Ruins, Inheritance (3)

However, before he could reach the treasure, a sword was suddenly thrust forward and pierced through his chest.

His body shook as he turned around in disbelief and looked at the person who had stabbed him. "You, you actually..." he asked in a trembling voice.

"There's not much treasure here. The less of us there are, the more chances we will have to get something so you can go to hell!"

The attacker then pulled his sword out emotionlessly. Even the way he had spoken was extremely cruel and he showed absolutely no mercy at all.

Splatter!

Fresh blood gushed out from the cultivator's body like spring water. He then slowly crumpled to the ground, landing in front of everyone with a thud.

Everyone immediately drew their weapon and struck the person standing next to them.

They must slaughter their own kind for the sake of obtaining the treasure!