This Treasure Is...

"Hmm? You're the one who has a treasure to present to me?"

Watching the mysterious Black Hooded Hat Man being led into the hall by Barbarian soldiers, A Yanda's brows furrowed slightly as he asked.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Beneath the black robe, Gu Han answered in a deep voice.

"Oh? What treasure is it? Bring it forth at once for me to see!"

Seeing how calm and composed this black-robed man was, A Yanda could not help but feel a spark of curiosity.

After all, in the past, which ordinary person did not tremble in fear upon seeing him, terrified of angering him with the slightest misstep?

Yet this black-robed man was so unruffled. He was either mad, or he truly possessed some priceless treasure!

At that thought, everyone else also turned their curious eyes toward the black-robed man in the center of the hall.

"Fine! Since Your Majesty has commanded it, I shall show you the treasure at once. This treasure is, is..."

Under the curious gazes of the Barbarians, Gu Han suddenly fell silent. He reached up, removed the hat from his head, and hurled it with all his might toward A Yanda in the middle of the hall.

Then, the terrifying power within his body, like that of a colossal dragon, erupted with a thunderous roar as he declared loudly:

"It is Salachi's dog head!"

BOOM!

As Gu Han's words fell, an earth-shaking explosion rang out through the hall. The ground beneath his feet instantly cracked apart. His formerly loose, slack body now seemed like a divine dragon awakening, rampaging across heaven and earth as he shot like an arrow toward Salachi in the hall at an incomparably terrifying speed.

"Your Majesty, save me!"

Seeing the terrifying Black Robe Monk suddenly rushing at him, Salachi was frightened out of his wits and repeatedly cried out to A Yanda for help.

This black-robed man's aura was simply too powerful. He did not seem much weaker even than A Yanda, the Barbarian King. If Salachi faced him head-on, he feared he would not even be able to withstand a single move.

"Stop him! Stop him for me!"

Seeing Gu Han suddenly make his move, A Yanda was both shocked and enraged. He roared orders at the others while Inner Qi surged through his hand, which he swung fiercely at the hat flying like a cannonball.

This black-robed man's strength was too terrifying. The hat he had thrown was even more ferocious than explosives. If A Yanda took that blow head-on in order to save Salachi, even if it did not kill him, he would be grievously wounded. Then he would be in danger. Thus, no matter how much he wanted to save Salachi, he would never place himself in peril. He could only order others to act.

"Stinking monk, stop!"

"Little bastard, don't harm Chief Salachi!"

Hearing the Barbarian King A Yanda's command, although the Barbarian Chieftains in the hall were unwilling to fight this terrifying monk, they had no choice but to obey. One after another, they charged at Gu Han.

Yet when Gu Han saw the Barbarian Chieftains attacking him, he ignored them outright. He merely stared fixedly at Salachi—the man with flaming red hair, a body as burly as a bear, yet eyes that looked at him in terror like those of a sheep. His heart was filled with icy killing intent.

"Die!"

Gu Han gave a soft shout. His five fingers clenched into a fist, and as he threw his punch, boundless force instantly tore through the air as though shattering the sound barrier, carrying incomparably terrifying momentum toward Salachi's face.

"Ah! You want to kill me? It won't be that easy!"

Seeing that no one could come to his rescue in time, Salachi seemed to unleash all the potential in his body at that moment. He raised both hands, Inner Qi raging from his palms as he shoved fiercely at Gu Han's fist with the force of mountains collapsing and seas overturning.

BANG!

Under Gu Han's cold gaze and Salachi's frenzied expression, Gu Han's fist met Salachi's two palms.

The instant they came into contact, Gu Han's overwhelmingly powerful strength erupted. Like a sledgehammer smashing glass, it effortlessly shattered Salachi's Inner Qi before crashing heavily into his fleshy palms.

"Ah!"

Amid a teeth-grinding crack of bones, Salachi let out a miserable scream. Under Gu Han's iron fist, the bones in both his hands shattered inch by inch, drooping like two dead snakes as he wailed in agony.

But his screams did not last long, because in the next instant, Gu Han's fist struck directly into his face.

Crack!

The sound of bones breaking rang out once more. How great was Gu Han's strength? It likely exceeded a hundred thousand jin.

With such a terrifying punch, let alone a flesh-and-blood body like Salachi's, even an iron man forged from refined steel would have been smashed to pulp.

Although Gu Han's fist had just been blocked by Salachi, its remaining force was still enough to shatter Salachi's head.

Splash!

As Gu Han's punch landed, the entire hall seemed to have opened a dye shop—red, white, black, and purple splattered everywhere.

Where Chief Salachi had once been seated, there was no trace of him left. Only a headless corpse remained, which, after losing the support of its strength, crashed down with a bang onto the floor.

"Chief Salachi!"

Seeing Salachi, who had just been laughing heartily and receiving praise from the Barbarian King A Yanda, reduced to such a miserable state—his life taken in an instant by the Black Robe Monk in the hall, not even leaving a complete corpse—the chieftains who had been charging toward Gu Han all revealed looks of horror. They rapidly retreated as though they had encountered some primordial savage beast, staring at him in terror.

"Beast!"

In the center of the hall, Inner Qi burst from A Yanda's hand as he shattered the hat Gu Han had thrown with a single palm strike. Rage surged to the heavens in his eyes, his beard and hair bristling as he unleashed a terrifying killing intent.

How many years had it been? How many years had it been since someone had dared to be so insolent before him? He remembered the last time someone had been this arrogant before him was fifteen years ago, when he had just declared that he would unite the Barbarian Tribe and demanded that the other tribes acknowledge him as their lord.

Back then, the chieftain of the strongest among the Barbarian Tribe's hundred great tribes had refused to submit and contradicted him. In the end, A Yanda had easily taken his head.

And now, fifteen years later, someone still dared to act so wantonly before him, daring to assassinate a Barbarian Chieftain during the Barbarian Tribe's victory banquet. Truly...

"Courting death!"

A Yanda's rage reached its peak. In the next instant, he struck out with hatred. The terrifying Inner Qi in his body, far surpassing Great Accomplishment of Internal Qi, erupted thunderously as he smashed a fist toward Gu Han, like an enraged divine being from ancient myths and legends seeking to smash heaven and earth apart with one punch.

"Excellent!"

Instead of being alarmed at A Yanda's attack, Gu Han was delighted. His body thrummed with eagerness as his blood and qi likewise erupted.

Ever since breaking through to Organ Refining and reaching minor accomplishment in Blood Tempering today, he only knew that his strength should have improved tremendously. But he did not know exactly how he compared to A Yanda, the Barbarian King. After all, he had never seen A Yanda fight, so he had guessed that he might be stronger than A Yanda—or perhaps weaker.

But today was the perfect chance to test it!