Hand Over Your Mythical Equipment

The Wall of Sighs, Dragon Country War Zone.

After the few surviving Alien Race Lord fled in disarray and disappeared into the depths of the Spatial Abyss, the suffocating atmosphere high in the sky finally began to dissipate.

Li Qingcang exhaled a long breath, and with a flash, he appeared directly in front of the standing Golden Army.

Following closely behind, Yun Ruoxi, Zhang Jingyao, and other Legend the Dragon Country, as well as the Pope of the Flower Flag Country, Odin, the giant of the North Bear Country, and other Legendary Expert from various countries of the Blue Star, all descended and converged in the same direction.

Their gazes were all fixed on the tens of thousands of identical golden figures, their expressions extremely complex.

There was shock, apprehension, and curiosity, but more than anything, there was a cautious, almost ingratiating, scrutiny.

There was no way around it; the power of that attack was simply terrifying.

He instantly killed several Legend and severely injured more than a dozen Lords with Divinity!

Even if these established Legend joined forces, they would find it difficult to achieve such a feat.

But now, a young man, not even Legend, has done it so effortlessly.

On the top of the wall, further away.

Chen Ping'an, Leng Feng, and the others were not qualified to step forward.

They could only watch from afar as those Legend figures, usually elusive and capable of shaking the entire Blue Star with a single stomp of their feet, surrounded the Golden Army like a group of elementary school students, their faces beaming with smiles.

Just then, Li Qingcang, who was surrounded by the Legend, cleared his throat, breaking the somewhat eerie silence.

He glanced around at the smiling faces of the various Legend from different countries, whose eyes darted around nervously, then grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Gentlemen, you played well just now."

Upon hearing this, the smiles on the faces of the Legend from various countries froze for a moment.

Well played?

We fought tooth and nail, risking our lives against those Lords, and your apprentice wiped out all the bosses and our opponents with a single move? You call that a decent fight?

Why do those words sound so harsh?

But no one dared to refute it.

The Pope of the Flower Flag Country was the first to react, immediately adopting a compassionate expression and bowing with his hand on his chest, saying, "Sword God Li, you flatter me. Compared to your country's... this Golden Grim Reaper, everything we have done is but a firefly's light, not worth mentioning."

"That's right, that's right!" Odin, the giant from the North Bear Country, echoed in a booming voice, "If it weren't for this young brother, we'd probably still be fighting those beasts! The Dragon Country has truly nurtured a savior for our Blue Star!"

Others chimed in, showering Li Qingcang with compliments as if they were free, making him feel incredibly pleased.

He enjoyed the flattery for a moment, then waved his hand and said with a "calm" expression, "Alright, alright, we're all doing this to protect Blue Star. We're all family, no need for formalities."

As he spoke, his gaze swept across the crowd, finally settling on the cold and ugly face of the Neon Country Legend, Kujo Houka.

"You all must have acquired quite a few spoils from that battle, right?"

Li Qingcang said with a smile, his tone like that of an elder asking a relative's child for lucky money during Chinese New Year.

"In our Dragon Country, there's an old saying: 'Whoever sees it gets a share.' Everyone saw my apprentice's move just now; it took a considerable amount of energy. Shouldn't we take out this Spoils of War and give it to my apprentice to help him recover?"

Upon hearing this, the expressions on the faces of all the Legend present instantly became fascinating.

While the Alien Race Lord were still reeling from Yang Yu's World-Destroying Strike, they did indeed go all out and managed to loot some valuable items from their Lords.

At the very least, they are all Legendary quality equipment or materials, and some even contain a few drops of incredibly precious Divine Blood!

They risked their lives to get these, and now Li Qingcang wants them to hand them over with just a few words?

On what grounds?

But he only dared to think about it in his mind.

They glanced at Li Qingcang's ambiguous smile, then at the Golden Army behind him that still exuded a terrifying aura, and each of them felt as uncomfortable as if they had swallowed a fly.

Not giving it to me?

Who would dare refuse?

What if they get upset and launch another attack like the one before? Who could withstand that?

"Cough cough..."

The Pope of the Flower Flag Country was the first to react. He coughed and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. He took out a Legendary grade Robe that exuded a strong dark aura and a small crystal bottle containing black blood from his Storage Space.

"What Sword God Li says is true. This is what I just got from that Lich Lord. Consider it... consider it a small token of my appreciation for this young hero."

As he spoke, he reluctantly handed over the items.

With the first person taking the lead, the others could only swallow their anger and suffer in silence.

"This is the Immortal Crown I obtained from that Bone King. It's of Legendary quality. Please accept it, young hero."

"I have a single drop of Abyssal Spider Blood here. Though it's only a drop, its quality is extremely high..."

Legendary Grade Equipment and rare materials that would normally cause countless professional to fight over, were handed over by Legendary Expert with smiles on their faces but their hearts bleeding.

One of Yang Yu's clones stepped forward and, without any hesitation, took everything.

Soon, it was Kujo Houka's turn.

All eyes were on her.

Li Qingcang looked at her and smiled even more broadly.

"Kujo Clan's Little Girl, I saw it clearly just now. When that Alien Races you were fighting died, it dropped a Mythical Rank piece of equipment, right? That light, tsk tsk, it was dazzling even from a distance."

Kujo Houka's face instantly turned ashen.

That was indeed a Mythical Rank piece of equipment! She obtained it from the corpse of that Alien Races race at the cost of severe injuries!

But now...

Looking into Li Qingcang's unyielding gaze, and then at the gloating Legend from various countries around her, a profound sense of humiliation welled up within her.

But in the end, she slowly loosened her Fist.

When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

She could sense that her grandfather, Kujo Ryujin, was dead, and now she was the only Legend left in Nihon.

They simply didn't have the confidence to say no.

So she took out a Strange Longsword from her Storage Space and handed it over.

Please accept this, sir.

Li Qingcang accepted the longsword with satisfaction, and without even glancing at it, tossed it directly to Yang Yu's clone.

That casual gesture made it seem as if he wasn't tossing a Mythical Equipment that would cause countless Legend to fight tooth and nail, but rather a worthless Fire Poker.

This scene once again deeply pierced Kujo Houka's heart.