They weren't mistaken; the monster was indeed dead. Not only was it dead, but its belly had been hollowed out. Through the crack in its enormous belly, they could see the Nine Heavens Decrees piled up together, each vying to emit a dazzling light.
"How many Nine Heavens Decrees must that be?"
Subconscious murmurs drifted throughout the venue.
But no one could answer this question.
If Lin Sanmo's sudden shower of hundreds of Nine Heavens Tokens had amazed them but seemed normal enough, then what they were witnessing now felt like a dream.
A man came along dragging a huge, dead monster. The monster's belly was stuffed with what could be a train carload of Nine Heavens Tokens...
That's outrageous!
Perhaps because the shock was so immense, it wasn't until the person had walked more than a hundred meters away that someone finally remembered to look at the person's face, which was somewhat distorted under the light.
"It's...it's Chen Qian!"
Someone shouted.
The riots broke out again, and many people came to their senses, looking at Shen Qian, who was now standing alive in front of them, with a mixture of surprise and slight fear.
Unlike Lin Sanmo, who was more like a passerby.
Sinking was their predetermined goal from the beginning.
But fear was inevitable, because the number of Nine Heavens Tokens that Shen Qian carried far exceeded their expectations.
Nobody's a fool. If they just searched everywhere, how could they possibly find such a massive number of Nine Heavens Tokens in just a few hours?
What was the Nine Heavens Token made of that beast skin before sinking? Just thinking about it sent chills down their spines.
Moreover, Shen Qian still carried a strong, lingering, and pungent smell of blood that was drifting in the wind.
His coat, which should have been light blue and white, was now covered in rust.
"Sink forward!"
The thirty-three people on the low slope instantly formed a vigilant formation, their subtle auras locking onto Chen Qian.
After the initial chaos, the remaining thousand or so people began to tentatively move forward.
The atmosphere instantly became tense and hostile.
After stopping a hundred meters away, Shen Qian remained motionless, allowing the others to adjust their breathing and surround him again.
When everything had calmed down briefly, Shen Qian finally raised his head. He ignored the martial artists around him and his scrutinizing gaze swept over the faces of the thirty-three young men and women on the low slope.
Comparing the information and photos in his memory, Shen Qian pulled out a handwritten list and a pencil from somewhere and calmly and accurately read out their names one by one.
"Ma Yinsheng, Sun Zhen, Tian Siwang, Li Xiang, Qiu Furong... Hmm, the Seven Heavens Ranking, that's right."
Amidst the furrowed brows and strange expressions of more than thirty people, Shen Qian slowly read out their names, marking each one on the list with a checkmark.
After he finished reading, Shen Qian raised his head, looked at them, and smiled brightly.
"I've found you."
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