Zhao Gantian was so furious he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood. The Qilin Treasure Vault had been packed with resources; he had meant to use it to make a quick fortune.
Yet some little thief had gotten there first.
"Your Highness, Third Prince, these Seven Martial Kings are utterly rampant! They clearly have no regard for you at all. They even stole the Qilin Ancient Kingdom's treasures—they are truly heinous villains!"
Several prodigies nearby shouted angrily. They had originally thought the princes and princesses would eat the meat while they got to sip some soup, but in the end, they had not even gotten a single hair.
"Barbarian God Continent, Seven Martial Kings Beneath the God..." Zhao Gantian clenched his knuckles until they turned white, cold light flickering in his eyes. "This prince shall not rest until one side is dead!"
Rumble!
On a vine-entangled mountainside, rocks burst apart and dust billowed into the air.
Several figures darted nimbly out of the smoke and dust.
At the front was a beast covered in silvery-white fur, its eyes bright and lively. Beside it followed a gigantic purple python wreathed in crackling lightning.
They were none other than Little White and Long Teng.
Behind them, Wang Chao, Ma Han, Zhang Long, and Zhao Hu followed close behind.
"Success!" Little White grinned, baring its sharp fangs. "The restrictions on this cave abode had a few tricks to them, but what a pity they ran into Lord White!"
It reached a claw into its Treasure Bag, pulled out a hefty gold ingot, then yanked out a piece of beast hide and scribbled a few crooked lines upon it:
"The treasures of this place have been taken by the Seven Martial Kings Beneath the God. One gold ingot in payment..."
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