A group of more than twenty people quickly reached an agreement.
Ye Qiu had no idea where this group of people came from, nor was he interested in knowing.
He only knew one thing: this group of people dared to have murderous intentions.
So, Ye Qiu naturally wouldn't hold back.
Do you all want the treasure?
Ye Qiu slowly stood up.
"Huh, he's awake."
"Boy, what have you gotten? Tell me quickly."
"If you don't want to die, take out your things and share them with us."
Loud shouts rang out, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu said calmly, "There are no treasures here, only a Thunder Dao Treasure Scripture. However, this scripture can only be comprehended on the altar. I will open a passage for you all, and you can come up and comprehend it together. Although the Thunder Scripture is profound, not everyone can master it. Whether you can succeed depends entirely on your comprehension."
After speaking, Ye Qiu took out the Thunder Scripture and placed it directly on the altar floor.
This action immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Without hesitation, Ye Qiu immediately made his move, tearing a gash in the surrounding lightning.
"Those who want to enter, hurry up. I can't hold out for long. Let's make this clear first: there should be no internal strife. Anyone can comprehend the Thunder Scripture. If anyone has selfish intentions, the rest of us will unite and kill them."
Ye Qiu said seriously.
Upon hearing this, everyone expressed that they would not engage in infighting.
Then, an old man rushed onto the altar without waiting.
Seeing this, the others rushed forward one after another, without thinking carefully about why Ye Qiu was doing this.
When only two people remained, Ye Qiu couldn't help but ask, "Don't you want to study it?"
"Heh, I'm afraid I'll have the life to comprehend it, but not the life to descend from the altar. I won't join in the fun."
An old man with white hair sneered.
The other person was an old woman.
The old woman said calmly, "Young man, I know you. Your name is Ye Qiu, right? The Illusionary Immortal Sect, the Immortal Sword Palace, and many ancient families all want to get rid of you. Compared to the Thunder Scripture, we think you are more valuable. You are the most precious fortune here."
"Yeah?"
Ye Qiu took a few steps forward, closing the tear.
Then, Ye Qiu unleashed the Thunder God Shadow.
This divine shadow was something he had only cultivated in the last two days, and it became his seventh divine shadow.
"Destroy".
Ye Qiu roared in a low voice, and the Thunder God Shadow instantly stirred up the sea of thunder above.
Thunder Sea suddenly became violent, and large shards of lightning rained down, bombarding and killing the cultivators who had already taken the stage.
In less than ten seconds, all twenty-odd people were cleaved into ashes and their souls were scattered.
The white-haired old man and the old woman felt their scalps tingle and their faces turned solemn. They were secretly glad that they hadn't impulsively stepped onto the altar.
"So that's what you were thinking, young man. You're so ruthless, it seems we have no choice but to get rid of you. No wonder those ancient clans and sects all want to kill you. You're so cruel and wicked, you really deserve to die," the white-haired old man said coldly.
The old woman smiled and said, "Fellow martial artist, why don't we join forces today to uphold justice? What do you think?"
"I couldn't be happier," said the white-haired old man. "Kill this brat, and we'll take his head to the Divine Court. The future Divine Court should remember our kindness."
"We've got the same idea. This great fortune will be shared equally between us. So, let's kill."
The old woman's eyes gleamed, and a cold light emanated from her body.
This is the power of icy spirit, so intense it's captivating, causing the temperature here to plummet.
The white-haired old man also drew his long sword, which shone with golden light, like an awakened old god, exuding an incredibly terrifying aura.
"kill."
"kill."
Without saying a word, the two rushed toward Ye Qiu together.
A fierce battle erupted instantly, with Ye Qiu fighting two opponents alone.
After exchanging more than ten blows, Ye Qiu discovered that the old woman's icy spiritual power was having a significant impact on his speed.
Some of the attacks could have been easily avoided under normal circumstances, but the slowing effect of the icy spiritual power made him a beat too slow and he suffered several setbacks.
However, he only suffered a minor setback; their attacks did not inflict any real damage on him.
"You guys like two against one, right? I wonder if nine against two of you can hold your own?"
Ye Qiu suddenly sneered.
The white-haired old man and the old woman were both taken aback.
What does this mean?
But soon, they all understood the meaning behind Ye Qiu's words, and a huge shock suddenly struck them, causing their whole bodies to tremble involuntarily.
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