Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 461 - 353 Hand of World Destruction

Chapter 461: Chapter 353 Hand of World Destruction

The world was torn apart by a crimson glow.

Siang floated in the fierce wind, laughing aloud,

"Interesting! Interesting! This fight is exhilarating, don’t leave, let’s battle for three hundred more rounds."

On the ground.

Devastation everywhere.

Many buildings had been leveled to the ground.

Many powerful Council members couldn’t withstand the aftermath of the two’s battle and died on the spot.

Bodies were strewn for miles, blood flowed like rivers.

The deep red glow shined incessantly throughout the world.

That was the light emitted by countless Blood Shadows during their attacks.

The giant Mobile Battle Armor stood between heaven and earth, rumbling loudly, continually swinging its fists, knocking the approaching Blood Shadows away.

The elder floated in front of the Battle Armor, his expression grim.

This time, the Council had lost far too many hands.

Even deploying "puppet strings" only managed to barely draw with the opponent.

If the combat power were to be increased further, the power of this Mobile Battle Armor would naturally enhance drastically, but the world could no longer withstand that level of attack.

Siang squinted his eyes and said, "You must be thinking, if the battle level is raised again, this world won’t be able to bear it, right?"

"If I didn’t need to care for the safety of this world, I would have killed you long ago," the elder spat bitterly.

Siang tilted his head, speaking earnestly, "I understand your concerns, but let me tell you—"

"You underestimate me too much."

He whistled.

On the ground, all the Blood Shadows soared into the air, instantly merging into Siang’s body.

Siang clenched his fist, pulling his arm close to his chest, aiming at the giant steel Mecha on the ground.

The fist had not yet struck.

Around him, the Void had already massively shattered.

"How about this punch of mine? I guess you can’t laugh now,"

Siang asked lazily.

The elder’s face changed completely.

"Your strength has increased... many times," he said in disbelief.

"Yes, each Blood Shadow merging into my body increases my strength by ten percent. Now I can easily destroy you and the world behind you. This is the secret of the Phantasmal Demise Form," Siang said proudly.

The elder’s beard and hair bristled, he turned to look at the giant Mobile Battle Armor and couldn’t help but exclaim loudly,

"Damn it, I really don’t know why you insist on opposing the Council!"

Siang paused.

Indeed.

Why indeed?

It seemed his initial purpose was just to chase that kid.

—That kid seemed quite keen on having him fight the Council, so he could fish in troubled waters.

Now that kid was already dead.

Should he continue to act according to his will?

—But this fight was indeed enjoyable.

Siang glanced down at the ground.

This world still stored many valuable materials that could be used to make a puppet body.

If his own body broke, at least he had replacements.

—If the world were destroyed, those materials would be hard to find.

The fight must go on.

The world must remain.

"Hehe, I see you didn’t use your full strength—come on, let’s go to the Dark Void and have a real fight,"

Siang said to the elder across from him.

Once he finished speaking, he opened the Space Barrier first and soared out into the sky.

The elder was momentarily stunned, then overjoyed.

"Once we reach the Dark Void, the ’puppet strings’ can be used without reservations, showing their true power, then I will see how I can kill you!"

He and the giant Mobile Battle Armor behind him also took off into the sky.

The various energy fluctuations in the world gradually subsided.

One after another, shadows quietly appeared.

—Members of the Destruction Council’s elder group!

They were the heads of the families within the Council, the real bigwigs who decided the direction of the Council!

One of the shadows looked up at the sky, snorted, and said in a low voice,

"It’s not that we couldn’t defeat it, but the Council has too many enemies, needing to solve the biggest trouble with the smallest cost."

Many shadows nodded in agreement.

They ignored the countless bodies on the ground, seemingly deeming it an insignificant matter.

The previously speaking shadow spoke again,

"Then, please bring out the Book of the Destruction Laws, let us consult it and swiftly develop the next course of action."

"Indeed."

The shadows chanted spells in unison.

With their chanting, a floating book gradually appeared in the Void.

—The Book of the Destruction Laws!

Under the gaze of the many Council elders, the pages turned, revealing a new command:

"The casualties of the Destruction Council are too numerous."

"Current triggered special task:"

"Fresh blood."

"Task description: Any Council member can fill vacant seats based on their outstanding contributions."

"Task target: All Council members."

...

At the same time.

Underground.

In front of a treasure cache.

Wu Xiaode sliced open the door to the treasure cache and stood at the entrance, couldn’t help but flex his wrists.

The map of the underground routes listed so many family treasuries, and he had already transported most of it, but there were still four remaining.

Today was really a bit tiring.

He sheathed his sword and was about to step into the treasure cache.

Footsteps approached from not far away.

"Hurry! We’re already falling behind, quickly go and grab the treasures of the Shangmo family!"

The footsteps drew nearer.

A group of professionals gradually halted

Their steps.

They evidently saw the treasure cache with its doors wide open.

"Boss, what do we do?" one of the professionals asked.

"Don’t be silly, empty the Sacrifice Family’s treasury first, then go to the Shangmo family!" the leader commanded.

"Yes!"

The group responded thunderously and immediately charged toward the treasury.

Wu Xiaode couldn’t help but sigh.

This door was opened by me—

What you’re doing is blatant robbery!

He placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to strike at any moment.

Just then, another set of footsteps sounded.

—Another group of professionals had also arrived at this secret passage.

Wu Xiaode couldn’t help but facepalm.

The number of people he had to kill just increased, it might be better to let them in.

He sheathed his sword and stepped aside.

"People of the White Ghost family! What are you doing at the Sacrifice Family’s treasury?"

"Hmph, cut the talk. It’s completely destroyed here. Do you want to fight, or do you want to join us and loot together?"

"..."

Two groups of people merged into one, and they began moving the treasures from the vault.

Wu Xiaode waited for a few moments, then stretched lazily and moved behind one group of people, drawing his long sword—

With one strike, he killed the leader of that group.

—This time, not using the Death Flames, so the man’s head shot up to the ceiling, blood splattering everywhere.

After sheathing his sword, he walked out of the treasure vault, pulling out a lollipop and started eating it.

The candy had secretly been placed in his pocket by Christina.

Somehow, he felt a bit like going back.

Wu Xiaode mused as he sucked on his candy.

Noises of uproar and screams were already emerging from inside the treasure vault.

"Damn it! People of the White Ghost family, you actually dared to launch a sneak attack!"

"Go to hell!"

"You stupid fools, you really think we wouldn’t dare to strike!"

Magic boomed incessantly.

Clash of arms.

For quite a while.

The noise gradually subsided.

Wu Xiaode, with the lollipop in his mouth, turned and walked into the treasure vault to take a look.

Most of the people were dead.

Only a few heavily wounded ones remained, lying on the ground unable to get up.

He drew his sword, moved forward, and killed them off, one by one.

"Little Bone."

"Gathering treasures, huh, I’m tired of doing this."

The skeleton dragon flew out, circled around with the Holy Treasure Ring in its mouth.

It cleaned up all the treasures neatly.

"Hang in there, just three more vaults to go; when we get back, I’ll treat you to ice cream,"

Wu Xiaode said.

He turned to leave, then noticed the Book of the Dead silently flipping open, revealing a line of ice crystal letters:

"The book of Destruction Laws is now issuing a mission."

"Would you like to see the related mission?"

"Yes," Wu Xiaode said.

The mission immediately appeared on the page:

"Current special mission triggered: "

"Fresh blood."

"..."

Wu Xiaode quickly read through and asked with his hand on his chin, "What does outstanding contribution mean?"

Another line of small letters appeared:

"Donate wealth."

Wu Xiaode was somewhat speechless.

"The Holy Laws need money, that’s one thing, but why does Destruction also need money?" he couldn’t help asking.

A line of ice crystal letters appeared on the Book of the Dead:

"War is the most expensive."

This statement persuaded Wu Xiaode.

After thinking for a while, he clapped his hands and said, "Then let’s donate an official position."

"Now connecting to the book of Destruction Laws."

"Connection established."

"You can start donating anytime."

The Book of the Dead displayed a list of official positions and their donation requirements.

Wu Xiaode looked closely and realized that the Council’s organizational structure was quite vast, encompassing not just council members, but also various service agencies and management organizations.

In the Council, there were various influential council members as well as title holders.

Those holding titles would possess special powers, which could become effective in certain situations.

In other words—

The Destruction Council was just a small core organization within a larger group.

Wu Xiaode skipped most of the positions, looking straight to the highest one listed.

There it stated a title:

"Title: Hand of World Destruction."

"Donating enough wealth can obtain this title, thus engaging the Destruction Will of the Council’s treasures to wield magic that destroys everything."

"The holder of this title will be the spokesperson of the Destruction Will."

This is good!

Whoever he was up against, if he could call upon the Destruction Will for help, wouldn’t that be effortless?

"I want... this ’Hand of World Destruction’ title,"

Wu Xiaode said.

Immediately, the required amount of wealth appeared behind that title:

"Sixty-three thousand five hundred and thirty tons of golden sand, or equivalent valued treasures."

That much?

Wu Xiaode raised his hand and asked, "Is it enough?"

Telepathy came from the Holy Treasure Ring.

It was enough.

If he didn’t use the collections of the bone dragon, but only those of the Destruction Council’s families, it was just enough.

If he used the collections of the Destruction Council, there would be extra.

"Hold on!"

Wu Xiaode pulled out a blueprint, quickened his steps, and swiftly located the remaining three vaults, completely emptying them of treasures.

—And now he had taken everything!

"Donate!"

He whispered.

Ding—

A soft sound rang out.

The Book of the Dead displayed a line of ice crystal letters:

"You have made a great and outstanding contribution to the Destruction Council."

"From today onward, you are the immensely honored ’Hand of World Destruction’."

"You can activate your title anytime, calling upon the Destruction Will to unleash that unparalleled power to destroy everything before you."

"Note:"

"The next time you call upon the Destruction Will to destroy enemies, you will receive a 30% discount."

Wu Xiaode glanced at it and paid no further attention.

Once was enough!

Next time?

Where would he get another sixty-three thousand five hundred and thirty tons of golden sand next time?

...

On the ground.

The elders of the Destruction Council watched the holographic display in the air.

Various names started appearing on the display.

The Council’s reserve personnel were contributing wealth for an official position, one after another.

Everyone looked at those names, contemplating the families behind them and the influence those families would bring, beginning to consider divisions of power for the future.

Suddenly.

A name popped up, appearing at the top of the display:

"Hand of World Destruction, Arian."

The elders were all momentarily stunned.

—He wasn’t dead yet?