Xia Ping carefully took stock of his gains this time. He had slain a full twenty Golden Core True Persons, and not a single one had self-destructed, leaving him with twenty Golden Cores. The benefits were immense.
Besides that, he inspected the Space Rings of those Ten Thousand Poisons Sect disciples and found a great quantity of pills, spiritual herbs, and magical treasures within, all exceedingly valuable.
However, what those Ten Thousand Poisons Sect disciples had the most of in their Space Rings was poison—every conceivable variety, and almost all of it lethal. Taken outside, it would be the kind of thing to trigger a biochemical crisis.
But he had yet to inspect Lu Wen's Space Ring. He had saved it for last, greatly anticipating what treasures the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect's senior disciple might possess.
"Hmm? There's a restriction formation?!"
Xia Ping narrowed his eyes. He discovered that Lu Wen's Space Ring actually contained a restriction formation. Even with its owner dead, it seemed this layer of restrictions would not be easy to breach.
If he could not break it, he likely would not be able to obtain the treasures inside the Space Ring.
But breaking a restriction formation was far too easy for Xia Ping. With a thought, he immediately activated the Hell Golden Crow Flame within his body and seeped a wisp of flame inside.
Crash!
At once, the Space Ring's restriction formation was destroyed, burned full of holes and utterly collapsed. These restrictions could not withstand the destructive power of the Hell Golden Crow Flame at all.
At that moment, forcefully destroying the restriction formation seemed to have triggered unimaginable consequences. The Space Ring's defensive mechanism activated, and a powerful phantom immediately emerged from the ring.
It was an old man in gray robes, with triangular