looked very cautious.

Yang Tian also used his Divine Sense towards Wu Xian and the others, discovering that they were merely Body Tempering Realm cultivators. He sneered coldly, "It's you who should scram! We found this place first, so all of you should leave!"

Wu Xian and his two companions exchanged glances, but did not make a move as they waited for others to arrive.

Soon enough, over three hundred men and women rushed over.

Seeing so many people arrive, Wu Xian spoke up, "We came here to share the magical treasures and demon beasts; this Spirit Sword was discovered by all of us. So, everyone, how should we divide it?"

"It's obviously mine!"

A man shouted.

"Whoever grabs it, owns it!"

Another man quickly added.

Wu Xian suddenly pointed at Yang Tian and his group and said, "You all might be disappointed because these people are Ancient Martial Artists. None of you three hundred can match even a single one of them!"

"What? Ancient Martial Artists?"

Everyone's faces changed upon hearing this.

Originally, they were all ordinary people; Ancient Martial Artists were something unreal to them.

But having come here, they believed in the existence of Ancient Martial Artists.

After all, if magical treasures and demon beasts exist, how could Ancient Martial Artists not?

"You all scram, you're no match for big brother!"

Wang Yue shouted with her hands on her hips.

Upon hearing this, everyone looked a bit displeased, but a few courageous men and women walked toward the Spirit Sword on the large stone.

"Are you seeking death?"

Young Lady Yaoyao shouted coldly.

A demonic wind blew out, transforming into a Demon Blade that with one slash made the men and women obediently retreat.

Now, the crowd quieted down.

Wu Xian and his companions looked extremely grim; they had hoped to cause chaos among the crowd when more people showed up.

Yang Tian sneered coldly.

He obviously understood what Wu Xian and the others were planning.

But he was determined to have this Spirit Sword!

Bang!

Yang Tian soared upwards, launching a Heaven-shattering Palm Technique at the large stone.

After a loud booming sound, the stone shattered, and the Spirit Sword floated in mid-air.

But what shocked the crowd was that over ten small Spirit Swords flew out from inside the stone.

Although these Spirit Swords weren't as great as the central one, they were treasures and fell to the ground, inciting a commotion: "Everyone, hurry and grab them!"

Whoosh!

Yang Tian's figure flickered and he reached the hovering Spirit Sword, grasping it with his hand—this was now his Human Dao Spirit Sword.

"Big brother, is this Human Dao Spirit Sword really powerful? Quickly drip blood on it so it can become your Spirit Sword!"

Wang Yue shouted eagerly.

"Yueyue, it's for you!"

Yang Tian handed the Human Dao Spirit Sword to Wang Yue.

"For me?"

Wang Yue was stunned.

"Of course, it's for you. Quickly drip blood on it to recognize ownership!"

Yang Tian patted Wang Yue's little head.

"Big brother, I love you so much!"

Wang Yue exclaimed happily and hurriedly bit her finger, dripping blood on the Human Dao Spirit Sword.

Instantly, the Human Dao Spirit Sword erupted with intense blood-red light.

"Yang, apart from this Human Dao Spirit Sword, all the other Spirit Swords have been taken!"

Young Lady Yaoyao quickly said.

Yang Tian looked around. When he shattered the stone, over ten Spirit Swords burst out from it; these were all low-grade Spirit Swords, some were Silver, and the rest were Bronze.

The over three hundred men and women swarmed in, and all the Spirit Swords were divided among them.

What made Yang Tian frown was that the five Silver Spirit Swords among them were actually snatched up by Wu Xian and his companions.

"Hurry and drip blood to recognize ownership!"

Wu Xian and his companions, having acquired the Silver Spirit Swords, promptly dripped blood on them to recognize ownership.

The color of the five Silver Spirit Swords changed.

Seeing this, Wang Ying frowned: "You don't have the right to possess the Silver Spirit Swords; we discovered them first!"

"The most precious is the Human Dao Spirit Sword, and it was snatched by you. These Silver Spirit Swords are ours since we grabbed them!"

Huang Hong said coldly.

"We discovered them first!"

Young Lady Yaoyao snapped coldly, taking a step forward.

Wu Xian quickly shouted, "Everyone, look at their arrogance! These Spirit Swords were grabbed by us, so naturally, they are ours. Isn't that right?"

Among the crowd, those who had grabbed Bronze Spirit Swords nodded in agreement.

One by one, they began shouting at Yang Tian and his group: "Don't be too domineering; these are just low-grade Spirit Swords that we've grabbed, so they are naturally ours!"

Hearing this, Young Lady Yaoyao's expression darkened.

Though the Bronze Spirit Swords were indeed numerous in the Fox Race, those five Silver Spirit Swords were treasures in the outside world. Though not as valuable as the Human Dao Spirit Sword, they were still highly coveted.

"The master of this continent has said, whoever acquires the magical treasure, it's theirs!"

Wu Xian stated coldly again.

"Indeed! When we entered here, that holy voice clearly stated, whoever grabs the magical treasure, it's theirs!"