"Whoever is not afraid of death can come up and try again. Under my blade, there's never a living soul left." Qin Yuesheng's cold eyes swept over everyone, and his words were firm and decisive.
For a moment, many hesitated, asking themselves: if it had been them facing that strike just now, their fate wouldn't have been much better.
The young man before them was very strong.
Suddenly, a few Grandmasters gritted their teeth and quietly retreated, immediately heading toward the locations of the other two Golden Flowers, hoping for a stroke of luck. To keep contending with Qin Yuesheng here truly held no meaning.
The remaining Grandmasters who refused to leave were unwilling to give in; after all, there were only three Golden Flowers, and the chance of obtaining them was small. To just hand one over like this was something they couldn't bring themselves to do.
