The ancestor of the endless sect seemed to have realized what Devon was doing. He could tell that Devon was trying to create disputes among all of them present.
"Let's get the treasures first, then we decide how we are going to share it." the old man's deep voice resounded in the main hall.
The strong reigns over the weak ones. The old man's word was an order for the crowds. They knew going against the man's words was the same as going against the endless sect. Though some of them weren't afraid of the man, they just didn't see any point in having a conflict.
Besides, his words were also right, they had to get the treasures first before they could even think of sharing them.
Devon smiled, "I feel it would be better not to kill any of you, but you leave me no choice." he stated.
