All the people in the entire arena maintained a posture of looking upward, their gazes moving with the descent of this marble flowerpot.
Richard leaped forward and caught the marble flowerpot as it fell from the air.
All eyes silently stared at the marble flowerpot, which was engraved with exquisite intertwining patterns. The outer walls of the flowerpot were now unrecognizable, covered with overlapping, mottled chop marks, each about an inch deep. The thick stone seams revealed exposed soil, and the fine chop marks also carried a series of spiderweb-like cracks. Only a tender, bare stump of Golden Sparrow remained in the flowerpot.
A series of "crackling" sounds were heard as the marble flowerpot cracked into countless pieces in Richard's hands, suddenly falling apart.
"A Sacrificial Legend is indeed a Sacrificial Legend!" Richard threw a clump of dirt from his hand onto the ground, and meaningfully gave a thumbs up to the chief swan priest.
