111: Chapter 111 Zero Yuan Purchase!

The mole-faced old general still had a mocking look on his face.

The surrounding veteran generals hadn't even activated their true energy protection, all waiting to see the miserable state of this arrogant newcomer.

The fist collided with the stele with a boom.

"Hum!"

Blood and energy exploded at the point of contact.

The blinding light forced the surrounding inner guards to turn their heads, close their eyes, and retreat several steps.

Several veteran generals were caught off guard, feeling only a vast whiteness before their eyes that stung, and they hurriedly raised their sleeves to shield themselves.

Immediately after.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound shattered the silence of the plaza.

The sound wasn't loud, but it made everyone present feel a sharp pain in their eardrums, and their hearts gave a violent jolt.

A breeze swept by.

The mole-faced old general pulled down his sleeve, rubbed his eyelids hard, and eagerly leaned forward.

He was certain that Li Zhengyang was currently clutching his fist, rolling on the ground.

The result.

The person in front stood steadily.

Li Zhengyang was unhurriedly withdrawing his right fist, looking down to pat the stone dust off the back of his hand.

The pitch-black formless mystic stele was still standing in place, unbroken.

"Hahaha! I knew this kid was just putting on a..."

The mole-faced old general's words were stuck in his throat halfway, and his voice came to an abrupt halt.

The few people beside him saw the state of the stele, and their scalps went numb in unison.

In the very center of the formless mystic stele.

On the originally flat and smooth surface, there was a fist-shaped dent!

With the fist dent as the center, the stone hadn't shattered, but a circle of distorted lines had been forcibly squeezed out by immense force.

The stone surface at the edges was even curling outward.

A dent.

This formless mystic stele, known as unbreakable by anyone below the Martial Emperor rank, and which even Ruan Long had only managed to strike a shallow mark on back in the day.

Had been forcibly smashed into a shallow pit by a fist!

The whole place was deathly silent.

The veteran generals, who had been spouting nonsense just a moment ago, were now all dumbfounded.

What did it mean to strike a dent?

It meant that the explosive power in that instant had genuinely surpassed the Martial Venerable rank and reached the Martial Saint rank!

A twenty-year-old young man had displayed Martial Saint-level lethality?

The mole-faced old general's legs went weak, and the person beside him hurriedly supported his arm.

In the deathly silence, Li Zhengyang spoke.

He leaned in to look at the pit, clicked his tongue, and turned to face Great Elder Lu Anguo.

"This crappy stone is indeed hard enough."

He shook his right wrist twice, looking disdainful: "I was hoping to punch straight through it. But I only managed to smash a pit, couldn't even make a crack."

He shook his head.

"Looks like I need to improve my strength even more."

These few sentences drifted across the plaza, causing more damage than the punch just now.

The veteran generals were red-faced, their necks thick with blood.

Punch through the formless mystic stele? Was this thing a brick wall on the side of the street!

There were only a few people in the entire Great Xia who could leave a mark on this thing!

This attitude of profiting and still acting like a victim was simply rubbing the face of the Pojun Division headquarters into the dirt!

Lei Qianjue was laughing like crazy, all his teeth exposed.

He strode forward and slapped the mole-faced old general on the shoulder.

"Old Li, what were you shouting at the top of your lungs just now? That the battle report from Mad Demon Fortress was fake?"

Lei Qianjue's voice was loud and clear, echoing throughout the plaza: "Why don't you stand there and let this kid Li Zhengyang give you one of these? If your old bones can take a hit without denting, I, Lei Qianjue, will eat this stele on the spot today!"

The mole-faced old general was coughed incessantly from the slap, shrank his neck, and dared not utter a single word of rebuttal.

The few old stubborn ones who had been egging him on were now mute, lowering their heads to stare fixedly at their own toes, no longer daring to mention the words 'falsified combat records'.

Falsify records with this kind of combat power?

Great Elder Lu Anguo stood where he was, taking a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the excitement in his heart.

He had lived for nearly a hundred years, and today had truly been an eye-opener.

Great Xia was saved!

Great Elder Lu Anguo slammed his dragon-headed cane heavily onto the ground, his blood surging, his voice like a booming bell.

"Everything will be honored!"

He made the decision on the spot.

"Good lad! Just for this punch, with you in Great Xia, why worry that the demons outside the wall won't be annihilated!"

Great Elder Lu Anguo reached out and unhooked the golden medallion from his waist.

The medallion was made of pure titanium, inlaid with spirit stones at the edges, and had the character "Treasury" engraved in the center.

He threw the medallion over directly.

"This is the golden pass to the headquarters' core treasury! I'll put my word on it today."

Great Elder Lu Anguo looked around, sealing the deal, "Pick any one item from the whole place! Whichever you fancy, take it for free!"

Li Zhengyang caught the golden medallion, tucked it into his pocket with a slick motion, and covered it tightly.

"Generous! This spirit of Great Elder Lu Anguo is much better than some people who only know how to run their mouths!"

Li Zhengyang unceremoniously took a dig at them, then turned to beckon to the inner guard beside him.

"Where is the treasury? Hurry up and find someone to lead the way!"

He rubbed his hands together and started walking out.

"Hurry, hurry, I'm in a rush. If I don't grab a few more hidden treasures this trip, it won't be worth the skin I scraped off my fist."

The inner guard hurriedly trotted forward to lead the way.

Li Zhengyang followed behind, walking quickly, with no trace of the grandmaster demeanor that had suppressed the entire audience just moments ago, looking exactly like a money-grubber.

Lei Qianjue watched his retreating back and laughed.

"This little bastard, he'll empty out the headquarters' treasury sooner or later."

...

The core treasury was located deep underground in the headquarters building.

The heavy titanium alloy doors receded to both sides.

A rich aura of spiritual energy rushed towards them.

As soon as Li Zhengyang stepped through the door, he froze in place.

Looking at the treasures all around.

He slowly grinned, the muscles on his face twitching twice.

"Only allowed to pick one, huh..."

He muttered under his breath.

The inner guard leading the way felt a chill down his spine for no reason.

He had a feeling that something terrible was about to happen.