At the end of the tunnel stood a massive iron door made of titanium alloy. It was five meters tall and incredibly heavy. Even hundreds of tons of explosives probably wouldn't be enough to blast it open.
A high-tech lock had been installed beside it. It seemed to require retinal and fingerprint scans to unlock.
Xia Ping immediately dragged over the corpse of Kou Gao, the leader of the Wind-Chasing Thieves, and held it up in front of the door for authentication.
A mechanical voice came from the door: "Retinal scan successful. Fingerprint scan successful. The master, Kou Gao, has been confirmed. The door will now open."
With a beep, the door slowly swung open, revealing a vast stone chamber.
The chamber was packed with treasures. Countless pills and spirit medicines were piled on the left, weapons on the right, and martial arts manuals filled the bookshelves in front.
There were even several red wooden chests filled with gold, silver, and other valuables.
A rough estimate put the value of these treasures alone at no less than forty or fifty billion Federal Coins.
And over the past dozen years, the Wind-Chasing Thieves had certainly spent an incalculable amount of money and resources on their martial cultivation and survival.
Even so, their treasury still held this much wealth. It was proof that the thieves were far richer than ordinary bandits could ever hope to be.
"Tsk, tsk. This must be the fortune the Wind-Chasing Thieves have amassed over their lifetimes. They've been robbing people for over a decade, and they're Martial Master Level experts, so naturally their haul is even more impressive." Xia Ping clicked his tongue in admiration, his eyes lighting up.
If he sold all these treasures, he'd become rich overnight. Even a peak Martial Master Realm expert would