The Fang Family members were terrified out of their wits. Everyone rushing toward him stopped dead, chills shooting up their spines.
What kind of monster could kill a martial artist of the same realm with a single punch?
Unless their patriarch intervened, the entire Fang Family might not be enough for him to slaughter.
Xu Yang did not continue killing, nor did he want to trouble these small fry. Cloud Province was not a place like Azure Sun City. If too many people died, the Imperial Court would intervene.
Besides, with all the recent commotion over the Demon Cult, it was best not to go too far. Killing these small fry made little difference anyway.
He crossed several dozen yards in two or three breaths, thrusting his fist like a great spear and smashing it hard into the Fang Family Treasure Vault's doors. Bang!
Amid a deafening crash, the Fang Family's doors, as hard as spirit weapons, exploded under the blow, shattered by brute force.
A room piled with all manner of items appeared before Xu Yang, though flying fragments had punched holes through several spots.
"There's plenty here!" A smile curled Xu Yang's lips.
His spiritual perception had already spread through the Treasure Vault like a vast net. In an instant, he knew exactly where everything was.
The entire Treasure Vault was filled with items imbued with spiritual properties: spirit iron, spirit weapons, spirit herbs, or secret manuals.
Taking out the sack he had prepared, Xu Yang charged into the Treasure Vault.
He had no interest in the spirit weapons. He had no shortage of them, and the same went for spirit iron.
It was not that he truly had no interest, of course. Rather, he would have to resell those things before they could become cultivation resources.
But