"Everyone, if anyone still wants the Spirit Fruit in my hand, feel free to come and take it."
Qin Yang's eyes were cold as he glanced at the thirty or so cultivators who had been making a ruckus earlier.
As Qin Yang's gaze swept over them, the faces of the few cultivators who had been the loudest turned serious, and they involuntarily stepped back.
To seize the Spirit Fruit, one must have the life to take it; the two corpses on the ground were proof enough. This man was so strong—wasn't trying to snatch the Spirit Fruit from him akin to courting death?
"Let's go."
Several cultivators with lower cultivation levels had faces filled with change, then immediately fled deep into the Spirit Medicine Garden as if their lives depended on it.
"Hmph."
Seeing this, Qin Yang snorted coldly; the Immortal Cultivation Realm was just like this, where the weak are preyed upon by the strong.
