60: Demigod's Secret Treasury, I suspect you're targeting me!

"Oh no!"

Fan Feng held his sword horizontally to block.

Bang!

Fan Feng was sent flying.

The moment he landed, he wailed,

"My leg, ah, my leg!"

A severed half of his calf, with bone sticking out, was being held in the giant bear's paw.

Crunch, crunch.

The giant bear ate it in one bite.

"Bastard!"

Fan Feng's pale Face instantly turned red with rage,

"You beast!"

The giant bear stood up on its hind legs and stomped toward him.

"Good, very good!"

"You damn beast, even if it kills me, this City Lord will take you down!"

Fan Feng stood on one leg, his right leg dripping blood.

He couldn't escape even if he wanted to.

There was only one choice: fight.

"Hah!"

Fan Feng gave a furious shout, and the Spiritual Qi in his body instantly surged.

"This City Lord will burn his cultivation to kill you!"

He pushed off with his single leg, launching into the air and hovering there.

"Slash!"

Sword Qi crisscrossed.

Splitting the giant bear in half.

In an instant.

Fan Feng fell back down, the surge of Spiritual Qi ceasing.

Unable to stand steadily, he collapsed to the ground, panting like an ox, cold sweat pouring down.

"It won't resurrect again, will it?"

Fan Feng wasn't sure.

"I must recover my strength as quickly as possible."

Fan Feng remained on high alert, his eyes fixed on the giant bear.

If the giant bear dared to move, he would immediately burn his cultivation and kill it again.

At this moment.

He had the power to kill the bear, but not the mobility to act.

He tried to recover his strength while suppressing the rampaging Spiritual Qi in his meridians.

But because he had to keep watch for the bear's potential resurrection and sneak attack, his efficiency was very low.

His right lower leg was gone.

The pain was excruciating.

Fan Feng's old Face was contorted in agony.

"That damn Ning Xiwei, she killed my Xier and now she's harming me too. I cannot live under the same sky as her; I will use the entire city's power to kill her!"

After a long time.

He finally had the strength to move.

"Let's go!"

He didn't dare stay long.

He faced the giant bear's corpse, hopping backward step by step, fearing it would suddenly resurrect and ambush him.

"Ouch!"

He stepped on a hard rock and fell to the ground.

Looking down.

It turned out he had stepped on an unclaimed Treasure Trove.

That hard rock was actually a fifth-grade forging material, incredibly rare.

He picked it up and weighed it; it was about twenty pounds and as thick as an arm, making it very difficult to carry.

Fan Feng clutched his stump, his Face twitching with pain as he shouted,

"This City Lord is missing a leg, how do you expect me to carry this!"

"What use is it to me!"

He cast a reluctant glance at the fifth-grade forging material.

Fan Feng continued to hop backward on one leg.

The giant bear remained motionless.

"Sigh."

"This giant bear probably won't resurrect anymore."

"Ouch."

Fan Feng fell again.

"Forget it, I'll just walk normally."

Fan Feng turned around and hopped forward, which was much smoother.

After hopping one step.

He quickly looked back.

The giant bear was lying there.

Phew.

He let out a breath.

He hopped another step and looked back.

The giant bear was lying there.

Fan Feng's expression relaxed.

He hopped two more steps and suddenly looked back.

The giant bear was lying there.

"Heh, what am I worried about? It's been so long, how could the giant bear possibly resurrect now."

Fan Feng shook his head.

He felt he was being overly cautious.

Checking every single step.

How foolish!

This time he hopped three steps before looking back.

"The giant bear must be lying there."

Fan Feng smiled confidently.

The result.

The grass was empty.

Fan Feng's Face turned white in an instant.

"The giant bear resurrected again, again, and again?"

Terrified out of his wits, Fan Feng frantically searched for the bear's tracks.

There was nothing behind him.

He turned back around.

Suddenly, he smelled a foul stench.

"Ah!"

Fan Feng was Face-to-Face with the giant bear.

Two bear paws, like the canopy of heaven, slammed down on his head.

"Bastard!"

Fan Feng was so angry he nearly spat blood.

"It didn't resurrect earlier, it didn't resurrect later, it resurrected the exact moment this City Lord let down his guard!"

His vision went dark.

For a moment, he couldn't even mobilize his Spiritual Qi in time and could only watch helplessly as the giant paws came down.

He felt wronged.

So incredibly wronged!

What kind of miserable Luck was this!

Who did he offend!

In utter despair and rage, Fan Feng pointed at the sky and cursed loudly:

"demigods secret treasure!"

"I f*cking suspect you're targeting me!"

Bang!

He was flattened into a meat patty by the pair of bear paws.

Roar—

The giant bear roared at the sky, venting the rage from its multiple deaths.

Swish.

In its blood-red eyes, the giant bear saw a pale blade light.

This was the last color it saw in the world.

Lu Chen withdrew his bone saber.

However, the sound of attribute points, skills, or vitality dropping didn't reach his ears.

So he couldn't exploit a bug.

Lu Chen didn't take it to heart.

He glanced at the traces of where Fan Feng had been.

The matter here was settled.

"This Hanbing City Lord died thinking it was just his bad Luck or that the demigods secret treasure was targeting him."

"What a huge Face he thinks he has, for the demigods secret treasure to personally target him. Truly hilarious!"

There was not a shred of pity in Sun Feifei's eyes.

The moment he wanted to gift her Best Friend to beggars, he was as good as dead.

"That was so satisfying!"

Sun Feifei pulled Ning Xiwei and said,

"Your Little Skeleton is still the best, playing that Hanbing City Lord like a fiddle."

"It's because he's stupid."

Ning Xiwei smiled slightly.

"Let's continue looking for the Treasure Trove."

..."Eh?"

A young man wearing a loose golden robe let out a soft exclamation, then reached down to pick up a faintly glowing red diamond-shaped gem,

"A fifth-grade strength gem."

A black-armored guard beside him exclaimed,

"If I remember correctly, this is already the thirty-third time Third Prince Highness has stepped on a treasure!"

"The Third Prince is truly a person of great Luck; it is the Empire's blessing!"

"Enough, a fifth-grade strength gem counts as a treasure?"

"What kind of demigods secret treasure is this? So stingy. No wonder the First Prince didn't want to come."

Third Prince Chu Jian tossed the diamond gem to the black-armored guard,

"It's yours."

"Thank you, Third Prince Highness!"

The black-armored guard bowed and then said,

"I have received word that the First Prince didn't come because the struggle for the throne with the Sixth Prince has reached a critical moment."

"The First Prince hopes Third Prince Highness can side with him."

"The Sixth Prince also sent someone to tell me he hopes to associate with you more often."

"Tch!"

"They want to fight for the throne; what does their life-and-death struggle have to do with me?"

"Asking me to pick a side—isn't that just wanting me to submit to them?"

"With just them? Who do they think they are!"

"To think I, Chu Jian, would bow my head to them? Don't even dream about it!"

"Except for Father Emperor, I, Chu Jian, will not bow to anyone!"

"Hmph!"

Chu Jian looked dissatisfied.

"Your Highness is right!"

The black-armored guard quickly agreed.

At the same time, he felt helpless.

His master's personality was too rigid; when either the First Prince or the Sixth Prince ascended the throne, his master would surely suffer.

But.

His master had been like this since childhood, refusing to lower his head even slightly. His arrogance reached the heavens, and he simply couldn't change.

"There are still experts in the demigods secret treasure. That Ning Xiwei, I heard she took down over twenty thousand points in five minutes and reached the top of the leaderboard."

The black-armored guard sighed with emotion.

"You call that an expert?"

Chu Jian snorted coldly,

"Hei Yi, I ask you, can you kill twenty thousand Blood Demons for this Prince within five minutes?"

"If Your Highness commands, this subordinate will surely accomplish it."

The black-armored guard, Hei Yi, knelt on one knee.

"Then that's that. That Ning Xiwei only got the top spot on the leaderboard because I hadn't entered yet."

Chu Jian finished speaking.

He tilted his head back toward the sky.

Killing twenty thousand Blood Demons in five minutes.

Trash.

He could kill twenty thousand Blood Demons in three minutes!

"Your Highness, a group of two young girls and a skeleton... that is Ning Xiwei."

"Would Your Highness like to go take a look?"

"I suppose I'll take a reluctant look."