Those Destiny Talismans were already shattered.
This meant that their disciples or successors have already perished within the ruins!
The Quasi-Divine Master of Mystic Firmament Divine Cult raised his chin slightly with a cold, haughty expression. "Coveting the Vermilion Fruit with such mediocre capabilities? How laughable!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"
The Quasi-Divine Master of Dark Ghost Sect bared his yellow, rotting teeth and cackled sinisterly like the cries of crows.
"I garner that those lads didn't even manage to get through the otherworldly soldiers!"
The Martial Grandmasters inside the pavilion laughed with relaxed expressions.
Raising a cup of tea, the Quasi-Divine Master of Blood Mist Sect drank heartily and remarked indifferently, "Just a bunch of useless things that didn't know what's good for them."
The moment he said that his expression changed and he swiftly swiped across his storage bag, retrieving a Destiny Talisman.