The top fighters of the Blue Dragon Dynasty either went outside the city to fight or to protect the altar at the top of Saint Mountain . The brilliant and golden palace actually wasn't heavily guarded .
Zhang Ruochen's group was able to sneak in without alerting the native cultivators within the palace .
As a palace, it naturally had many precious treasures . For regular martial artists, any random item was valuable enough for them to live the rest of their lives in comfort .
However, Half-Saints wouldn't care about those items .
Sun Dadi and Sikong One charged toward the inner palace and disappeared . They seemed to really want to capture some concubines and princesses .
"Amitabha!" Sikong Two said . "I will go stop Senior Brother . I can't watch him make a mistake like this . "
He put his hands together solemnly with worry in his eyes .
"Go!" Zhang Ruochen said .
After Sikong Two left, Zhang Ruochen captured a martial general who'd cultivated four dragon shadows . He found out where the national treasury was and hurried over with Murong Yue .
The Saints of the Blue Dragon Dynasty must have taken all the treasures away when they'd left the Blue Dragon Void World . However, many more treasures were produced recently . They must be stored in the treasury still, not taken out of the Blue Dragon Void World .
The treasury was inside the Saint Mountain . It was only a wall away from the palace . There was a very powerful defensive formation outside the treasury . The various levels made it difficult for even a Saint to break through .
Murong Yue followed beside Zhang Ruochen . Staring at the stone gate, she said, "Sect leader, should I test how strong the formation is first?"
Zhang Ruochen grabbed her wrist and pulled her back . "No need to do it forcefully . I have a way . "
With a shake, Zhang Ruochen's features and figure changed drastically . He became a middle-aged man with sallow skin . His shoulders were broad and he radiated with a powerful aura .
He looked identical to Martial Saint Qingkong . Even his temperament and eyes were identical . Opening his arms, strands of Holy Qi surged out of his body . They formed eight huge dragons that radiated with powerful dragon Qi .
Then he strode toward the stone entrance of the treasury .
The guards all knelt down . "Greetings, Martial Saint Qingkong . "
"Open the formation immediately," Zhang Ruochen uttered in a deep voice .
"But…didn't you go outside the city to fight against the demons?" A six-dragon Martial King asked cautiously . "How come you're here at the treasury?"
Zhang Ruochen had an extraordinary temperament . Authoritative aura surged out of him, aweing them . "Do I have to explain myself to you all?"
An eight-dragon Martial Saint was the protector of the Blue Dragon Void World and also the most respected existence . In unusual times like these, they also had the highest authority . No one could go against their wishes .
The guards didn't dare to offend Martial Saint Qingkong and immediately opened the defensive formation .
After entering the formation, Zhang Ruochen stopped and surveyed the surroundings . He quietly released his spatial territory .
Hum .
The space shook violently, making the soldiers bleed from all their pores and collapse onto the ground . Zhang Ruochen controlled his power precisely, so that they'd only fallen unconscious instead of dying .
The six-dragon Martial King didn't faint . His advanced cultivation blocked the spatial attack . He remained standing .
"You…who are you…" He pointed at Zhang Ruochen in fear and retreated hurriedly, wanting to escape .
Whoosh .
Zhang Ruochen rushed out with his fastest speed and punched the man's head . The powerful fist flew out with bolts of lightning and dug into the Martial King's body .
The six-dragon Martial King's vision went black . He fell to the ground with a thud .
"I wonder how many treasures are stored in the Blue Dragon Dynasty's treasury . "
Zhang Ruochen smiled . He took out the Abyss Ancient Sword and sliced down . He opened the stone gate and successfully broke into the treasury .
The treasury reached hundreds of feet into the ground . The inside was vast and open . One could imagine how many treasures were once stored inside .
But now, the treasury was empty . There was nothing there . It had been emptied long ago .
Zhang Ruochen smiled bitterly . "It seems like I'm still late," he muttered to himself .
Suddenly, he felt alarm . There was danger . He used the Spatial Move quickly, crossing hundreds of feet . He reached the edge of the treasury, pressing his back against the cold wall .
Boom!
A ground-shaking explosion came from where he'd been standing . He could vaguely see eight dragon shadows appear and quickly vanish .
The treasury was a completely sealed space . Right now, immense waves of power rolled violently throughout the treasury . They crashed, making the metal walls ring, unable to settle down .
"There's actually an eight-dragon Martial Saint hiding in the treasury . This is interesting . " Zhang Ruochen was both shocked and happy .
Since there was an eight-dragon Martial Saint here, it meant that there were still important treasures here . It hadn't been emptied .
When the power waves settled down, a tall and thin figure was finally shown . This man was Wang Shidao . He was a Martial Saint of the Blue Dragon Void World . He looked ancient with silver hair and a bronze headpiece . However, he didn't act old at all . He looked full of vitality .
With one hand behind his back, Wang Shidao's eyes trained on Zhang Ruochen . "You are not Martial Saint Qingkong," he said coldly . "Who are you?"
"As expected of a Martial Saint," Zhang Ruochen said, chuckling . "You have sharp eyes . "
Wang Shidao scoffed . "Your eight dragons aren't made from the Blue Dragon Void World's divine origin dragon Qi . Instead, it has the aura of Kunlun's Field . It isn't hard for me to see through your disguise . "
Zhang Ruochen shook his body . Crackles and pops sounded and he quickly returned to his original appearance . His eyes fell on Wang Shidao's back with interest .
There was a gold ribbon on Wang Shidao's back . The material was unique, like golden silk or golden liquid laid on silk . It was moving slowly .
"It actually has slight spatial ripples . " Zhang Ruochen was sure that the ribbon was a spatial treasure .
The Blue Dragon Dynasty had a spatial transfer formation and now produced such a spatial treasure . This filled Zhang Ruochen with curiosity . "Where did your golden ribbon come from?" he asked immediately .
Wang Shidao's expression hardened as he grew guarded . "This is the national treasure of the Blue Dragon Void World—Gold Light Ribbon . It's not something a demon like you can dirty . "
"Eighth Dimension Collapse . "
Wang Shidao drew a circle with his hands . Eight black dragons appeared in the center and transformed into eight bolts of lightning, flying toward Zhang Ruochen .
An eight-dragon Martial Saint was extremely strong, but Zhang Ruochen wasn't afraid . He activated all his Holy Qi and slapped his hands forward .
"Dragon and Elephant Divine Furnace . "
As Zhang Ruochen released his palm print, golden flames surged out of his back . It filled the entire treasury .
The entire space turned into a blazing furnace . If a Half-Saint cultivator broke in now, he would be burned to death in the space of a breath .
Kaboom .
The two forces clashed . The powerful shockwave rippled out in all directions .
The four walls of the treasury were all carved with formation runes . They stopped the power . Otherwise, half of Saint Mountain would have collapsed .
The two continued fighting, exchanging dozens of blows . Their tactics were all the strongest ones . Fists and palms interchanged . They fought power with power; they competed over who was stronger .
Half a beat later, the two separated .
Wang Shidao was covered in sweat . He panted for breath . The skin on his fists had broken and blood seeped out . He stared at this outsider in shock . "How could you… You're only a Ninth Level Half-Saint . How can you block my power?"
He was already 300 years old and a Saint with advanced cultivation . His martial techniques had transformed too . However, he was old and his Blood Qi had weakened . His explosive power and endurance both had decreased .
Dozens of strikes later, he became tired . Zhang Ruochen, though, was still full of energy .
He stood up straight before Wang Shidao . "It's impressive for you to take so many of my strikes with your age . "
Wang Shidao didn't feel any glory hearing these words . Instead, it felt like Zhang Ruochen was insulting him . A mere Grade Nine Half-Saint dared to speak to an eight-dragon Martial Saint like this .
Wang Shidao was obviously infuriated . "Kid," he roared . "Do not be arrogant . I will kill you immediately . Demon-Defeating Print Technique!"
Wang Shidao's body swelled . His hands formed a strange print . A wide circle of black light emerged under his feet . Eight dragons curled up within the light with deafening dragon cries .
Wang Shidao's power ripples grew stronger and stronger, creating pressure for Zhang Ruochen .
"Your print can't defeat demons . " Zhang Ruochen's expression was still composed . Instead of retreating, he strode forward . His hands formed a print as he uttered, "Seven-Apertures Blood Palm . "
A blood-red demon with 12 wings gradually stood up before Zhang Ruochen . He was huge with menacing features and shocking evil Qi .
It was the apparition of Pluto .
Kaboom .
Zhang Ruochen sent his palm forward, forming a huge palm print . The blood-red demon also struck with his palm . It crashed against Wang Shidao's Demon-Defeating Print Technique and shattered it instantly .
Spitting out blood, Wang Shidao flew backward and crashed against the steel wall . He slid down like a piece of paper . Only a bloody mark remained .
Zhang Ruochen put his palm print away and walked over to Wang Shidao's side . His saint body was now broken . Half of his skull was missing and the back was completely caved in . Saint blood flowed out without stop .
A moment later, his vitality disappeared completely .
Zhang Ruochen didn't feel regret or excitement at killing a Martial Saint . He looked extraordinarily calm .
Taking the Gold Light Ribbon from Wang Shidao, Zhang Ruochen held it in his hands with a curious expression . "I finally saw another spatial treasure . I wonder what it holds . What kind of special powers does it have?"Please download our sponsor's game to support us!
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