Yin Hao and the two stewards from the Cangyan Sect stared at Fang Bai holding the Great Bell, their expressions filled with shock.
They knew the Xingluo Shield was a superior Royal Grade weapon with astonishing power, capable of shattering even the strongest bodies with a single blow.
Yet the ancient bell in Fang Bai’s hands seed to exert a pressure even greater than that of the Xingluo Shield.
Sothing stronger than a superior Royal Grade Spiritual Artifact—could it be the legendary Immortal Artifact that only the strongest from the Immortal Realm possessed?
As soon as they thought of the words "Immortal Artifact," the shock on the faces of Yin Hao and the two stewards instantly turned into fiery greed.
"Kid, where did you get this Great Bell? What grade of Spiritual Artifact is it?"
Yin Hao pointed at the ancient bell lifted in Fang Bai’s hands, eyes gleaming, loudly questioning.
As he spoke, his hands trembled slightly, his voice quivered, clearly unable to contain his excitent.
Fang Bai laughed, "Spiritual Artifact? You underestimate the Soul Loss Bell; it’s sothing left behind by an ancient immortal in the Three Thousand Worlds, truly an Immortal Artifact!"
With these words, the three of them trembled all over, their breaths beca rapid and heavy, and their eyes radiated a beast-like light as they gazed at the Great Bell.
"Give the Great Bell! Spare your life!"
Yin Hao stepped forward, reaching out his right hand towards Fang Bai, sternly saying.
The two stewards of the Cangyan Sect, though eager to compete, knew they were not a match for Yin Hao even together, so they exchanged glances, their eyes flickered, but they did not speak.
"You want this Immortal Artifact? Fine, catch!"
Fang Bai tossed the Soul Loss Bell into the air, letting it fall towards Yin Hao.
Yin Hao thought Fang Bai was truly willing to exchange the bell for his life, feeling a surge of joy, he soared into the sky, reaching with both hands to catch the falling Soul Loss Bell.
At that mont, his mind was filled with images of himself wielding the Immortal Artifact, intimidating all around, and he couldn’t help but smile.
"Kill!"
Just as Yin Hao soared, his hands about to touch the Soul Loss Bell, the two stewards from the Cangyan Sect, as if their minds were in sync, simultaneously unleashed their Spiritual Artifacts in a frenzied attack.
Their target was not Fang Bai, but Yin Hao.
According to legend, an Immortal Artifact can suppress all Spiritual Artifacts in the Three Thousand Worlds, and if this ancient bell were truly an Immortal Artifact, anyone who obtained it would significantly increase their power.
Thus, as much as Yin Hao wanted the Immortal Artifact, the two stewards wanted it just as much, if not more intensely.
But to get the Immortal Artifact, they first had to remove Yin Hao, their strong competitor blocking the way.
So, in that instant, the two stewards exchanged glances, deciding to temporarily join forces to eliminate Yin Hao before discussing the bell’s ownership.
Immortal Artifacts are rare in the world, incredibly powerful, and to obtain one, the two stewards of the Cangyan Sect didn’t hesitate to turn against their own kin to take down Yin Hao.
Knowing they were far weaker than Yin Hao, they chose this mont, when Yin Hao was reaching for the Soul Loss Bell, to launch their surprise attack.
As Yin Hao ascended into the sky, his mind partly guarded against Fang Bai and partly on the Soul Loss Bell, he never expected his comrades would attack from behind.
Feeling the fierce energies rushing at him from behind, Yin Hao knew things had gone awry, and it was too late to evade.
Helplessly, he accelerated upward while gathering Spiritual Energy behind him to instantly form a defensive energy shield to counter the two sharp attacks from the rear.
By doing so, though he might suffer injuries, he could minimize the damage, and as long as he got the Immortal Artifact, the cost would be worth it.
Yin Hao already knew it was his two fellow stewards who attacked him, a raging hatred swelling within, and once he got the Immortal Artifact, he would kill them first.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Two thunderous sounds echoed as the attacks from the two stewards of the Cangyan Sect shattered the defensive energy shield on Yin Hao’s back, the montum unchecked, striking his body.
Yin Hao spat out a mouthful of blood but used the force from the two impacts to surge upward several more ters, finally grasping the Soul Loss Bell in his hands.
"Hahaha..."
Yin Hao, holding the Soul Loss Bell, hovered in the air, unable to stop himself from laughing loudly.
Seeing the Immortal Artifact in Yin Hao’s hands, the two stewards of the Cangyan Sect were enraged. They knew that if Yin Hao didn’t die today, then surely they would, so gritting their teeth, with looks of ferocity, they charged into the air to engage in fierce battle with Yin Hao.
The two stewards understood this battle was life or death, adopting a fight-to-the-death strategy, seemingly mad.
And Yin Hao, apart from dealing with the two of them, had to be wary of Fang Bai, who watched from the sidelines, forcing him to reserve so of his strength.
As such, the three ended up evenly matched in a short period.
They all ca from the sa sect, acquainted for decades, considered old friends, yet now, over an Immortal Artifact, they turned on each other.
It showed that when interests grow large enough, even close friends may beco enemies, and even the strongest friendships can fracture.
Fang Bai leaped to a distant mountain peak, arms crossed, leisurely watching the three n battle with boom after boom, his eyes full of indifference and mockery.
He didn’t care a bit about the lives of the three, believing that if they fought to mutual destruction or even perished together, it would be best, allowing him to calmly collect the Spirit Stone Veins here.
As for the nearly thousand mining disciples of the Cangyan Sect, they stayed far away, not daring to approach. Though nurous, they posed no threat to Fang Bai, and he didn’t regard them.
Spiritual Energy surged, thunder roared, as the three Thunder Tribulation Experts battled fiercely in the air and on the ground in the valley, the noise echoing for miles, scaring away many Spirit Beasts.
They had long since summoned their respective Spiritual Artifacts, even fighting with their Primordial Spirits, unleashing their full strength to try and kill their opponents.
"Kong Sheng, Ding Xun, you two bastards stop this madness now! If we keep fighting like this, in the end, that kid will reap the benefits!"
Yin Hao punched one steward, making him spew blood, while taking a heavy hit to his left shoulder himself, rendering an arm numb and painful, barely able to lift it, and shouted angrily.
The steward nad Kong Sheng showed a ferocious grin, "Elder Yin, once we’ve started, there’s no turning back. It’s too late for words now! This fight, either you die, or we do!"
The other steward, Ding Xun, shouted, "That’s right! Kill you, get the Immortal Artifact, and we won’t fear being excommunicated from the Cangyan Sect!"
Kong Sheng said, "Elder Yin, your strength may be greater than both of ours, but even if you kill us, you’ll deplete a lot of Divine Sense and Spiritual Energy, making it hard to face that kid, ensuring your death! Instead, why don’t you give the Immortal Artifact to us, and go your way; let us handle that kid!"
Yin Hao, having stored the Soul Loss Bell in his Space Ring, wouldn’t take it out again, laughing in fury, "The Immortal Artifact is mine, no one else can take it! With you two and that kid, who can kill ? If I want to leave, who can stop ?"
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