Greedy Wolf!

On the Sky Screen, light and shadow began to shift violently.

The wretched sight of Oscar turning to ash still lingered in everyone's mind, chilling them to the bone.

Immediately after, the images belonging to Qian Renxue and Bai Chenxiang gradually lit up.

In the screen belonging to Qian Renxue, she descended upon a sacred, resplendent, enormous altar, with countless cultivators in Daoist robes vaguely visible around her, pointing and murmuring at her.

But that scene flashed by in an instant.

The Sky Screen seemed to possess a will of its own, temporarily shrinking Qian Renxue's image and pushing it into a corner at the edge.

Clearly, that supreme existence behind the scenes had a more interesting target to observe at this moment.

Everyone's gaze was forcibly pulled toward the huge light screen that belonged to Bai Chenxiang.

The image gradually froze.

The place where Bai Chenxiang had descended was an ancient cave dwelling buried no one knew how many tens of thousands of feet underground.

The light here was exceptionally dim.

The air was filled with the decayed smell of something sealed away for countless ages.

Bai Chenxiang's legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the icy ground.

She gasped for breath in great mouthfuls, her forehead covered in fine beads of cold sweat.

The gravity here was unimaginably great.

As the favored daughter of the Speed Clan, she was usually as light as a swallow, and what she took the most pride in was her unparalleled speed.

But at this moment, she felt as though two massive mountains were pressing down on her shoulders.

Forget using pure agility-type soul skills to fly—even standing up required almost half of the Soul Power within her body.

Bai Chenxiang laboriously raised her head and began surveying her surroundings.

By the faint light around her, she gradually made out the full appearance of this cave dwelling.

This seemed to be a cultivation palace left behind by an ancient mighty figure.

The floor of the great hall was paved entirely with a kind of cyan beautiful jade that gave off a warm, lustrous glow.

On both sides stood more than a dozen thick White Jade Coiled Dragon Pillars.

The great dragons carved upon those pillars had scales so lifelike they even faintly emitted an ancient dragon might that made one's soul tremble.

But this was still not what shocked Bai Chenxiang the most.

Her gaze locked firmly onto the empty space at the front of the great hall.

There, hundreds upon thousands of items were casually piled up like garbage.

There were broken flying swords, bronze mirrors missing a corner, and simple ancient little towers stained with dried blood.

These things looked utterly ruined.

Yet on the surface of every single item, a layer of terrifying energy fluctuations circulated, making one's heart pound with fear.

Douluo Continent, Shrek Academy.

Tang San stood on the training field, his eyes already veiled in a dense purple light.

He pushed the Purple Demon Eye to its limit, staring fixedly at the items casually discarded on the ground within the light screen.

A drop of cold sweat slowly slid down Tang San's temple.

"Ge, what are those things?" Xiao Wu tugged uneasily at Tang San's sleeve.

Tang San did not answer immediately.

He felt that his throat was unbearably dry.

"Weapons... or rather, magical treasures from that world."

Tang San's voice was very low, carrying a tremor he could not conceal.

"Do you see that broken sword with only half its blade left?"

"Just the trace of sharpness spilling from that fracture, if placed in our Douluo Continent, would be enough to easily cut through any Title Douluo's Martial Soul Avatar."

"Energy fluctuations of that level are already beyond anything I can assess with words."

Tang San thought back to the Tang Sect hidden weapons he had forged day and night, and to the Buddha Fury Tang Lotus regarded as the sect's supreme treasure.

Before those battered scraps in the light screen, the hidden weapons he took such pride in were simply like mud toys casually kneaded by a three-year-old child.

They were not worth mentioning at all.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, sect master's great hall.

The exquisite teacup Ning Fengzhi held in his hand had hung suspended in midair for a long while.

He had always been renowned throughout the world for his ability to recognize and appraise treasures.

But now, this sect master of the richest sect under heaven was staring in a daze.

"Scattered all over the ground... they were all divine-weapon-level treasures..."

Ning Fengzhi murmured to himself, his eyes filled with unbelievable fervor and fear.

"Take out any one of them—so long as it could be brought back to Douluo Continent, it would be enough to serve as a national treasure, suppressing an empire's fortune for ten thousand years without decline."

"And in that place, they were actually thrown on the ground like scrap metal, left to rust?"

Standing to the side, Sword Douluo Chen Xin had gone deathly pale.

He did not say a word.

He only stared fixedly at a rusted longsword in the light screen.

Chen Xin's body was trembling faintly.

Because he discovered in shock that the Seven Kill Sword martial soul he had cultivated for his entire life was now like a young beast that had encountered its natural predator, letting out fearful whimpers in his dantian.

That absolute suppression in sword intent crossed the screen and struck straight into the soul of this sword dao grandmaster.

"That is a true sword." Chen Xin bitterly closed his eyes.

In the image, Bai Chenxiang hid behind a thick White Jade Coiled Dragon Pillar, not even daring to breathe loudly.

The surroundings were terrifyingly quiet; only the sound of her own heartbeat, pounding like a drum, echoed around her.

Suddenly, a faint sound of footsteps came from the long corridor outside the great hall.

"Tap, tap, tap."

The footsteps were very steady, neither hurried nor slow.

Bai Chenxiang hurriedly covered her mouth, desperately shrinking her body into the pillar's shadow.

A moment later.

A figure in a gray robe slowly walked into this ancient cave manor's great hall.

All the viewers on Douluo Continent held their breath, wanting to see the true face of this mighty figure of the cultivation world.

However, when this person's appearance was fully revealed on the light screen, everyone froze for a moment.

It was a middle-aged man.

His appearance was exceptionally ordinary. He had no three heads and six arms, nor did he possess that otherworldly air of an immortal.

His build was neither fat nor thin, and he had a small tuft of ordinary short beard on his chin.

If he changed into plain cloth clothes and was thrown into the market of Heaven Dou City, he would absolutely be an ordinary uncle who vanished the moment he entered a crowd.

This was Greedy Wolf, the famous wandering treasure-hunting cultivator of the Renegade Immortal World.

Although Greedy Wolf looked ordinary, his eyes were extraordinarily bright.

His pair of eyeballs were like two crafty old rats, darting around the great hall.

In his gaze were undisguised feverish greed, intertwined with a caution and carefulness that had sunk deep into his bones.

These two contradictory qualities were perfectly fused within this ordinary middle-aged man.

Greedy Wolf stopped at the entrance of the great hall and did not rush forward.

He stroked the short beard on his chin, his gaze passing over the magical treasures scattered across the floor and looking toward the depths of the hall.

"As expected, it's a ruin left behind by an ancient mighty expert."

Greedy Wolf smacked his lips and muttered to himself in a low voice.

"Although these scraps on the outskirts have lost a great deal of spiritual energy, they can barely be considered decent magical treasures."

"But the truly heavy treasures must still be inside that main hall."

Hiding behind the pillar, Bai Chenxiang heard this and felt a wave of dizziness wash over her.

Scraps on the outskirts?

Those peerless divine weapons that emitted terrifying pressure, enough to make Sword Douluo's martial soul tremble, were, in this middle-aged man's mouth, merely "scraps on the outskirts"?

Greedy Wolf's expression turned solemn.

He could clearly sense that on the only path leading to the main hall ahead, there was a hidden formation fluctuation capable of destroying heaven and earth.

This was an ancient restriction with its killing intent restrained within.

Once he took a single wrong step, even an old monster with cultivation like his would be instantly shredded into a mist of blood.

Greedy Wolf had always been known for his timidity and caution.

Without absolute certainty, he would never use his own body to test a formation.

He lightly patted a gray storage pouch at his waist.

A dazzling mass of light burst out from the mouth of the pouch.

Immediately afterward, amid a crisp clanging of metal, Greedy Wolf actually poured a mountain of glowing magical treasures straight out of that tiny pouch.

Flying swords, bronze bells, jade hairpins, vajra pestles...

All kinds of things, everything one could want.

The spiritual-energy fluctuations radiating from each treasure were several times stronger than those rusty "pieces of junk" on the ground!

These were all top-tier possessions Greedy Wolf had swindled, cheated, abducted, and plundered from everywhere over his long years.

Spirit City, Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong sat upon the throne, her stunningly beautiful face slightly twisted at this moment.

Almost unconsciously, she tightened her grip on the Rakshasa God Scythe in her hand.

This peerless weapon of evil, which represented a god's inheritance, had once been the supreme symbol of martial power in her heart.

But now, as Bibi Dong looked at the small mountain of treasures Greedy Wolf had poured out, at those immortal weapons that shimmered with flowing light and color no matter which one was picked up...

She suddenly felt that the scythe in her hand was like a rough piece of scrap iron.

"This unremarkable middle-aged man's casually revealed foundation is actually greater than the entire armory of the divine realm..."

Bibi Dong bit her red lip, the pride in her heart crumbling bit by bit.

Within the light screen, Greedy Wolf casually picked up an ice-blue flying sword from the pile of treasures, one that radiated an aura of extreme cold.

On Douluo Continent, this sword would absolutely have been enough to spark a bloodbath of millions between two nations fighting over it.

But in Greedy Wolf's hand, it was like a stone used to test the path.

Greedy Wolf did not even inject spiritual power into the flying sword. Relying only on the strength of his physical body, he hurled it hard toward the empty hall ahead.

Whoosh!

The ice-blue flying sword turned into a streak of cold light and shot into the void ahead.

Just as the flying sword had flown less than ten zhang out...

The originally calm space suddenly rippled with a layer of transparent waves.

There was no sound at all.

Nor was there any dazzling explosion of firelight.

That top-tier flying sword, which was powerful enough to cleave mountains apart, the instant it touched that layer of transparent ripples...

It was as if a pair of invisible giant hands had seized it and kneaded it hard.

The indestructible blade shattered inch by inch, then directly turned into a cloud of fine ice powder, scattering down onto the bluestone floor.

"Tsk, tsk. What a dangerous tearing restriction."

Greedy Wolf rubbed his chin, a trace of lingering fear flashing through his eyes.

Not only did he feel no heartache over the destroyed flying sword, he even nodded in satisfaction.

Being able to use an external object to probe out one trigger point of the array—this deal was far too worthwhile for him.

Immediately afterward, the tens of billions of living beings on Douluo Continent witnessed an absurd scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

Greedy Wolf grabbed an ancient bronze heart-protecting mirror in his left hand and picked up a Green Dragon Crescent Blade in his right.

Both hands flung them out at once.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The two top-tier treasures were once again used as pathfinding stones.

The space in front of the hall rippled again.

The heart-protecting mirror was burned into molten iron by a purple flame that appeared out of nowhere.

The Green Dragon Crescent Blade, meanwhile, was sliced into a dozen or so pieces of scrap iron by several invisible wind blades.

Greedy Wolf did not care in the slightest. He sped up.

He grabbed a meteor hammer and threw it over.

He picked up a purple-gold gourd and threw it over.

He was like a bored child skipping stones by the river, continuously smashing those priceless treasures known on Douluo Continent as "divine artifacts" into the ancient restriction.

Bang! Bang! Crack!

The faint sounds of treasures being destroyed rang out without end.

On the training field of Shrek Academy.

Ma Hongjun clutched his head with both hands, frantically yanking at his hair.

"What a reckless waste of heavenly treasures! What is that prodigal doing?!"

Someone screamed hysterically, so distressed their heart was practically dripping blood.

"Those are divine weapons that could be enshrined like ancestors! And he's just throwing them around like stones for fun?"

Dai Mubai's face was ashen as well, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with difficulty.

"This was already beyond wasting a heavenly treasure."

Dai Mubai's voice was unbearably bitter.

"This proves that the divine artifacts we see as lofty and unreachable are, in the eyes of that great power in the cultivation world, nothing more than disposable consumables used to clear mines."

A deep sense of powerlessness, and the absurd feeling of being struck from a higher dimension, shrouded the hearts of every Douluo powerhouse.

They cultivated day and night, willing to risk their lives just to obtain a single Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone.

Yet on the other side of the Sky Screen...

An ordinary-looking middle-aged uncle was using hundreds upon hundreds of magic treasures more precious than divine gear to carry out the most primitive kind of mine-sweeping.

At the same time, within the scene.

Greedy Wolf had thrown out and destroyed more than three hundred top-tier magic treasures.

The restrictive formation ahead had finally been smashed open by him, leaving a path of survival only half a foot wide.

Greedy Wolf stopped what he was doing and patted the dust from his hands.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at that narrow gap, but the expression on his face still did not relax.

"Dead things are dead things after all. They can't test the hidden mines in this Deadly Killing Array that target the soul and life force."

Greedy Wolf muttered to himself with a frown.

An old hand like him knew very well that many ancient formations did not react to magic treasures, but the moment they were tainted by the blood and vitality of a living person, they would instantly unleash a devastating slaughter.

He needed a living thing to scout the way.

But in an ancient cave manor as desolate and uninhabited as this, where was he supposed to find a living spirit beast?

Just as Greedy Wolf was looking around.

His bright, ratlike gaze suddenly fixed on a White Jade Coiled Dragon Pillar in the corner of the great hall.

In truth, he had sensed long ago that there was an extremely faint trace of a living person's aura there.

It was just that there was not the slightest bit of spiritual energy in the other party's body, and they were so weak they were less than an ant, so he had simply been too lazy to pay them any attention earlier.

But now, they happened to be useful.

"The little thing behind the pillar, you've been hiding for so long. It's about time you came out for some air."

Greedy Wolf spoke calmly with his hands clasped behind his back.

Bai Chenxiang, hiding in the shadow of the pillar, heard those words, and her heart abruptly skipped a beat.

An unprecedented sense of life-and-death crisis instantly enveloped her entire body.

She knew she had been exposed.

In the teachings of the Speed Clan, when facing a powerful enemy one could not possibly match, the only choice was to run.

Use ultimate speed to fight for that single thread of survival.

"Sharp-Tailed Rain Swallow, possess me!"

Bai Chenxiang bit through her lip, forcing herself to wake from her fear.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black.

Six spirit rings erupted beneath her feet with a roar.

A pair of long, beautiful wings unfurled from her back, carrying a desperate whistle as they cut through the air.

She poured every bit of Soul Power in her body into her wings, even using a secret technique that burned her life potential.

"Whoosh!"

Bai Chenxiang turned into a blurred afterimage, hugging the wall of the great hall as she fled wildly toward the exit.