With the sound of heaven and earth collapsing, the ground of the main hall sank, creating a huge pit about ten ters in length and width, and over ten ters deep.
Around the pit, there were visible walls with lights, indicating the location of the underground treasure vault.
The fallen soil, stones, as well as the bronze Nine Dragons, along with Wu Boqing and the six Martial Saints protecting the nation, all fell to the ground of the giant pit.
Yun ng Ancestor stood above the pit, looking down into it, with a proud expression on his face: "Others want to enter the treasure vault, they can only use a key to open it. But for , that is unnecessary. I only need my fists to open the treasure vault."
Down in the pit, Wu Boqing and the four nation's Martial Saints, although filled with hatred towards Yun ng Ancestor, were still shocked that Yun ng Ancestor could collapse the ground of the main hall, revealing the underground treasure vault directly.
The power of sixth-layer strength of the Martial Saint was absolutely incomparable to their strength.
Although the power was not as great as that of the Ninth Layer of the Martial Saint, which could punch through a mountain, being able to punch open an underground treasure vault was already enough to be shocking.
Swish.
Yun ng Ancestor leaped down, like a big bird, flying to the bottom of the pit.
After descending into the pit, Yun ng Ancestor paid no attention to Wu Boqing and the others who were already seriously injured, but instead started searching the pit.
Although a third of the pit was piled with fallen soil, the rest was not buried.
Thus, visible on the ground were ancient vases, jade artifacts, gold and silver jewelry, and various treasures scattered due to the collapse.
However, Yun ng Ancestor showed no interest in these treasures; he was searching for the War God Blade.
Suddenly, while searching everywhere, Yun ng Ancestor's gaze stopped at a certain place and couldn't move away.
His gaze fell upon a spot in the east of the pit where a warrior statue standing like it wore ancient armor and helt, covered in dust, stood before a wall.
The armored warrior statue was standing on a stone pedestal, tall and majestic, although covered with much soil, it still exuded a sense of commanding presence.
Of course, these were not the most important in Yun ng Ancestor's eyes. The most crucial was that the armored warrior statue held a curved saber in its hands forward.
Although the curved saber and the armored warrior statue were covered in dust, to Yun ng Ancestor, it was like a rare treasure.
With an uncontrollable joyful expression in his eyes, Yun ng Ancestor waved his hand, causing a powerful gust of Inner Qi wind to sweep over the armored warrior statue.
Once the dust was blown off, the warrior statue clad in golden armor was revealed, not only wearing a gold mask but also golden-threaded gloves.
The warrior statue stood with its eyes closed, holding a curved saber, shaped like a crescent moon, about one ter long.
The whole curved saber was sheathed in a cover, appearing very antiquated.
"Is this the War God Blade?" Yun ng Ancestor murmured, slightly excited.
Then, Yun ng Ancestor walked towards the armored warrior statue.
Once in front of the armored warrior statue, Yun ng Ancestor reached for the curved saber in the warrior statue's hands.
As his hands almost touched the saber, the eyes of the unmoved warrior statue unexpectedly opened, emitting a fierce glare, as though the armored warrior suddenly ca to life.
Swish, in the next mont, the golden-armored warrior statue withdrew the curved saber with one hand, and with the other hand ford a fist, boom, erupting an astonishing Martial Saint aura, striking towards Yun ng Ancestor.
Yun ng Ancestor clearly did not expect the armored warrior to be alive, and his attention was entirely on the curved saber in the warrior's hands, thus the armored warrior suddenly launched an attack.
Causing him to be sowhat caught off guard, hastily using his palm to counter.
Their fist and palm clashed, unleashing a horror-inducing energy wave, each of them stepping back several ters.
Yun ng Ancestor appeared furious, looking at the golden-armored warrior: "Who are you?"
With a voice of coldness, the gold-masked warrior said: "I am the Sword Guardian Martial Saint. You enter the Kyoto Treasure Vault wanting to steal the saber, with , the Sword Guardian Martial Saint present, you can forget about succeeding!"
"Hahaha... Sword Guardian Martial Saint? This War God Blade originally belonged to Yun ng Ancestor Tie Muzhen, conquering the world. Only Yun ng descendants are worthy to possess this saber, Huaxia People have no right to obtain it. Today, I will take the War God Blade back to Yun ng." Yun ng Ancestor's eyes blazed, exuding an aura of murderous intent.
"Earlier, I was only caught off guard by your sneak attack. This ti, I will show you my power."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yun ng Ancestor attacked, Martial Saint aura like a storm of thunder, aiming at the armored warrior.
The Sword Guardian Martial Saint showed no sign of dodging, throwing out a palm.
Once again, their forces collided, and the terrifying power exploded. Amidst the crackling sounds, the helt on the Sword Guardian Martial Saint's head, the tal mask on the face, and the armor on the body, all shattered into pieces flying away.
With the armor breaking apart, the Sword Guardian Martial Saint's true appearance was revealed: a figure with white hair ashen, eyebrows like swords, and bright eyes, clad in a black samurai outfit.
Yun ng Ancestor and the golden-armored warrior opposing palms, engaging in a power struggle.
The elder warrior's face showed strain, complexion turning red, forehead sweating profusely.
Compared to the elder warrior who appeared extrely struggling and hard to bear, Yun ng Ancestor remained composed, not showing any sign of strain.
"Hehe, only having the strength of the Fifth Layer of Martial Saint, and you dare resist ? Out of my way!" Yun ng Ancestor coldly shouted, followed by a trendous increase in Martial Saint aura enveloping, erupting with overwhelming force.
Boom.
Under the explosion of terrifying power, the Sword Guardian Martial Saint's white hair fluttered, red complexion seeming extrely pained, finally appearing overwheld by the energy flow rushing from Yun ng Ancestor's palm, as though about to engulf him.
Then, the Sword Guardian Martial Saint was instantly sent flying by this horrific power.
Bam.
The Sword Guardian Martial Saint's body slamd hard against the wall.
The elder dropped from the wall onto the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Yun ng Ancestor's strike injured the Sword Guardian Martial Saint.
"Hand over the War God Blade to !" Yun ng Ancestor approached the Sword Guardian Martial Saint, pressuring him.
Though injured, the Sword Guardian Martial Saint's eyes remained resistant, gritting his teeth to say: "As long as I'm alive the saber stays. Great Yuan has been non-existent for over a thousand years. The War God Blade is no longer your treasure and now belongs to Huaxia, impermissible for foreigners to touch."
"Hmph! Even if Great Yuan vanished a millennium ago, even if this saber isn't my family's treasure, today I will absolutely obtain it." Yun ng Ancestor's gaze flickered greedily and ruthlessly.
Click.
At that mont, the Sword Guardian Martial Saint swiftly drew the War God Blade from its sheath.
It was a crescent silver-light curved saber, sharp and exposed.
Upon seeing the sharp-exposed War God Blade, Yun ng Ancestor's eyes lit up. He also perceived it as a rare blade, calmly saying: "You wish to use the War God Blade to battle ?"
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