120: Chapter 119 The Incompetent Husband

The three were dumbfounded on the spot upon hearing this.

Treasures?!

What on earth is this guy talking about?

The Great Elder's originally pale old face instantly turned a deep shade of purple-red.

It was an open secret in the Great Desolation that every part of a dragon was a treasure.

Dragon blood could extend life and temper the body, while dragon meat was a top-tier material for refining legendary-grade potions.

He thought about how this kid had swept up hundreds of thousands of Dragon Temple troops like chaff at the Abyss Square.

His pupils constricted violently!

He broke out in goosebumps!

Could it be that Lin Mo collected them just to use as emergency rations?!

Was he relentlessly pursuing them now just to skin the three old fogies alive and eat their flesh?!

“Lin Mo! You're simply going too far!”

The Third Elder drew the long saber at his waist, but his hands shook so much he couldn't even grip the hilt steadily.

The muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably as he let out a hoarse roar.

“We are the three Great Elders with the highest authority in the Dragon Temple! You lowly human, do you actually intend to pull our tendons, strip our bones, and feast on our flesh and blood?!”

The Second Elder took half a step back and shouted angrily.

“Don't be too arrogant! We are the Dragon King's direct confidants!”

“The Dragon King's resurrection is imminent! If you dare touch a single one of our scales today, when the Dragon King returns, he will surely slaughter your entire clan and banish your soul to the Nine Netherworlds!”

Lin Mo was stunned for a moment.

So they aren't artifact spirits after all!

They're just the three biggest fish in the Dragon Temple?

That's way too coincidental!

Great Elder, Second Elder, Third Elder.

Could it be that the Treasure Seeker located the Dragon Temple headquarters directly, and after these guys realized he was coming, they fled with the treasury?

Lin Mo couldn't help but laugh out loud.

“I was wondering why the Treasure Seeker's reaction was so strong.”

He took a step forward.

The hard ice beneath his feet didn't crack at all, yet he vanished from the spot into thin air.

Having held a high position for many years, the Great Elder had a very strong survival instinct.

The moment he saw Lin Mo disappear, he violently crushed an instant-cast defense scroll while desperately hiding the three void rings in his arms behind his back.

“Form the formation...”

Before he could finish his sentence.

Lin Mo had already appeared in front of him.

There were no flashy opening moves.

Lin Mo raised his right hand and swung the most unadorned slap from top to bottom.

The slap didn't even stir the air.

But the moment it touched the defensive barrier...

“Crack.”

The pale golden barrier, which was strong enough to withstand a full-power strike from a sixth class advancement expert, shattered into a sky full of fragments like cheap glass.

With a strength stat exceeding forty billion, even a casual slap with controlled force was absolutely not something these ordinary Fifth Class Advancement experts could endure.

“Slap!”

The crisp sound of the slap echoed throughout the Ice Plains Hall.

The Great Elder's head jerked to the side, and the skin and flesh of his left cheek caved in completely.

Several bloody teeth shot out like bullets, embedding themselves deep into the distant ice wall.

He didn't even let out half a scream as he flew dozens of meters away like a tattered sack.

He slammed heavily into a thick ice pillar and slid to the ground.

He was instantly dizzy and unable to get up again.

The hall fell into a deathly silence.

The long saber in the Third Elder's hand fell onto the ice with a “clang.”

The Second Elder's legs gave way, and he slumped directly onto the ground.

That was the Great Elder.

A peak Fifth Class Advancement expert, and he was even decked out in top-tier epic grade equipment!

And yet, he was crippled by a single slap from Lin Mo.

What was the point of fighting?

Might as well just hand it over...

They were completely terrified.

Every thought of resistance in their minds was slapped away by that single blow.

Lin Mo didn't even spare a glance at the twitching Great Elder.

He turned around and picked up the three void rings, covered in intricate patterns, from where the Great Elder had been standing.

Top-tier spatial storage items.

Lin Mo squeezed them casually and discovered they were even protected by extremely powerful bloodline restrictions.

“Cannot be opened without the Dragon Temple royal bloodline?”

Lin Mo curled his lip and reached out to the Second Elder.

“Give me some blood.”

The Second Elder glared with wide eyes, but he was too stifled to dare vent his anger.

It was like a low-level clerk in a small island nation whose wife had been targeted by his boss.

Unable to resist, he not only had to personally deliver his wife but also miserably stand guard at the door for them.

As the Second Elder's blood was poured in, the restrictions on the void rings quickly opened.

Lin Mo extended his mental power and swept a glance inside.

That one look immediately made him freeze on the spot.

The first void ring was filled with mountains of space crystals, the mana fluctuations radiating from them almost condensing into liquid within the space.

The second void ring was packed with high-level scrolls, epic grade forging materials, and countless perfect-quality herbs, all categorized and stretching beyond the horizon.

The third void ring was the most outrageous; it contained a large amount of black blood, within which flowed a thick aura of the Dragon King.

Lin Mo tossed the three void rings in his hand before hanging them directly on his belt.

He turned his head to look at the Second and Third Elders slumped on the ground.

“You three old things certainly have a lot of nerve.”

Lin Mo's tone turned cold, carrying an undisguised interrogation.

“How dare you hide my treasures?”

The Second and Third Elders snapped their heads up, their eyes widening like copper bells.

Hide?

Your treasures?

What was packed in those three void rings were the savings the entire Dragon Temple had plundered from across the continent over three hundred years!

It was the foundation they had barely managed to save by abandoning a hundred-thousand-strong army and dozens of Fifth-Order Dragon Generals!

You call these your treasures?!

“You... you're full of it!”

The Third Elder's blood boiled with rage at this bottomless bandit logic.

Extreme grief and indignation briefly overcame his fear of death.

He pointed at Lin Mo, his finger trembling as if it were electrified in the wind.

“That is the national treasury our Dragon Temple accumulated over three hundred years! It's the family fortune we painstakingly saved up! What right do you have to say it's yours?!”

Lin Mo retorted righteously:

“You're the one talking nonsense!”

“I was just about to go clear the Dragon Temple headquarters dungeon?”

Lin Mo took a step forward, looking down at the two of them with a face full of condemnation.

“And then I look back and see you three old fogies actually packing up the final boss chest and running away while I wasn't looking!”

“What? Running away with my dungeon rewards—if that's not stealing, what is?”

“The only reason I didn't crush you to death today is out of respect for those hundreds of technicians who massage my feet!”

The Second and Third Elders' eyes nearly split from rage.

Is this even human speech?

What kind of 'mob drop' is this?!

What absolute shamelessness!

The Third Elder's chest heaved violently; a mouthful of old blood was stuck in his throat, and he forced himself to swallow it down.

He stared fixedly at the void rings at Lin Mo's waist and roared with a mix of grief and indignation.

“Lin Mo! Don't you dare get too ahead of yourself!”

“His Majesty the Dragon King's resurrection is already unstoppable; your retribution will surely come!”

The Second Elder also knew that they couldn't stop Lin Mo.

So he shouted to bolster his courage.

“That's right! You have no idea what kind of existence you've provoked!”

“All the Dragon King's fragments have completely fused with the dragon heart!”

“Now, the King's heart is taking root in the void, and the King's flesh is gestating in the void!”

The Second Elder became more and more frenzied as he spoke, even struggling to stand up.

“If you have any brains left, you should kneel on the ground and return the void rings with both hands while Lord Dragon King hasn't fully awakened yet!”

“Swear your loyalty to the Dragon Temple! Use your Law Space to pave the way for the Dragon Temple!”

“Only then, when Lord Dragon King descends, will a rebellious traitor like you be able to seek a slim chance of survival!”

“Otherwise, no one in heaven or on earth can save you!”