Some turned and ran, some knelt and begged for mercy, and some stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.
David did not chase those who fled or finish off those who begged for mercy.
He just stood there, the Dragon Slayer Sword held horizontally in front of him, his purple eyes staring at the remaining people.
“Put down your magic artifact, cripple your cultivation, and you can leave alive.” His voice was calm, yet extremely clear in the silent battlefield.
The cultivators from the Void Merchant Guild looked at each other in confusion.
Then, one by one, they put away the ritual equipment.
Gold, silver, and blue ritual equipment rumbled and crackled as they hit the ground.
They channeled their spiritual energy, destroying their own meridians.
Silver-white spiritual energy disappeared from their bodies, and their cultivation levels declined rapidly, falling from the Golden Immortal Realm to the True Immortal Realm.
They used to be elite cultivators of the Void Merchant Guild, influential figures in the Golden Immortal realm.
Now, they are nothing.
But at least they are still alive.
David did not chase those who fled.
In the dangerous ancient battlefield, those who fled did not survive a day.
They were killed by the remaining ancient souls, swallowed by space cracks, or caught in some kind of trap that it was impossible for them to escape from.
He didn’t need to lift a finger.
David sheathed the Dragon Slayer Sword and turned to look at Yan Huo.
Yanhuo stood rooted to the spot, his hands gripping the golden spear tremblingly, his golden-red eyes filled with fear.
He witnessed the entire process of killing Wu Yuan.
With a single slash of the sword, David finished off Wu Yuan, a level four Gold Immortal, without giving him a chance to fight back.
And he was also a level four Gold Immortal.
Apart from that, he also suffered an injury.
If David touched him, his fate would be the same as Wu Yuan’s.
Chen David Flamefire’s voice trembled, “We, the gods will no longer be your enemies. Let today’s events be as if they never happened. Let us go and we will leave each other alone from now on.”
David stared at Yan Huo, his purple eyes devoid of any expression.
“Keep your distance, like water in a well.”
His voice was soft, but very clear in the silent battlefield, “You gods have hunted me down to the eighteenth heaven. You want my life, you want my Great Luo Golden Scripture, you want my Power of Chaos. And now you say we should stay on opposite sides?”
Yan Huo’s face turned pale.
“Then what do you want?”
David drew the Dragon Slayer Sword, and chaotic purple flames burned on the blade.
“Take advantage of the opportunity while it lasts. You gods should understand this principle better than I do.”
His voice was calm, but there was a chilling tone in it: “You are all injured now, and this is the perfect time to finish you off.”
If I let you go now, you will return to me after recovering from your injuries. Then, another battle will begin.
“Instead of waiting for you to recover before coming to me, I will kill you right now and end everything.”
Yanhuo’s body shook violently.
He knew David was telling the truth.
The feud between the gods and David was irreconcilable.
From the beginning, in the Celestial Realm, David harbored hatred towards the gods.
Each step is initiated by the gods.
Every step he took deepened David’s hatred of the gods.
Then, how could David believe the saying “we will maintain our privacy”?
“Everyone, listen to my orders!” Yan Huo roared. “Let’s fight! We’ll die too if we don’t fight, but if we fight, there’s still a glimmer of hope!”
Upon hearing Yan Huo’s words, a glimmer of madness flashed across the eyes of the divine cultivators.
They gripped their magical artifacts tightly, and golden holy light flashed on their bodies, turning the entire sky golden.
More than twenty people rushed towards David simultaneously.
David stared at the approaching Divine Race members, his purple eyes showing no fear.
He didn’t give up.
The Dragon Slayer Sword was raised, and purple sword energy condensed on the blade.
A sword was swung.
The purple sword energy slashed at the leading divine cultivators, splitting their bodies in half, and spraying golden blood and entrails all over the ground.
Another sword attack.
Several other divine cultivators fell.
Another sword attack.
Another sword attack.
David swung his sword repeatedly, each attack taking the life of one or more divine cultivators.
His sword was not fast, in fact it was very slow. Every attack was clear and decisive, without any fancy movements or unnecessary actions.
But it was precisely this extremely simple sword technique that gave the cultivators of the god race no chance to dodge, finishing them off with a single strike.
In less than half an incense stick of time, all twenty plus divine cultivators fell into a pool of blood.
Golden blood flowed over the whitish-gray sand, forming dark golden streams.
The air was filled with a strong and pungent smell of blood that made people want to vomit.
Only Yanhuo remained standing.
He grasped a golden spear, his body was covered in blood, the wound on his left arm reopened, golden blood spurted from the wound and dripped down his arm.
His face was deathly pale, and his golden-red eyes were filled with fear and hatred.
He was the deputy palace master of the Fire God Palace, a powerful expert at the fourth rank of the Golden Immortal Realm.
On Eighteenth Heaven, apart from Yan Wuji, there was no one who was his equal.
But in front of David, he didn’t even have a chance to fight back.
This young man, a rank nine True God, was too strong.
The power was so powerful that it made him despair.
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A: They openly declare a preference for maximizing personal profits and resources.
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