"Oh no..."
The first batch of Evil Sect cultivators that descended were immediately hit by a barrage of copper coins, screaming in agony as they fell.
It was as if dumplings were being dropped into a pot, with cultivators continuously falling down, either being half-dead from the barrage of copper coins or suffering severe injuries from the fall.
"Everyone, take out your magical artifacts and counterattack!"
Seeing the situation, Tu Xingsun quickly called for their people to swiftly retaliate.
Various bizarre magical artifacts were thrown out continuously—blades, spears, swords, halberds, zithers, lutes, drums, bells, pots, bowls, and even pans...
Wait a minute, why are there pots and pans here?
Tu Xingsun glanced back and saw an Evil Cultivator dressed as a cook had just thrown out his beloved magical artifact, only to be pounded into mush by hundreds of copper coins before he could even fully utilize it.
