Jared chance novel Chapter 6303

Cedric Gilt gave a cold sneer inside. This crowd was nothing but a mob. Tug at them a little, and they would split apart on their own.

Once they fought until their heads were cracked and blood was everywhere, the Tribunal could step in and clean up the mess.

By then, it would take almost no effort at all.

"Since no one has any objections, then..."

He had not even finished speaking when a sudden stir broke out from the bottom of the chasm.

"A crystal! A huge emberstone crystal!"

Every gaze snapped toward the bottom of the pit at the same time.

At the very center of the Pyre Chasm, resting quietly atop the largest piece of glazed rock, lay a massive emberstone crystal.

It stood taller than a man.

Its whole body was crimson, and golden veins flowed across its surface like a sun that had frozen solid.

Everyone's breathing turned rough.

The fire-aspect spiritual power inside that crystal was enough to raise a True Immortal Realm cultivator by a minor realm.

"It's mine!"

The first one to charge out was a beast-race warrior at True Immortal Realm Level Two.

He turned into a streak of light and shot toward the bottom of the chasm, his eyes burning with heat.

A beast-hide cuirass hung over his body.

His muscles were knotted thick, and a huge bone axe was clenched in his hand.

The whole man looked like a savage beast that had slipped its leash.

"In your dreams!"

A Demonic Cultivator shot after him right on his heels.

Black demonic aura wrapped his whole body.

His face was blurred inside it, with only a pair of blood-red eyes flashing through the darkness.

He was fast as a ghost.

Even though he moved later, he arrived first, reaching the crystal almost at the exact same time as the beast-race warrior.

"It's mine!" the beast-race warrior roared, swinging the bone axe straight at the Demonic Cultivator's head.

The Demonic Cultivator let out a cold laugh, flashed aside to avoid the bone axe, and at the same time drove a palm into the beast-race warrior's back.

The black demonic aura slammed into the beast-race warrior's body and started eating through his flesh and blood.

"Aaagh..." The beast-race warrior let out a ragged scream, whipped around, and struck back.

A blinding burst of light exploded from the bone axe.

That was the beast race's bloodline power—wild, violent, and brutally fierce.

The two of them crashed into a fight right beside the emberstone crystal.

More people charged in.

One cultivator from the Wandering Cultivators Alliance rushed up. He was at True Immortal Realm Level One, looked to be in his fifties, sported a pointed goatee, and wore a robe that had been washed until it was nearly white.

Taking advantage of the chaos, he snatched up a fist-sized emberstone crystal, stuffed it into his robe, turned, and ran.

"Stop right there!" Another wandering cultivator chased him down, grabbed him by the collar, and shouted, "Hand over the emberstone crystal!"

"I got it first!"

"I saw it first!"

The two of them rolled into a brawl.

There wasn't a shred of cultivator dignity left in either one. They looked like two beggars fighting over scraps.

Elsewhere in the mess, a Demonic Cultivator slipped in with a sneak attack, dropped one of the celestial cultivators with a single slash, and ripped the emberstone crystal from his hand.

That celestial cultivator fell into a pool of blood.

Even at the end, his eyes stayed wide open. He still couldn't believe a demon had actually dared lay a hand on a celestial.

"Have you demons lost your minds? You dare touch one of my celestials?" Cedric Gilt roared from the edge of the pit.

"The Pyre Chasm belongs to no one! Whoever grabs it, keeps it!" the demonic cultivator shouted back without even turning his head.

Cedric Gilt's face went hard and dark.

But he still didn't move. He was waiting—waiting until everyone had beaten each other down enough, then he would sweep them all up in one net.

A beast-race woman warrior plunged into the fray. She was a True Immortal Realm Level One, tall and powerfully built, with war paint drawn across her face.

By herself, she drove back three wandering cultivators, seized three emberstone crystals, then threw her head back and laughed.

"Hahaha! Glory to the Skywolf Tribe!"

Her laughter hadn't even finished echoing when a Demonic Cultivator struck from behind and drove a blade straight through her shoulder.

The woman warrior cried out sharply.

The emberstone crystals flew from her hand and scattered across the ground, and the people around her swarmed them empty in an instant.

"Bastard!" The woman warrior roared, spun around, and threw herself at the one who had ambushed her.

The melee at the bottom of the pit only grew more vicious.

Some people snatched up emberstone crystals and stuffed them straight into their Storage Rings.

Others stopped bothering with the crystals and went after other people's Storage Rings instead.

Some struck from the shadows in the middle of the chaos. Some threw together temporary alliances, only to turn on each other an instant later when the split came out uneven.

In the middle of the melee, the emberstone crystals kept changing hands.

One fist-sized emberstone crystal was picked up by a wandering cultivator first.

Then a demon snatched it away. Then someone from the beast race took it back. Then a celestial seized it. Then three wandering cultivators working together stole it back again. Then two demons joined forces and took it away...

In the span of one stick of incense, it had changed masters seven or eight times.

Screams, curses, and desperate pleas rose one after another without a break.

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