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Chapter 1140: Gold Light Ribbon

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?”