Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 285 Like a God, Like a Demon
Ren Shaoyang held a glass cup in his hand, the sword blade swinging endlessly around him.

A cold laugh rang out, followed by a deep, indifferent voice: "Fang Yeyu, they say money can move people's hearts. Today you'll die here. Do you accept your fate?"

Fang Yeyu retreated again and again, shouting, "Ren Shaoyang, I've come to reclaim the treasure that rightfully belongs to my clan. What right do you have to kill me?"

At this moment, beside him were Madam Zhen, as well as experts such as "Bronze Venerable" Shan Chayue, "Cold Staff" Zhu Sou, and the Four Secrets of Qinghai and Tibet. Although these people were all famous and unscrupulous powerful figures from outside the region, and their numbers were eight to one, it was clear that the advantage was on his side.

But when they looked at the white robe before them, and at the swords behind him that stretched and contracted like eight tails, they all fell silent for a moment, and there was no movement in the passageway.

Ren Shaoyang chuckled softly and said, "Treasure? This is clearly a blood feud of the Han Chinese people for over a century!"

"Have you not heard that even a feud spanning nine generations can be avenged, let alone a hundred generations?"

His laughter continued unabated. Suddenly, he took a step forward, and a resounding sword cry rang out, stirring the air. Eight sword blades shot out with an aura of unparalleled power.

Everyone present was an expert, and they all cried out in alarm and scattered.

But it was too late. Just as everyone was trying to dodge, Ren Shaoyang suddenly waved his hand, and with a loud bang, the ceiling of the passageway cracked open, and fine sand poured down like a waterfall.

At the same time, hundreds of holes suddenly appeared on the left and right sides of the wall, and the crossbows fired in a burst, raining down arrows.

Everyone was trying to dodge the sword blades by using their lightness skills, but they were startled by the sudden appearance of the trap.

These people were all top martial arts masters who had experienced countless dangers in their lives, yet they still felt their hearts pound with fear when faced with the flying sword blades, the waterfall of fine sand, and the ubiquitous crossbow bolts.

At this moment, I felt that death was imminent. The sheer scale and urgency of the attack from all directions suggested that they intended to wipe everyone out in one fell swoop!
Suddenly, several loud shouts rang out, and Shan Chayue was seen frantically wielding the bronze figure, working together with Zhu Sou's iron staff to knock down the crossbow bolts.

The four secret arts of Qinghai and Tibet also joined forces to use profound skills to move energy and unleash the quicksand to the surrounding area.

Fang Yeyu and Madam Zhen each unleashed their full power. One wielded the halberd with lightning speed, facing the four sword blades head-on. The other wielded a longsword, dealing with the remaining four sword blades.

For a moment, all that could be heard was the sound of tinkling, like rain pattering on banana leaves, as dense as a shower of stars.

The firelight flickered continuously inside the passageway.

Suddenly, the sword was sheathed, and everyone quickly retreated, watching the white-robed figure opposite them with extreme vigilance.

At this moment, they were all covered in wounds. The worst off was Shan Chayue, who had more than a dozen crossbow bolts stuck in his body and a stab wound in his vest. He was now pale and swaying precariously.

Fang Yeyu let out a long breath and said hatefully, "Ren Shaoyang, you got the treasure, I'll just give it to you, why do you have to be so ruthless?" His tone revealed a sense of fear, and he was clearly disheartened.

Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly, raised his glass cup, and casually said, "Brother Fang, you have provoked me several times, and it's a fight to the death. How can I let you off?"

Fang Yeyu said, "So you're going to bully the weak because you're big?"

Ren Shaoyang's expression was strange as he used his glass lamp to illuminate the crowd: "I, Ren, am outnumbered."

"What the hell are you doing holding that broken lamp?" Fang Yeyu was furious and started cursing at him.

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "This is a treasure I randomly picked from Emperor Yuan's legacy. You can take a look at it before you die."

Extend your hand forward to show them.

Despite how much everyone hated him and wished they could eat his flesh and sleep on his skin, they couldn't help but turn their attention to the treasure when they heard it was a valuable item in the treasure trove.

This is a milky-white glass jade cup, exquisitely crafted, warm and lustrous, and extremely lovely in the firelight. This jade cup originated from the Western Regions, is unique in the world, and has a remarkable history. It was originally a beloved possession of the Emperor of the Great Qin Dynasty, but due to the decline of the country, it traveled thousands of miles and eventually found its way to the Central Plains.

Everyone watched with rapt attention, and couldn't help but think to themselves, "If just a glass lamp can so soothe the soul, how captivating must the entire treasure be?"

Just then, with a "whoosh," the truly awe-inspiring sword cry rang out again!

But then the light, which had been like a dot, suddenly grew larger and larger.

It turned out that Ren Shaoyang was holding a glass lamp in one hand and a long sword across the sky in the other, the sword energy was like a rainbow and the sound was like a dragon's roar as he flashed over.

"Oops."

Fang Yeyu was both shocked and furious. He never expected that Ren Shaoyang would come at this moment when everyone's tension had suddenly relaxed.

As the saying goes, "The first drumbeat is strong, the second is weak, and the third is exhausted," just now everyone still had a strong sense of shared hatred and a fierce determination to fight to the death.

However, Ren Shaoyang used only a glass cup to unconsciously draw everyone's attention to that elusive treasure.

The murderous aura immediately dissipated.

In that delicate moment, Ren Shaoyang seized the opportunity precisely, and immediately moved like a dragon, charging forward with frenzied speed.

Just as everyone reacted, their bodies couldn't turn around in time, leaving them wide open.

With a "whoosh," Shan Chayue, who was the most seriously injured, suffered from tinnitus and a racing heart, and reacted the slowest. He was instantly pierced through the heart by a sword and screamed in agony.

With a gentle flick of his sleeve, the cry abruptly ceased as Shan Chayue's head was pressed back into his skull. The four secret masters of Qinghai and Tibet, being the closest to the scene, were utterly horrified to see Tongzun, a great master who had dominated the Western Regions for over thirty years and was invincible, being slaughtered like a chicken. They all rushed forward with their palms to strike.

Ren Shaoyang chuckled softly, his body spinning like a top, and with a flick of his fingers, the 300-pound bronze figure flew away like a cannonball.

"Drink!"

Then the four masters of Qinghai-Tibet raised their hands, and the bronze figure, as if blown by a gust of wind and rain, veered off course, passing by the four and crashing into the passageway.

Rumble!
The passageway shook violently, and loose stones collapsed.

"What exquisite Tantric skills!" Ren Shaoyang laughed loudly, his body suddenly accelerating, appearing before the Four Secrets of Qinghai-Tibet like a wisp of smoke.

"It's a pity that the four masters that the Tantric sect has worked so hard to cultivate are going to be trapped here today."

Seeing his arrogance, an old lama from the Four Secrets shouted and struck him with a palm.

Ren Shaoyang reached out, grabbed the wrist, and with the flow of the Great Vajra Divine Power, pulled back sharply. With a "rip," the man's arm was completely torn off by the immense force.

Before the man could scream, Ren Shaoyang waved his hand lightly, and with a hiss, the sword slit his throat. He then turned and kicked him in the chest.

The old lama flew backward, knocking over two other lamas in succession. His momentum continued, and he crashed into the stone wall with a thud, splattering blood like mosquito blood.

Ren Shaoyang swept through the passageway like a whirlwind, engaging in a frenzied battle with the remaining men, his sword flashing like stars in an instant.

Fang Yeyu and the others fought desperately, only to find that the white-robed figure opposite them, with his hands and eight sword blades on his back, resembled a spider monster, easily shattering their defenses with a wave of his hand and a glance.

Everyone felt as if they were facing an endless storm of swords.

The old bamboo master transformed his cold iron staff into layers of staff shadows, but little did he know that just as Ren Shaoyang was facing the enemy, he suddenly used Fang Yeyu's power to fly up to the top of the passageway.

With a hissing sound, the sword blade pierced through the bamboo elder's energy. Ren Shaoyang, hanging upside down, unleashed a powerful punch downwards, like a thunderclap, piercing through the elder's energy with a "poof".

The old bamboo man let out a pig-like scream as his body was severed in half at the waist. After a loud crash, the cracks scattered in all directions.

Countless bodies of flesh and blood, as dense as hailstones and meteorites, hurtled towards the others.

Faced with the lightning-fast rain of blood and flesh, the three secret masters of Qinghai-Tibet, Fang Yeyu, Madam Zhen, and others retreated frantically.

"Sushan!" Fang Yeyu shoved Madam Zhen violently. "Go quickly, don't look back, don't seek revenge for me!"

A trace of sorrow flashed in Madam Zhen's eyes as she looked at Fang Yeyu, and then countless sword lights flashed and surged forth.

Fang Yeyu and the others roared wildly and rushed forward desperately, entangled with the sword light, colliding and rubbing against each other, with clanging sounds echoing in the air, and dust rising into the sky.

Run! Don't look back!

Fang Yeyu's terrified roar rang out, and with the countless waves of blood surging out from the three secrets of Qingzang, severed limbs flew everywhere, making the scene all the more tragic.

The sword blades appeared and disappeared in a flash, sometimes solidifying like mountains, sometimes scattering like flying dragons, sweeping away the rubble that kept falling down the passageway.

As Madam Zhen watched Fang Yeyu's figure being swallowed by the sword blades, she was filled with extreme grief. However, she was a ruthless and ambitious woman. She gritted her teeth, her body transformed into a blurry phantom, and rushed towards the exit.

Upon reaching the cave entrance, she immediately collapsed to the ground, her pretty face flushed red, and she opened her mouth, spitting out a spurt of blood.

The spurt of blood turned her previously rosy face deathly pale in an instant.

Madam Zhen had just exchanged several sword strikes with Ren Shaoyang and appeared not to have been injured, but her internal meridians had been severely damaged by the unparalleled "Great Vajra Divine Power".

After Ren Shaoyang mastered "Mind Movement" on Lonely Cloud Island, he also elevated "Great Vajra Divine Power" to the ultimate state of "Emptiness and Perfect Enlightenment." He truly achieved the supreme realm that the monk Yu had described as being able to rival Wan Guizang.

Furthermore, the "Mind's Movement" technique can enhance one's skill, with the characteristic that the greater one's mind, the higher one's skill. In just a few days, Ren Shaoyang's strength improved once again.

He is now reaching a superhuman level comparable to Pang Banlang Fanyun.

Therefore, killing these experts from the extraterritorial coalition was as easy as cutting melons and vegetables, incredibly fast.

Ren Shaoyang!

Zhen Sushan vomited blood again, and a deep-seated hatred and boundless fear of Ren Shaoyang arose in her heart.

Whether it's "Purple-Eyed Demon Lord" Hua Zha'ao, "Cold Staff" Zhu Sou, or Ying Fei and Shan Cha Yue, all of them possess the strength of a Black List master, even surpassing the likes of Lie Zhenbei.

But now, they've all died at Ren Shaoyang's hands!

She knew in her heart that this person's martial arts skills were so high that he was beyond human killing.

At this moment, the only way is to use the oil and gunpowder to blow up the treasure palace and bury this devil underground. Only then can we avenge our skilled subordinates and Fang Yeyu!
Thinking of this, Zhen Sushan quickly lit the tinderbox and aimed it at the fuse on the ground!

(End of this chapter)