The Ancestral God School, the Treasure Land.
Boom!
With a thunderous crash, the First Peak returned to its original appearance, as though nothing had happened.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Then the thousands of five-colored auroras shot skyward together, turning into streaks of light as they swiftly returned to the Five-Colored Aurora Lake overhead and vanished.
In the distance, countless inheritors instantly turned their eyes toward the silver-armored human atop the peak, their gazes filled with indescribably complicated emotions!
"The most precious treasure in the Treasure Land, taken just like that by some obscure human King Rank expert! Who knows what tier of treasure it even is!" An Immortal from the Demon Race Alliance gritted his teeth, his voice thick with resentment.
"Exactly. There are only 108 of these most precious treasures, and every one claimed means one fewer left! And this time, it was the treasure ranked first! If only I were the one who got it!" a Venerable from the Zerg camp said, his eyes hazy with longing.
"Stop dreaming!" A clearheaded companion beside him cut him off coldly. "Even if you got the First Treasure, could you keep it? Possessing a treasure can be a crime in itself!"
"Just watch. Even though he comes from a pinnacle race like the Human Race, this human 'Xiao' might not be able to keep the treasure. The experts of the Demon Race, Machine Race, and Zerg won't let him off! Whether he can even leave the Ancestral God School alive is another question!"
Discussions, some loud and others whispered, arose throughout the Treasure Land.
These inheritors watched intently, each harboring their own thoughts, but without exception, they all saw Hu Yanbo as the center of the storm.
Amid all those watching eyes and surging undercurrents-whoosh!
A figure appeared directly beside Hu Yanbo.