The Terror of the Treasure

The Golden Robed Man's expression shifted slightly, yet he allowed the lightning chains to bind him. A flash of golden radiance gleamed above his head, and a dazzling golden scimitar slowly rose into the air.

Strands of lightning radiated from the entire scimitar. Kui Ox divine patterns were carved along its edge, while a golden pearl was embedded in its hilt—a crystallization of laws and will made highly tangible, emanating an exceptionally brilliant glow.

The next instant, Zhao Sheng appeared out of thin air above the Golden Robed Man. His right fist carried rolling wind and thunder as it crashed down at him.

Yet at that moment, a sudden change erupted! A streak of golden light shot straight at his face, faster than lightning—so fast that he could barely react.

"Not good!" Zhao Sheng abruptly awoke, instantly realizing he had fallen into a trap. His right fist immediately opened into a palm and slapped toward that golden light.

Clang! Clang! Clang! A string of metallic collisions exploded in an instant. Flesh flew from Zhao Sheng's right palm, and his entire hand was suddenly severed at the wrist. Countless arcs of golden electricity darted and flickered around the wound, spreading up his arm.

In that instant, the Golden Scimitar split into countless dense streaks of golden lightning. They whirled around Zhao Sheng's body, wildly chopping and darting about like a golden tempest cutting everything to pieces.

At some point, Zhao Sheng's Primordial Spirit Dharma Body had become entangled by streak after streak of golden lightning. Countless sharp and numbing fluctuations invaded his Primordial Spirit, seeping toward his three souls and seven spirits.

"Hehehe! A Spirit Transformation brat who has not even forged Golden Muscle Jade Bone dares to spout such wild words before me? Truly, the ignorant know no fear! Everything