Zhang Qi began to feel puzzled, but very quickly, the thought that an opportunity lost would never come again shot into his mind.
What if his luck really had exploded through the roof?
He had come here in the first place to search for treasure. Now that the chance was laid out right before his eyes, how could he miss it?
One had to know that although he currently held the initiative, his lead was not large. A mighty being of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage could arrive here at any moment.
Wealth and honor were sought amid danger!
That thought leaped into his mind once again.
Zhang Qi drew a deep breath, and the light in his eyes turned incomparably firm. Then he no longer hesitated. Green radiance rose all over his body, and he flew toward the treasure ahead.
A distance of several hundred zhang passed in the blink of an eye.
Once he arrived nearby, the brilliance no longer had a blocking effect, and he could see it even more clearly.
It was a treasure with a peculiar shape.
Like a saber, yet not a saber; like a sword, yet not a sword.
To call it a saber, it was rather too narrow; to call it a sword, only one side had an edge, and it curved in a long, slender arc. Bloody light kept flowing across its surface.
Baleful aura radiated from the surface of this treasure, and blood-colored runes surged faintly in and out of sight.
All of a sudden, Zhang Qi felt it looked somewhat familiar, as if he had once seen this treasure before... no, as if he had heard legends related to it.
But in that urgent moment, he could not recall them.
There was no time to think, because a cry of