Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 457 - 349: Gift

Chapter 457: Chapter 349: Gift

Sand...sand...

A tall man in black stood on the road ahead.

"Are you here to meet your demise?"

Siang twisted his hands together as if stretching in an unconventional manner.

The tall man’s expression was grave as he solemnly said,

"I possess a ’Destruction’ with the power to annihilate everything."

He raised his hand, and two shimmering points of light continuously wound around it.

In the blink of an eye—

Siang’s figure flashed, snatched something from the tall man’s hands, and then retreated.

It looked as if he had not moved at all.

But those two shimmering spots of light now appeared at his fingertips.

Siang spoke with a judgmental tone,

"The Destruction Council? No, you do not understand the power of ’Destruction’ at all. You are merely fervent devotees of destructive power, to speak the truth—"

"You do not understand ’End’ at all."

He took a deep breath.

The two light points entered his nostrils and disappeared.

"Hmm, delicious!"

Siang commented with surprise.

The man wiped the sweat from his forehead and said in a low voice, "Your Excellency, please wait a moment, I assure you I’ll be right back."

He turned and flew away.

Siang did not stop him but revealed a playful look in his eyes.

The fear of humans fascinated him.

He did not mind making the situation longer and more suspenseful.

After several dozen breaths.

Siang was slightly disappointed and was just about to proceed when—

The tall man returned.

"Oh? True to your word, excellent," Siang said cheerfully.

The tall man said respectfully,

"We all know of your unmatched divine might and dare not resist the slightest. We have prepared some generous gifts, please kindly accept them."

Siang cocked his head, staring at the man, "Every gift in the world has its price."

The tall man bowed deeply and said,

"We sincerely request that you leave this world, as out there across the countless All Worlds, there is an infinity to explore. We hope you will show mercy and spare us."

"Hmm—don’t move yet," Siang said.

The tall man froze and asked, "Do you have any demands or suggestions, Your Excellency?"

"Yes, don’t move," Siang said.

"As you command," the tall man responded.

A crimson beam of light quietly streaked across his neck.

A head fell.

Siang’s face broke into an uncontrollable delight, twisting his body as he walked forward and lifted the head.

"Well-defined, eyes lively, pupils dilated with fear to a classic extent, and the proportions of the head are quite perfect."

"It’s been a long time since I’ve encountered a head worth collecting!"

He admired the head with the eyes of an art connoisseur, stared at it intently for several dozen breaths, then casually threw it into the Void.

The silhouette of Corpse Pile Mountain blinked away momentarily.

The head bounced and jammed into a crevice of the mountain.

Satisfied, Siang staggered forward.

There was a new treasure vault by the roadside.

He stopped, unable to resist chuckling softly,

"I simply love this world too much; you can’t expect to get rid of me that easily."

He rubbed his hands, allowing the fresh blood on them to turn into a cloud of misty blood fog and disperse to each side.

Boom!

The door was blasted open.

Siang jumped in and began searching diligently.

Unfortunately, the materials needed to forge a puppet were not so easy to find.

He managed to gather three-fifths of what he needed.

He must continue searching!

Siang slowly moved along the underground rail tracks.

Wu Xiaode—

Wu Xiaode was always floating above his head.

"Arian?" Qiong couldn’t help but transmit her voice.

"What?" Wu Xiaode responded.

"Earlier... why did that skeletal dragon call you Little Wu?" Qiong stared intently at him, asking through voice transmission.

Wu Xiaode did not look at her, just held her delicate body in his arms and looked down at Siang.

"Oh, I subdued it while impersonating Wu Xiaode. I haven’t yet told it my real identity. It’s not appropriate to tell it outright now; I’ll discuss it slowly with it once we’re safe,"

he transmitted casually.

"I see!" Qiong realized suddenly.

Arian truly could stand on his own.

Even impersonating Wu Xiaode, he managed to subdue a young skeletal dragon.

It had been many years since the Shangmo family had produced such an outstanding young talent.

Together with him, the Shangmo family really had a chance to return to glory!

Qiong continued to snuggle into Wu Xiaode’s arms, pressing tightly against him.

This man was in the same boat as her.

The continuation of the family also depended on him—

Stop!

She had gotten sidetracked!

She should be showing her value.

One shouldn’t rely solely on a man; she also had to offer something he would value.

But what did she have?

Qiong bit her lip, then suddenly said,

"The second intersection ahead and to the left is the Prison Flame family’s treasure vault. The Prison Flame family’s vault is different from other families’; there is a hidden door at the top of the ceiling."

"Oh?" Wu Xiaode said.

"There is nothing in that door, but if you have the corresponding spell, it can lead directly to the Prison Flame family."

Qiong’s face showed a hint of reminiscence as she whispered,

"When my mother was still alive, she told me personally that the spell to open the door is ’Endless worlds, lead me to where the dark flames rise.’"

Wu Xiaode’s expression shifted slightly.

Such a secret matter, being told directly by her, was equivalent to betraying the Prison Flame family.

—In the language of the streets, this was throwing in her lot with him!

"Qiong, you really didn’t need to tell me these things,"

Wu Xiaode said sincerely.

Qiong buried her head in his chest and said softly,

"We are allies standing back to back, aiming to rebuild the Shangmo family together, and the Prison Flame family will be our enemy. It’s better I tell you about them sooner."

"Alright, I understand," Wu Xiaode said.

He held Qiong and followed above Xisuo’s head, continuing forward.

After a while.

The second intersection arrived.

Indeed, there was a treasure vault on the left side of the intersection, marked with the emblem of black flames.

This insignia represents the Prison Flame family.

With a casual wave of his hand, Siang blasted open the great door with a crimson beam of light.

He stepped inside, arms folded, his gaze slowly sweeping over the entire treasury.

"Ah, new loot, always a pleasure," he remarked.

One precious material after another appeared from the golden sand, flying towards him.

——He seemed to possess a certain ability, able to directly locate these materials without needing to know their hiding places in advance.

As Siang was leaving, he looked up at the mid-air.

"There is a door here."

He waved his hand through the air.

Boom.

The door opened.

Inside it was empty.

It looked as though something had been stored there but had now been removed.

Siang glanced at it and then disregarded it.

Wu Xiaode suddenly spoke:

"Qiong."

"I am here," said Qiong.

At that moment, she had realized what he was about to do.

But she did not regret it.

In fact, she was excited by what he intended to do.

All those once unattainable figures from powerful families, all those peers who had given her enough cold stares and scorn.

Those gray times.

The cold everything.

Someone was about to destroy them completely.

——Could this person really dare to do such a thing? How dare he be so insane?

It was incredible.

Every cell in her body was cheering for the madness that was about to come.

She held her breath, her gem-like bright eyes fixed on Wu Xiaode through the fog, seeking that definitive answer.

Wu Xiaode’s gaze flickered with a hint of indifference, as he said softly:

"I might kill everyone in the Prison Flame family, you—"

Qiong’s eyes rolled back almost fainting from excitement.

She bit her lip hard, tasting a mix of rust and sweetness in her mouth, somewhat sobering herself.

Relationships between people often pivot at a certain moment.

Now.

That moment had arrived.

Qiong, leaning close to his ear, whispered softly and feebly:

"The thing I hate most in my life is being betrayed, and now I have no relationship with them anymore."

"My dear, kill them all for me—"

"I will use all my means to thank you."

Wu Xiaode was somewhat surprised.

This woman, aside from other things, indeed had clear loves and hates, qualifying as a true person of the martial world.

She could achieve greatness!

Therefore, Wu Xiaode moved quietly close to that door and said:

"All the endless worlds, take me to the place where the dark flames rise."

The spell took effect!

At this moment, Siang was ready to leave.

He suddenly sensed something, whirled around, soared into the air, and landed on that door.

"Space Magic— It seems to be a hidden place, what could it be?" Siang murmured with interest.

The next second.

Suddenly, many red bricks appeared in the door.

These bricks, as if alive, pushed apart as soon as they appeared, forming two walls and a path.

The path led to an unknown destination.

"Interesting...I have heard that some families are like burrowing moles, always leaving secret doors everywhere,"

Siang gathered the materials and turned to look outside.

"But—"

"Who triggered this secret door?"

"Is it because I found it that it opened?"

Siang pondered with arms folded.

The next moment.

Wu Xiaode suddenly jumped on top of him.

"Ha!"

Siang swung a boundless crimson beam behind him.

Wu Xiaode landed behind him.

"Ha!"

Siang blasted another round above him.

The coordination between man and beast seemed nearly perfect.

"Now I’m reassured. It seems that no one followed me, and this door must have activated when I discovered it."

Siang nodded and patted his chest, indicating he was at ease.

——Big brother, your actions are too exaggerated!

Wu Xiaode silently jumped back onto the top.

"Ha!"

A flash of red light.

He landed again.

"Ha!"

Another flash of red light.

Siang took another shot, then lightly jumped into the hidden door, disappearing with a few flickers.

Only Wu Xiaode was left in the treasury.

After pondering for a few moments, Wu Xiaode suddenly said, "Qiong, you were once the master of the family."

"Yes," Qiong nodded.

"Do you have Siang’s clothes?" asked Wu Xiaode.

"I do, wait—what are you planning to do!"

Qiong stared at him, almost forgetting to breathe.

This man.

Was simply—

Too insane!

Damn, it seemed she had already fallen for him.

Even if he had no power or influence, as long as he could keep bringing this kind of madness, she was willing to do anything for him!

——He was an artist of blood and conspiracy!

Qiong trembled, oblivious to the blood still trickling from the corner of her mouth, just gazing dazedly at Wu Xiaode.

Wu Xiaode finally spoke:

"Those people seemed to say there were substantial gifts—"

"A gift should not be wasted."

"What do you think?"

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