Becoming a Nouveau Riche!

"Rumble!"

A bout of earth-shaking tremors swept through the area. The spot where the treasury had stood moments ago was completely crushed into grains of sand. Whether they were Medicine King Valley disciples or Blood Wolf Bandits martial artists, everyone who had been there was forcibly pressed to death by that palm strike.

In his furious rage, the Blood Lord had no scruples whatsoever. He did not care whether those people were his own. In his eyes, the Medicine King Valley treasury should have been his for the taking—it was his property.

Although he would have had to hand over most of it to the Feather Transformation Church, the portion he could keep for himself would still have been an enormous fortune. That was why he had accepted this mission in the first place. Though it was exceedingly dangerous, the rewards upon success were unimaginable. Back when he had been among the many prodigies of the Feather Transformation Church, he had been utterly unremarkable. Yet now, he had surpassed his peers from those days—not merely because he had experienced far more than they had, but more importantly because the resources he had acquired vastly outstripped theirs.

He had long regarded all of this as his personal forbidden flesh, something no one else was allowed to touch. Now someone had actually gotten there first and stolen it away. How could he not be driven mad with rage?

And judging from his appearance, that person was even one of the Blood Wolf Bandits. That made the Blood Lord's anger rise all the more fiercely. At this point, he could not spare a thought for when the Blood Wolf Bandits had produced such a figure, someone who could actually escape alive from his hands.

His mind was already filled entirely with blazing fury.