Beneath the Mystic Gold Fruit Tree, a group of cultivators was being driven to distraction by a few Single-horned Rock Rats.
A straight fight would have been one thing, but this pack of rats was simply toying with them. They would pop up to land a quick scratch, only to vanish without a trace by the time the cultivators swung their swords.
The injuries weren't serious, but being toyed with like this made everyone gradually lose their cool. They even began to forget about the Mystic Gold Fruit Tree, focused only on their desperate desire to kill these damn rats.
Amidst the crowd, however, Yi Ze remained completely calm, even sneering inwardly as he watched the others.
'A few rats are enough to make them lose their heads? And they think they can compete with me for the Xuanjin Fruit?'
'Heh. They're dreaming.'
