The Greedy Vault Spirit let out a shrill scream.
Its connection to the vault world
was completely severed.
Its body, once vast enough to blanket heaven and earth,
shrank
to a mere ten thousand zhang.
But without the Heavenly Pillar to sustain it,
the countless treasures it had devoured
began to spiral out of control as well.
Crack after crack
appeared across the surface of its black-and-gold heart.
The silver-haired youth’s voice
came from within one of those cracks.
“Master!”
“Move!”
Whoosh!
A streak of silver sword light
pierced out from inside the Greedy Vault Spirit.
Covered in black blood,
the silver-haired youth clutched the New Son of Heaven Sword in both hands,
forcibly cleaving through the heart’s flesh
and bursting free.
Between his teeth,
he still held a chunk of golden heart-flesh.
[The New Son of Heaven Sword has devoured Xuanming’s remaining greed!]
[Rank among cursed artifacts increased!]
[Current Rank: Seventy-Four!]
[Its power at the eighth realm has been enhanced!]
The silver-haired youth burst into laughter.
“It’s full of treasures in there!”
“I ate three eighth-realm materials!”
Wang Hao looked at him.
“Using state assets without authorization.”
The smile vanished from the silver-haired youth’s face.
“Master.”
“Let’s fight first.”
“We can settle the accounts later.”
The Greedy Vault Spirit went utterly mad.
“Mine!”
“All the treasures are mine!”
“No one gets to take them away!”
Its twenty-four mouths
swelled at once.
The countless treasures within its body
began to emanate destructive auras.
The Dragon-Slayer’s expression changed.
“It’s going to self-destruct the vault!”
At the edge of the vault world,
vast stretches of space were already collapsing.
Countless treasures
were being swept into cracks in the void.
Wang Hao’s gaze turned cold.
“What belongs to me
must not be short by a single piece.”
He took one step forward.
The River of Imperial Dao
spread across the entire vault.
The aspirations of nearly a billion people
trembled in unison at that instant.
Heaven-Imprisoning, Earth-Overturning Palm.
First Palm!
A golden handprint
struck the surface of the Greedy Vault Spirit.
Its swelling body
suddenly halted.
Second Palm!
Three of its twenty-four enormous mouths
were smashed apart.
Third Palm!
The black-and-gold heart collapsed inward.
Fourth Palm!
Immortal-cursed blood rained down in torrents.
Fifth Palm!
The restless treasures within the Greedy Vault Spirit
were forcibly suppressed.
Sixth Palm!
The entire vault world
stopped collapsing.
As the seventh palm descended,
fear appeared simultaneously
on all twenty-four faces of the Greedy Vault Spirit.
“You can’t kill me!”
“I am the heart of the vault!”
“If I die,
all the treasures will be destroyed with me!”
Wang Hao said,
“You think you’re worth far more than you are.”
Eighth Palm!
The black-and-gold heart was compressed
to a hundred zhang in size.
Then came the final palm.
It rose from the River of Imperial Dao.
Within that hand
were the mountains and rivers of the Nine Provinces,
the lights of hundreds of millions of homes,
Uncle Shi, dead amid a sea of corpses,
and the countless worlds that Xuanming had once devoured.
Wang Hao’s imperial soul raised its right hand
and slowly pressed down.
“Ninth Palm.”
“Heaven-Imprisoning.”
“Earth-Overturning.”
Boom!
The golden giant palm closed.
The Greedy Vault Spirit’s scream
came to an abrupt end.
The hundred-zhang heart
was forcibly compressed into a black-and-gold orb the size of a fist.
Within the orb,
twenty-four faces
still struggled madly.
Wang Hao sealed the orb into the first level of the Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Tower.
“Lock it up for now.”
“Let the Ministry of Revenue finish its audit.”
“Then we’ll decide how to deal with it.”
The Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Tower trembled lightly,
signaling its understanding.
With the Greedy Vault Spirit gone,
the treasures it had swallowed
fell from the sky once more.
Spirit stones piled into mountains.
Divine weapons rained down.
Materials carpeted the vault.
Standing amid the heaps of treasure,
the silver-haired youth trembled all over.
“Master.”
“So much money.”
Wang Hao swept his gaze across the entire secret vault.
“It isn’t money.”
“Then what is it?”
“The treasury.”
The silver-haired youth fell silent.
He suddenly had a feeling
that he might not get anything at all.
Outside the secret vault,
one enormous warship after another
began to materialize from the void.
The black banners of the Wusheng Alliance
covered the starry sky.
Reinforcements from the Wusheng Alliance
had arrived.
The Wusheng Alliance fleet
sealed off the Twenty-Four Heart Gates.
A full three hundred black-gold warships
formed up across the void.
Every warship
was equipped with a God-Slaying Cannon
powerful enough to obliterate a Martial God of the Eighth Realm.
At the center of the three hundred warships
floated a golden palace.
Beneath the palace
hung the corpses of nine Martial Gods.
Their blood and qi burned,
together carrying the palace forward.
A pressure belonging to a late-stage Martial God
emanated from within the golden palace.
When Lu Qianjin saw the palace,
wild joy appeared on his face.
“Third Vice Alliance Leader!”
“Lord of Wealth is here!”
The young man from the Star-Severing Hall paled.
The old woman from Hundred Burial Mountain
turned and rushed deeper into the secret vault,
hoping to find another exit.
But the three hundred warships
had already sealed the void with their formation.
Let alone an early-stage Martial God—
even a late-stage Martial God
would have to pay a heavy price
to force a way out.
The golden palace doors opened.
A middle-aged man dressed in a multicolored robe
slowly walked out.
His body was extremely tall,
but he had no head.
Floating above his neck
was a golden copper coin.
The front of the coin bore the word <i>Buy</i>.
The back bore the word <i>Sell</i>.
The pressure of a late-stage Martial God
radiated from that coin.
Behind Lord of Wealth
stood four Martial Gods—
two at the early stage
and two at the middle stage.
Together with the three hundred warships,
the Wusheng Alliance had practically deployed
every bit of its strength near the Sea of Corpses.
Lord of Wealth glanced at the shattered golden vessel,
then looked at Lu Qianjin’s severed arm.
“Ku He is dead.”
“The Alliance’s vessel has been destroyed.”
“And you still have the nerve to remain alive?”
Lu Qianjin knelt in the void.
“Vice Alliance Leader!”
“The third secret vault of Xuanming has been opened!”
“Immortal bones.”
“Treasure.”
“It’s all inside!”
The golden copper coin floating above Lord of Wealth’s neck
turned toward the Twenty-Four Heart Gates.
The square hole at the center of the coin
erupted with blinding light.
The entire secret vault
was illuminated.
Mountains of spirit stones.
Tens of thousands of precious materials
from the higher realms.
Ancient divine weapons,
each radiating an archaic aura.
And the Greedy Vault Spirit,
sealed inside the Thunder Abyss Suppression Demon Tower.
Lord of Wealth fell silent for a moment.
Then the copper coin’s rotation
suddenly accelerated.
“Excellent.”
“With this batch of treasures,
the Wusheng Alliance
can create three more late-stage Martial Gods.”
He took a step forward.
His voice carried into the secret vault.
“Those inside, listen carefully.”
“Lay down all your storage artifacts.”
“Seal your own blood and qi.”
“Then walk out of the secret vault.”
“This seat will kill only the chief culprit.”
“The rest of you will not be implicated.”
The silver-haired youth stood atop the mountain of treasures
and asked in a small voice,
“Master,
who is the chief culprit?”
Wang Hao replied,
“It should be you.”
The silver-haired youth’s eyes widened.
“Why me?”
“Because you look the most vicious.”
The silver-haired youth touched his face.
He thought he looked rather handsome.
What part of him was vicious?
Wang Hao’s Imperial Soul moved forward
and walked out through the Twenty-Four Heart Gates.
He still had no arms.
His physical body had also completely lost sensation.
After one battle after another,
his Imperial Soul had become nearly transparent.
Yet when he stood before the three hundred warships,
the four Martial Gods behind Lord of Wealth
all grew solemn at once.
They could not see through Wang Hao.
It was not because Wang Hao’s aura was too powerful.
It was because his injuries were too severe.
So severe that, by all reason,
he should have died a dozen times over.
A man who should have been dead,
yet refused to die,
was often more dangerous than a warrior at the height of his strength.
Lord of Wealth spoke.
“Ku He.”
“Did you kill him?”
Wang Hao nodded.
“Lu Qianjin’s arm.”
“Did you cut it off as well?”
“No.”
Lu Qianjin hurriedly said,
“A monster from the secret vault swallowed it!”
Lord of Wealth said coldly,
“No matter what,
this happened because of you.”
Wang Hao replied,
“Then let Us ask you something as well.”
“Speak.”
“You brought so many people here
to plunder the Great Xia treasury.
Who gave you the nerve?”
The starry sky fell silent for a moment.
The coin hanging at Lord of Wealth’s neck
slowly stopped spinning.
“This is the territory of the Wusheng Merchant Alliance.
“The Xuanming Secret Vault
naturally belongs to the Alliance.”
Wang Hao asked again,
“Do you have a deed?”
Lord of Wealth clearly had not expected
Wang Hao to ask that.
“What deed?”
“Something proving that this stretch of starry sky belongs to you.”
“No.”
“Then it is ownerless land.”
Lord of Wealth sneered.
“Ownerless land—
the strong decide who owns it.”
Wang Hao nodded.
“Ku He said the same thing.”
The character for “buy” on Lord of Wealth’s coin
slowly turned blood-red.
“I am not Ku He.”
“Indeed,” Wang Hao said.
“He was less talkative than you.”
The silver-haired youth poked his head out from the secret vault
and quietly reminded him,
“Master,
you were the one who did not let him finish speaking.”
Wang Hao ignored him.
Behind Lord of Wealth,
a mid-stage Martial God expert stepped forward.
“Vice Alliance Lord,
why waste words on a man about to die?
Just kill him.”
He raised his right hand.
A black war spear
emerged from the void.
Tens of thousands of vengeful souls
coiled around its surface.
Every soul
belonged to a fallen martial artist.
The black war spear locked onto Wang Hao’s imperial soul
and shot forward.
Boom!
Wherever the spear passed,
space collapsed inch by inch.
Wang Hao did not evade.
The Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Tower
rose behind him.
Its nine-tiered body
expanded against the wind.
Within the gate of the ninth floor,
purple light flared.
The mid-stage Martial God expert’s
pupils suddenly contracted.
An indescribable sense of deadly peril
engulfed his entire body.
“Come back!” Lord of Wealth roared.
But it was already too late.
The gate of the ninth floor
burst open.
An enormous dragon’s head
extended from within the tower.
Its purple scales
were like towering mountains of thunder.
Its two horns
pierced the void.
The purple thunder dragon opened its jaws
and let out a roar that shook the sea of stars.
Roar!
Boundless lightning
instantly engulfed the black war spear.
Tens of thousands of vengeful souls
turned to ash at once.
The mid-stage Martial God expert turned and fled.
The purple thunder dragon spanned a hundred thousand li
and swallowed him in a single bite.
His Martial God manifestation had only just emerged
before it was torn apart by lightning.
Boom!
The purple dragon crashed into the Merchant Alliance fleet.
Wherever it passed,
black-gold warships
exploded one after another.
Thirty ships.
Fifty ships.
A hundred ships!
The formation formed by three hundred warships
was brutally pierced by the purple thunder dragon.
Tens of thousands of Wusheng Merchant Alliance warriors
were reduced to charred corpses amid the lightning.
Lord of Wealth roared in fury.
The golden coin rapidly enlarged,
blocking the purple thunder dragon’s path.
“Buy the Heavens!”
“Sell the Earth!”
“All things may be traded!”
Golden light erupted simultaneously
from both sides of the coin.
The purple thunder dragon crashed into the golden coin.
The entire starry sky
instantly fell silent.
The next moment,
a ring of devastating shockwaves
spread in all directions.
Countless fragments of stars
were shattered into dust.
Two hundred warships remained.
Then dozens more shattered.
Lord of Wealth staggered back nine steps.
With every step he took,
the void beneath his feet exploded.
A distinct crack appeared
on the surface of the golden coin.
He raised his head toward the Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Tower.
For the first time, his voice wavered.
“Ranked fifty-sixth among cursed artifacts.”
“The Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Tower!”
Wang Hao said,
“You’ve got a good eye.”
Lord of Wealth stared at the gate to the ninth floor.
Inside it,
the violet lightning had already dimmed.
The one hundred and eight ownerless heavenly tribulations it had just absorbed
were only enough to condense one full-force attack at the Ninth Realm.
Now that the violet lightning dragon had dispersed,
the Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Tower
had fallen silent once more.
Lord of Wealth had clearly seen through this as well.
“So there was only one strike.”
Wang Hao said,
“You can guess.”
Lord of Wealth narrowed his eyes.
“Guess what?”
“Whether there’s
a second one inside
the ninth floor.”
Lord of Wealth fell silent.
Behind Wang Hao,
the silver-haired youth was silent as well.
He knew perfectly well.
There wasn’t one.
Not a single one.
Yet his master’s expression
was far too calm.
So calm that even he
began to wonder
whether the Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Tower had secretly hidden another one.
The remaining three Martial Gods
did not dare advance rashly.
The coin hanging around Lord of Wealth’s neck
began spinning again.
He had lived for nearly two thousand years
and encountered countless enemies.
Some were arrogant.
Some were cautious.
Some feared no death.
But he had never seen anyone like Wang Hao.
Clearly down to his last breath,
yet daring to stand before hundreds of warships.
Clearly with all his trump cards exhausted,
yet making others feel
as though he still had ten more in reserve.
Lord of Wealth said coldly,
“Even if you have a second strike,
you still can’t kill all of us.”
Wang Hao said,
“As long as it can kill you, that’s enough.”
Lord of Wealth’s coin abruptly stopped spinning.
“You can try.”
Wang Hao looked toward the Dragon-Slayer.
“Senior.”
“Borrowing a sword?”
The Dragon-Slayer, carrying a mast with one side sheared off over his shoulder,
slowly emerged from the hidden treasury.
“No money.”
“You can buy on credit.”
“What’s the interest?”
“Thirty percent a year.”
The Dragon-Slayer turned and started to leave.
“This old man will stick with the wood, then.”
Wang Hao said,
“This strike
comes with no sword-borrowing fee.”
The Dragon-Slayer stopped.
“Truly?”
“A ruler does not jest.”
The silver-haired youth looked wary.
“Master.”
“You’re planning to lend me out.”
“Did you ask me first?”
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s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
