“Then I’ll trouble the Heavenly Venerable.”
In truth, when Tuoba Chengan said this, he lacked confidence.
As a Supreme Realm martial cultivator, even if his spirit techniques were inferior to the Blood Mist Heavenly Venerable’s, his perception was still razor-sharp.
He could see that the Sacred Cave Saints were nearing their limit.
If this continued, they would soon die.
Tuoba Chengan didn’t care about their lives. In fact, even if they revealed Asura’s whereabouts, he had no intention of sparing them.
He wouldn’t allow anyone who challenged the Zhutian Sect to live.
His only concern was the treasures from the Demon-Slaying Emperor’s tomb.
Especially after hearing the elders who had obtained those treasures describe their value.
He knew how precious they were.
He feared that if the Sacred Cave Saints died, those treasures would be lost forever.
“Damn it…”
Suddenly, the Sacred Cave Saints, who had lost all strength, began to struggle violently.
The onlookers were puzzled and curious.
Their struggles didn’t seem driven by mere physical pain.
It was as if they were trying to escape or something else was happening.
“Hahaha, Sacred Cave Saints, I told you, I’d find the treasures in your bodies.”
Amid the confusion, the Blood Mist Heavenly Venerable burst into laughter, then waved his arm.
Swish, swish, swish—
Several beams of light shot out from the Saints’ bodies.
They were treasures.
Each one immensely valuable.
Not only were there treasures from the Demon-Slaying Emperor’s tomb, but others as well, equally precious.
The treasures shone with dazzling golden light, like suns.
Most importantly, there were many of them.
The eleven Sacred Cave Saints were like a walking treasure vault.
Their bodies hid countless supreme treasures.
Some treasures’ purposes were unknown.
But their ancient aura and mysterious power made it clear they were extraordinary.
“I’d heard the Sacred Cave Saints had many treasures.”
“I never imagined it was true. Truly eye-opening.”
The previously glum Zhutian Sect members now beamed with joy.
They realized the treasures in the Saints’ bodies might be even more valuable than those in the tomb.
It seemed their earlier loss of treasures to the Saints was a blessing in disguise.
If not for that, the Blood Mist Heavenly Venerable wouldn’t have acted, and they wouldn’t have discovered the treasures hidden within the Saints.
“Let’s be clear: the treasures from the Demon-Slaying Emperor’s tomb belong to your Zhutian Sect.”
“But the treasures in the Sacred Cave Saints’ bodies are mine,” the Blood Mist Heavenly Venerable declared.
Hearing this, the Zhutian Sect members were deeply displeased.
Who were they? They were the Zhutian Sect, the overlords of the Zhutian Star Region.
As overlords, everything belonged to them; no one dared compete.
The Heavenly Venerable’s words were clear: the Saints’ treasures, though numerous, had nothing to do with the Zhutian Sect—they were his.
This was hard for them to accept.
But they’d seen the Heavenly Venerable’s prowess.
He was terrifying, and they knew even their Supreme Elder Tuoba Chengan was likely no match.
So, despite their frustration, they could only endure.
Even their hot-tempered Supreme Elder Tuoba Chengan said nothing.
How could they dare voice dissent?
Swish, swish, swish—
Suddenly, the treasures hovering in the air moved, streaking like meteors toward a distant barrier gate.
Everyone thought the Heavenly Venerable was collecting them.
But they were stunned to see his face turn grim.
“Who dares steal my treasures?” he roared at the barrier gate.
“Steal?”
The Zhutian Sect members realized someone had forcibly taken the treasures.
But who?
Who could snatch them from under the Heavenly Venerable’s nose?
Buzz—
Suddenly, a radiant figure shot out from the barrier gate.
It was vast, holy, and overwhelming.
Its appearance shook everyone, its power so great that even the Zhutian Sect’s elders felt fear.
But the figure didn’t head for the Zhutian Sect members.
Instead, it went straight for the Sacred Cave Saints.
Upon reaching them, it descended, enveloping their bodies.
Then, their bloodied, mangled bodies began to heal. Wounds closed, and even their evaporated and spilled blood returned to their bodies.
The near-dead Saints not only healed but sat up.
They looked as if nothing had happened, not like people who had nearly died.
The Zhutian Sect members were stunned!!!
Even the eleven Saints themselves were bewildered.
“It seems we’ve met our match.”
“Since you’ve obtained the formation power of the Demon-Slaying Emperor’s tomb, why hide? Come out and face me!” the Blood Mist Heavenly Venerable declared.
The Zhutian Sect members understood why the figure was so powerful.
They had also gained the tomb’s formation power.
But who could wield such immense power?
“You can rest assured, today, you’ll all die.”
At that moment, a voice rang out. Hearing it, not only the Saints but the Zhutian Sect members were shaken.
The voice was familiar—it sounded like Asura’s.
As they reeled in shock, a figure stepped out from the barrier gate.
Seeing him, the already grim-faced Zhutian Sect members, especially Tuoba Chengan and Nangong Yifan, looked as if they’d eaten filth.
But in contrast to their dismay, the Sacred Cave Saints were overjoyed, jumping and cheering.
It was Chu Feng.
His body was wrapped in a majestic energy, like armor, cloaking him.
He looked not only holy but supremely imposing, like a king of the heavens and earth.
Even to the naked eye, one could feel how powerful Chu Feng was.
“It’s really him.”
“But isn’t he just a junior?”
“How did a junior gain such immense power?”
The Zhutian Sect members were shocked and terrified, sensing Chu Feng’s overwhelming strength.
But the stronger he was, the worse it was for them.
