Spirit Kite Douluo stepped across the bluestone tiles soaked in blood, her high-heeled combat boots clicking crisply against the ground.
Expressionless, she swept her gaze over the slaughterhouse around her. Only then did the frustration that had been weighing on her chest over Gu Rong's escape ease somewhat.
"Elder, the entire sect has been cleared. No survivors were found."
A red-robed bishop with blood all over his face hurried forward, dropped to one knee, and reported respectfully.
"An old bastard and a few little trash fish who haven't even grown all their teeth yet got away. They're no fatal variable. The foundation of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has already been severed. Even if that little girl Ning Rongrong survived, she won't be able to stir up any great waves."
Spirit Kite Douluo snorted coldly, fully withdrawing the blazing phantom of her martial soul into her body. Her tone returned to its lofty arrogance. "The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is known as the wealthiest sect in the world. It even controls nearly one-third of the Heaven Dou Empire's wealth. There must be plenty of good things in the sect's underground treasury."
A greedy gleam flashed through her eyes as she coldly issued her final order.
"Pass on my command! Before daybreak, strip their treasury clean—every Gold Soul Coin, rare metal, Soul Bone, and heavenly treasure that can be carried away! Dig three feet into the ground if you have to! Not even a table or a painting is to be left behind for the Heaven Dou Imperial Family!"
"Yes! Your subordinate obeys!"
Watching her men charge like wolves and tigers toward the inner compound's treasury, their eyes glowing red, Spirit Kite Douluo curled her lips in satisfaction.
Then she turned around and cast her deep gaze toward the