66: Dragon Roar and Tiger Roar, Dead Tree's True Intention (Part 2)

In the backyard of the Chang Family mansion, there was a crooked-necked tree over a dozen meters tall. Chen Cuo had already seized the opportunity to sneak in and was currently squatting atop it, watching the commotion.

Flames soared into the sky, and many people were injured or killed.

"Chang Zhiheng? It seems he'll have to fight with all his might, otherwise, he won't be able to stall for much longer. One, two, three, there's still one Acquired expert missing. I hope Wu Tianqi can put in some effort and block him."

Chen Cuo calculated in his mind. According to the information he had obtained, he knew that the Chang Family, including Chang Zhiheng, had four Acquired Martial Artists. Only three were present, so one must have escaped.

It didn't matter whether Wu Tianqi could catch up to the Chang Family's descendant. He planned to visit the Chang Family's treasury first, then try to pursue them.

"Feng Gang, you want my life, but I'll make you die first!" Chang Zhiheng forced a breath, his blood Qi surging, and he charged towards Feng Gang with a punch.

Feng Gang showed no fear, snorted coldly, and met Chang Zhiheng, throwing a punch to counter. His entire body swelled up, and his armor immediately became bulky.

"Bang!"

Vigorous Qi scattered. Feng Gang reeled back a few steps, his entire right arm hanging limply. Chang Zhiheng seized the opportunity to close in, changing his punch to a palm, striking Feng Gang's chest. He then flipped over and grabbed, instantly seizing Feng Gang's throat and fiercely tearing off a large piece of his windpipe.

Among fist and foot techniques, grappling was the most vicious, and Chang Zhiheng was a master of it, launching an attack that killed in one blow.

At that critical moment, countless black lights shot out. A black-clad figure, mixed among the soldiers, extended both arms forward, unleashing countless flying nails.

"Soul-Reaping Nails, Wu Luo! Wu Tianlie, you old bastard!" Chang Zhiheng cursed as he stumbled backward to dodge, panting heavily, and looked up to curse.

The flying nails opposite him gleamed coldly, their angles insidious and tricky, specifically targeting his lower body. He used Feng Gang in front of him as a meat shield to block some of the flying nails, retreating backward.

But suddenly, he still felt a slight pain. Looking down at his thigh, there was already a mark from being grazed by a flying nail.

By the time he retreated to the steps, a strange tingling sensation in his thigh gradually crept in, and the circulation of his Internal Energy became increasingly sluggish.

Wu Luo's Soul-Reaping Nails were poisoned with the Chang Family's unique Withered Wood Poison.

He looked around. The garrison was slaughtering his clansmen, sparing neither old nor young. The other two Acquired experts were also struggling, being firmly suppressed by Liu Hong, an Acquired Realm Major Achievement Martial Artist.

Wu Luo turned around and, with two Soul-Reaping Nails, pierced Chang Zhiheng's two clansmen. In just a moment, those two, in dodging the flying nails, revealed an opening and were struck in the head by Liu Hong's two punches, spitting blood and dying.

As the poison spread, Chang Zhiheng felt his body weaken and his breathing become difficult. He watched in utter despair as his clansmen died one by one.

With a ferocious expression, he roared furiously: "Heavenly Dragon Vajra, all of you, die!"

Suddenly, Chang Zhiheng's entire body turned golden yellow, shimmering with golden light. He charged forward fiercely, and the floor tiles immediately cracked, leaving footprints.

As he threw a punch, Wu Luo frantically dodged, continuously flicking out flying nails with both hands. However, after striking Chang Zhiheng, they merely made a clinking sound and fell to the ground, like a tickle.

At this moment, Chang Zhiheng's speed increased by a factor of two, much faster than before. In an instant, he crashed into Wu Luo, then struck Wu Luo's chest with a palm, causing the opponent's chest to cave in, spitting out a large mouthful of blood and dying.

Liu Hong watched Chang Zhiheng warily and did not advance. Instead, he retreated a few steps, ordering the soldiers forward.

"He won't last much longer. Whoever kills Chang Zhiheng first will be rewarded with a hundred taels of gold."

These words ignited the soldiers' bloodlust, and they all surged forward. A hundred taels of gold was enough for any of them to live out the rest of their lives in comfort, becoming a wealthy old man enjoying his later years.

Although the soldiers surrounding Chang Zhiheng suffered heavy casualties, he was, after all, severely wounded. The Heavenly Dragon Golden Body was merely a forbidden technique, not truly invulnerable to blades and spears. Gradually, his injuries became severe, his Internal Energy was depleted, and his blood Qi was exhausted.

Liu Hong rejoiced at the sight and joined the encirclement. Chang Zhiheng forced his blood Qi to fight him.

"Keep fighting slowly, I'm going in first!" Chen Cuo glanced at the intense battle and immediately concealed himself, heading deeper into the Chang Family mansion.

He soon arrived at the Chang Family's hidden treasury. This was all information that the Wu Family had investigated and that Wu Tianqi, the insider, had revealed to Chen Cuo.

In fact, the treasury was located deep within the Chang Family mansion, with a confusing maze of turns and a bewildering array of formations. For an ordinary person, it would indeed be difficult to find.

The treasury was embedded within a rockery, and the stone door outside was tightly shut, difficult to open without a key. "Sigh, I originally wanted to sneak in discreetly, but it seems I'll still have to use brute force. This really doesn't fit my title of 'Divine Thief'."

There was nothing he could do; he hadn't learned lock-picking skills, nor did he have similar talents.

Chen Cuo immediately took a step back, his body's strength subtly vibrating. He thrust his right palm out fiercely, and the entire stone door rippled like a water surface. With a thunderous roar, the massive door instantly shattered.

"How is this possible? Thief!" Such a sound was heard even by Chang Zhiheng and Liu Hong in the front hall. Chang Zhiheng felt the direction from which the sound came, his face full of disbelief.

Liu Hong pondered, "Good, I'm fighting to the death here, and someone is secretly sneaking in to steal! They really don't put me in their eyes."

His body instantly exploded, and he violently swung his palm. His palm glowed silver-white, and the vigorous Qi scattered, forming a phantom image that directly slapped Chang Zhiheng's face.

Chang Zhiheng originally wanted to gather his Qi to dodge, but with a surge of effort, his chest directly tore open. A mouthful of crimson blood filled his mouth, leaving him unable to move, and he was slapped in the head.

"Bang!"

Liu Hong's silver-white palm directly embedded into the opponent's skull, sending him to his death on the spot.

He shook off the blood on his hands, his body twitching slightly, his eyes wide and red with towering rage. He swiftly flew towards the source of the sound within the Chang Family residence.

Meanwhile, Chen Cuo had smashed open the main door and calmly walked into the Chang Family's treasury. With a glance, he saw two small mountains of gold, as well as various famous paintings, calligraphy, and ancient texts, among which there were many Cultivation Techniques, which was truly a pleasant surprise.

He quickly flipped through some, then looked at the several large boxes next to them, which were still locked.

He casually pinched and opened a lock, revealing various Ores and some rare curiosities inside. There were also weapons, among which a pair of Mandarin Duck Blades greatly pleased Chen Cuo. Incidentally, since he broke through to Acquired, his Innate Body Sheath could now nurture two blades.

The Mandarin Duck Blades were very exquisite, with their handles inside the blade. When held with both hands, they resembled two crescent moons, and they were very heavy, weighing several hundred catties.

For him, it was nothing, but for other Acquired Martial Artists or Martial Artists of lower Realms, they would be quite difficult to wield.

But it didn't matter; he simply stored them in his Body Sheath.

Most of the items left in the treasury were not light and were difficult to take away.

The Innate Legacy was not in the treasury. Perhaps it had been taken away, or perhaps it was hidden.

Chen Cuo was slightly disappointed, but he quickly let it go. Anyway, he could still go after the fugitives!

With so many gains, it was already enough.

At worst, just taking the Wu Family's Innate Legacy would also be acceptable.

He then swept many valuable Secret Manuals into one box with both hands, and easily lifted the other box of Ores, running out of the treasury at lightning speed.

Without spatial storage talents or treasures, he could only resort to this clumsy method. However, it didn't matter; these two boxes of items were as light as nothing to him.

By the time Liu Hong arrived at the treasury, he only saw a distant figure carrying two large boxes, disappearing into the horizon in a few breaths.