As everyone split up to loot the place, a violent commotion suddenly erupted somewhere within the underground palace.
"Boom—"
"You're courting death!" Feng Chang's murderous voice rang throughout the entire underground palace.
Hearing that voice, everyone reacted differently.
He Changkong stood at the entrance to a hall, listening to Feng Chang's voice with a gloating smile, as if saying, So you have a day like this too.
He chuckled twice, but did not take a single step in that direction.
The livelier things became on Feng Chang's side, the more advantageous it was for him. Best if Feng Chang got beaten half to death, saving him the trouble of doing it himself.
After laughing, he raised his long spear and continued plundering the underground palace. To him, this place was simply a treasure trove, with surprises everywhere.
Liu Zhiming and Tao Jingbai also heard Feng Chang's roar. They each smiled, then focused on gathering the treasures before them.
The Poison King sent a puppet flying with one palm strike, a trace of relief flashing through his eyes.
"Fortunately, this old man's inheritance contains poisons for dealing with puppets. Otherwise, today would have been difficult..."
Following the Poison King's gaze, the puppet lying motionless on the ground had not a single intact spot left on its body, riddled with holes and gaps.
"There are far too many Qi-Blood Realm puppets in this place. Though they lack the power of qi and blood, their bodies are truly hard."
The Poison King muttered to himself. Then he entered the hall and looked at the jars and bottles placed upon the stone platform. His nostrils twitched, and he revealed a satisfied smile.
"At least this trip wasn't for nothing..."
At this moment, within a deep and secluded hall, Feng Chang was confronting