It was as if an energy ripple erged from the very center of the tunnel, seemingly out of nowhere. However, Yan Xiaobao quickly realized that things weren’t as they appeared. Apart from the ceiling, the explosive energy filled the entire tunnel.
It could be assud that the ripple’s weight caused it to seek the floor, but Yan Xiaobao completely believed that any treasure hidden here would be located in the ceiling’s room, similar to how the last treasure was concealed below the floor.
Yan Xiaobao said nothing. If Xiao Ning had already deduced this location, he chose to keep it to himself. Both of them patiently observed the nurous experts gathered around.
With all the experts scrutinizing the walls, floors, and ceiling while keeping a wary eye on each other, the atmosphere was already tense. No one wanted to be the first to find the treasure, knowing they’d be attacked, yet no one was willing to let soone else claim it either. As a result, everyone remained idle in their positions to so extent.
On the ground, so had tried digging into the floor, but unlike previous attempts in other areas, this ti nothing was revealed. Everyone was eager to start excavating around them, but no one dared to take the risk. If anyone attempted to uncover the treasure, their exposed back would invite inevitable death. Even Saints couldn’t resist if assaulted by a group of Saints.
Observing everyone locked in a stalemate, Yan Xiaobao’s thoughts quickly shifted into motion. He wasn’t willing to give up on the treasure he had waited days to see, yet he wasn’t foolish enough to jump directly into the fray and make himself a target.
He had already used so of Lan Feng’s powers, but he resisted further usage due to their limited supply. Hence, he needed to rely on Xiao Ning and his own strengths to devise a plan.
Lan Feng stayed silent. He understood this treasure wasn’t as crucial as a dicine pill, so he decided to let Yan Xiaobao figure out how to handle this challenge without losing his life. He gave Xiao Ning a subtle smile.
To lure the older male to follow him, Yan Xiaobao left the corridor and returned to a place they had visited earlier. After retreating several tis, the other experts finally couldn’t hear them anymore.
A bit puzzled, Xiao Ning followed the other man, glancing back at the group left behind. Everyone remained on high alert; Yan Xiaobao’s withdrawal hadn’t gone unnoticed. None of the Saints present understood why the two of them had suddenly left, but no one dared chase after them. They all rembered the experts who were beaten back into submission in the tunnel.
Another factor was their confidence in numbers. Seeing Yan Xiaobao retreat with Pang Ning’s massive corpse, everyone understood that soon they’d make their move to claim the treasure. Still, even knowing this, what could they do?
Several of the experts were familiar with Xiao Ning. Many of them hailed from the Sun Kingdom and prided themselves on being as powerful as him—or at least they thought so. What they failed to realize was that Yan Xiaobao and the old man had consud Gold Coins, causing their power to soar to unfathomable heights, rendering them virtually unbeatable as a duo.
"Do you have a plan?" Xiao Ning whispered in a voice so low that only Yan Xiaobao could hear. The question drew a nod from him.
"It’s simple," Yan Xiaobao said with a smile. "All I need to do is break the ceiling. I know where the scenario is; one strike will allow to access and collect everything."
"When I attack and store everything, you’ll protect . Once we seize everything, we’ll make our escape. Even though I don’t want to hurriedly bolt through this tunnel, you and I have spent so much ti observing it that we’re well-acquainted with the traps—their appearances, locations, and inherent danger."
Hearing this, Xiao Ning could only nod. While the experts before them were ignorant about the traps, Yan Xiaobao and Xiao Ning had beco knowledgeable due to their slow progress through the tunnel. They’d had ti to thoroughly familiarize themselves with its layout. Once their plan was agreed upon, they moved into action.
Yan Xiaobao instantly launched himself toward the area with the strongest ripple, pushing his Speed Flow ability to its limit as he leaped into the air. Jin Weiwei gathered around his elbow as he struck upward, shattering the ceiling above them. In a flash, a storage stone appeared in his hand, absorbing every item within reach.
While Yan Xiaobao greedily collected the items, Xiao Ning moved into action. Wu Wei’s powerful fluctuations gathered around him, abruptly erupting outward. A massive barrier sprang up around the two of them, impenetrable to any attack attempts.
The sudden movent shocked everyone present, but their reactions were swift. Despite their initial surprise, these were Holy Level experts. Having undergone countless life-and-death battles, experienced Hell and returned, montary shock could not leave them paralyzed for long. Their assaults rained down on the barrier, but it held firm. It trembled slightly under the onslaught but refused to break.
Seeing this, the faces of all the experts turned grim. How could Xiao Ning’s barrier be this strong? He was nothing more than a Three-star Saint; his barrier seemingly as unyielding as solid rock against the combined force of many experts of his sa rank.
Once Yan Xiaobao had gathered everything, he dropped to the ground. Motioning to Xiao Ning and waving his hand, the barrier continued to shield them. "Ti to run!" he exclaid with a grin. Without waiting for his larger companion, he skillfully darted toward a trap ahead.
Xiao Ning and others trailing behind smiled as they pursued him. Although Xiao Ning also adeptly maneuvered around the traps, the scent of blood and cries from the experts echoed in the tunnel. Yan Xiaobao and Xiao Ning sprinted several kiloters before finally slowing down. They paused once again in front of more traps, their sharp senses alert as they listened to the sounds traveling from the tunnel behind them, searching for additional treasure.
As they continued walking, Yan Xiaobao took out the storage stone from his pocket, absentmindedly browsing its contents. "Mostly weapons and armor," he sighed lightly, slightly disappointed. "They all have inscriptions, so I’d consider them high-end items. Unfortunately, I already have a magnificent weapon, so they’re useless to ," he remarked as Xiao Ning nodded in agreent. Xiao Ning needed no weapons; he forged the tools he required—be it weapons or shields—using his martial power.
"Just split them in half here, and we’ll decide what to do with them later," Xiao Ning called out, tossing a stone toward Yan Xiaobao. "I know how to handle my share," he added. "The materials they’re made from must be top-quality. I bet blacksmiths would pay a steep price just to get their hands on them," Yan Xiaobao chuckled. He had already decided to pass the weapons and armor to Cou Ling. Whether they were reforged or sold didn’t matter to him. No matter how fine these weapons were, they paled in comparison to his Ice Cold Storm Sword.
"Here," Yan Xiaobao said, tossing half the spoils to Xiao Ning, who caught them with a faint smile.
Taking their ti, the two of them resud their search for traces of energy, the scent of pills, or anything valuable—but they discovered nothing. Nearly a day passed before the first batch of experts finally cleared the traps and arrived where the duo had paused.
Unaware of the full extent of Yan Xiaobao’s abilities, the newcors showed no signs of intimidation. Yet as they advanced toward him, Yan Xiaobao didn’t appear fazed by their aggression. Watching them approach, a sinister smile spread across his face, and he began channeling his spiritual energy through specific ridians. The entire tunnel rumbled, and shortly after, large cracks spread across the floor beneath them. Too many people to count—one among the frightened Saints—were swallowed into the enormous fissures that surged through the ground. As the rift engulfed him, the ground rapidly sealed itself, swallowing the expert whole. A fate that ensured he would never see light again.
The experts pursuing the duo were stunned by the sudden burst of power and further shocked to realize their attacker wasn’t a Saint but an Emperor.
Grinning broadly, Yan Xiaobao clenched his fist, and enormous earthen spikes rose from the ground.
The initial assault was a seismic upheaval, shaking the earth, followed by sharpening the terrain into deadly points. Yan Xiaobao had mastered these attacks. While they were barely enough to hold their own against a solitary Saint, if unprepared, they could be fatal. However, the second assault didn’t kill anyone; it rely grazed one of the Saints, leaving them with a bleeding arm.
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