Only competitors came here. Unless the other party was a Ghost Cultivator, one of them had to die.
Because there was only one item.
And sharing was not an option.
One mountain can't hold two tigers, and one Magical Treasure can't have two masters.
The Ghost Cultivator knew this well, so upon sensing that his opponent wasn't strong, he drew his blade.
He planned to take him by surprise, killing him as fast as possible.
'Absolutely no pointless chatter. Kill first, talk later.'
For a cultivator at Tier Four Peak, drawing a blade and striking a man was the work of an instant.
Against such a sudden attack, anyone without a comparable Cultivation wouldn't even have a chance to defend.
The Ghost Cultivator then swung his blade down. It met no resistance, passing smoothly through the body of the man before him.
Just as the Ghost Cultivator was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly froze.
'The blade met no resistance?'
