341: Directly crushed

"Heh, slaves?"

Looking at the three people begging for mercy, Night Owl showed a disdainful expression and sized them up, considering whether he should absorb them.

In his eyes, there was only nourishment; he didn't need any damn slaves.

However, since these three were Great Emperor Experts, if he used the Sword of Slaughter to kill and absorb them, he feared he wouldn't be able to withstand the massive vitality and the resentment belonging to the Great Emperor Souls.

"Alas, haste makes waste. I should take it one step at a time."

After considering for a moment, Night Owl still gave up the idea of absorbing the three of them.

"Reporting to Elder Zhao, please allow the Elder to send them back to the Origin," Night Owl replied respectfully to Elder Zhao Da with a cupped-fist salute.

"Alright." Elder Zhao Da agreed and immediately intensified the pressure on the three of them.

"Aaaah!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

As Elder Zhao Da's pressure intensified, the three let out miserable screams, then exploded into plumes of bloody mist that rained down onto the faces of the Cultivators in the large pit below.

"Hiss, three Great Emperor Experts just died like that?"

Seeing the Old Ancestors of the Three Great Emperor-level Factions of the magnificent Seven Star Continent being crushed by Elder Zhao Da's pressure, the tens of thousands of Cultivators in the large pit trembled uncontrollably.

Especially the members of the three major factions within the crowd, whose faces turned deathly pale, fearing they would be next.

"Ye's Personal Disciple, continue your training." After crushing the three people, Elder Zhao Da left this sentence and vanished into the air with his three brothers.

"Respectfully seeing off the Elders Zhao!" Night Owl and Gu Chen and his companions bowed respectfully with cupped fists toward the spot where Elder Zhao Da and his group had disappeared.

After completing the salute.

The group immediately turned their gaze to the spot where the Old Ancestor of the Ten Thousand Treasures Merchant Guild, the Nine Star Sect, and the Feiyun Old Ancestor were crushed.

Although Elder Zhao Da had just used his pressure to crush the three, their Storage Rings remained suspended in the air, meaning they had just stumbled upon another windfall.

"Junior Brother Gu, put away all three of these rings," Night Owl instructed Gu Chen, retracting his gaze.

Although they had obtained many Medicinal Pills during this trip to the Ancient Pill Sect Ruins, since there were treasures available, they couldn't let them go.

After all, even if they couldn't use so much, handing them over to the Sect upon their return was still a good option.

"Understood, Senior Brother Ye!" Gu Chen agreed, waved his hand at the three Storage Rings floating in the air, and grabbed them.

Seeing Gu Chen take the three Storage Rings.

All the Cultivators in the large pit below stood up, looking eagerly at Gu Chen.

This was because the Storage Rings of the Old Ancestors of the Three Great Emperor-level Factions contained the Medicinal Pills and treasures that these tens of thousands of people had painstakingly risked their lives to find inside.

Originally, after the Old Ancestors of the Three Great Emperor-level Factions took the items, if they found the culprit, they would at least show some gesture and distribute a few Medicinal Pills and treasures to them.

Now that the Old Ancestors of the Three Great Emperor-level Factions had been killed by Elder Zhao Da, these three Storage Rings became the spoils of war for Night Owl and his companions.

In other words, the Medicinal Pills and treasures they risked their lives to find would now yield them absolutely nothing.

"Wuwu! I painstakingly found hundreds of Saint Realm Medicinal Pills. Even if I only got ten percent, that would be dozens of pills. Now they're all gone!"

"That's right, those were things I risked my life to find, and now I won't get a single one."

"Heavens! Why are you doing this to me? Where did I ever offend you?"

A large number of Cultivators, having just stood up, couldn't help but kneel back down and weep hysterically.

They had barely survived countless dangers to obtain these items, and now they were getting nothing. How could they not be heartbroken?

"This... Senior Brother Ye, they are so miserable. Should we return their share to them?" Mu Xueqing asked Night Owl, feeling a pang of pity as she looked at the tearful Cultivators in the large pit.

Everyone present had seen that the Storage Rings containing the treasures found by these Cultivators had all been taken by the Old Ancestors of the Three Great Emperor-level Factions.

This meant that the three Storage Rings they had just acquired contained items that these tens of thousands of Cultivators had risked their lives to find. She truly felt embarrassed to seize the things these Cultivators had discovered.

"Junior Sister Mu, we are Cultivators. Survival of the fittest is our Law of existence. We didn't steal their things, so why should we return anything to them?" Hearing Mu Xueqing's words, Night Owl replied calmly to Mu Xueqing.

"That's right, Junior Sister Mu. We didn't steal anything directly from their hands. Why the hell should we give it back? They might just be pretending to elicit your sympathy?"

Gu Chen also agreed and then coldly glanced at the Cultivators below.

These people were crying so miserably and pitifully in the large pit, surely trying to soften the hearts of girls like Mu Xueqing and persuade them to share some of the spoils.

After all, which Saint Realm Expert or Quasi-Emperor Expert hadn't gone through immense hardship to Cultivate to their current Realm? How could they cry so easily?

"Huh! Pretending?" Hearing this, Mu Xueqing used her Divine Sense to carefully scan the Cultivators kneeling and weeping below.