CHAPTER 253: CHAPTER 253: THE MYSTERIOUS RED TRIANGULAR CLOTH

"Haha, fellow Daoist, you must be joking; we’re just digging up this family’s treasury, which is hardly something to feel guilty about."

Emperor Mo Yun pretended to be calm as he absorbed the White Jade Cauldron into his internal world, speaking with a forced smile.

His attitude was not good.

Currently, the two clans are in a localized war, and they’ve invaded the Human Race’s territory. Having a good attitude would only make one seem guilty!

"Is that so?"

Qin Chuan’s lips curled up as he said, "In that case, as fellow Martial Emperors, shouldn’t we share what we find... give me a share?"

"You’re from the Human Race; it’s inappropriate to collude with us invaders at a time like this."

Emperor Mo Yun sneered.

"That’s not quite right. We’re all Martial Emperors, why cling to such narrow notions of our respective races?"

Qin Chuan said with a smile:

"Throughout history, the younger generations of the Human Race and the Demon Race have frequently clashed, yet the high-level powerhouses of our two races have always maintained harmony. As powerhouses of the Nine Heavens Realm, we should possess a broader perspective."

Emperor Mo Yun glanced at Qin Chuan.

He calculated inwardly, figuring that this person’s strength was no less than his own, making it difficult to defeat him.

If this person left and leaked what had happened here, their plan might be exposed, and they could be ambushed on their return.

Given that.

It might be wise to offer this person some benefits to keep his mouth shut. After all, people often choose to remain silent when they’ve gained something.

The principle of "silent wealth accumulation" applies here.

"Haha, if you want a piece of the action, it depends on how much influence you have!"

Emperor Mo Yun snorted coldly.

Even though he had decided to appease by giving, he had to put on a show to avoid arousing suspicion.

"You’ll know once you try."

Qin Chuan smiled, extending his right hand slightly, crushing a blood-red Long Spear.

"Hmph, Celestial Hand!"

Emperor Mo Yun snorted, raising his right hand. Instantly, with changing skies, a gigantic black cloud hand, hundreds of meters in diameter, formed to suppress Qin Chuan.

"Break!"

Qin Chuan, without looking up, thrust his left hand, as if holding an invisible stick, directly towards the sky.

"Boom—"

A destructive beam pierced through the heavens, echoing terrifyingly between heaven and earth, shattering mountains within a thousand-mile radius!

With a cracking sound, the black cloud hand became covered with fissures and then dissipated into scattered black clouds.

"Hmm?!"

Emperor Mo Yun seemed affected by a backlash, staggering back two steps, his face heavy.

"You have the right to a share."

He said in a grave tone, waving his right hand. A giant Treasure Mountain flew out from his internal world, heading toward Qin Chuan.

The average thing couldn’t impress a Martial Emperor, and what he had offered were treasures from his own collection.

These were from his own pocket!

Qin Chuan lifted his right hand, causing the Treasure Mountain to hover over his head, his eyes flickering as if tallying the value of these items.

"Huh, what’s this?"

Suddenly, he pulled out a piece of pink triangular cloth with his right hand.

It looked like a small flag, connected at the ends and strung together with a thin string, which was tied into a knot.

Emperor Mo Yun’s face instantly turned red!

"This... I don’t know either, it was dug out from the family’s treasury, probably some special treasure..."

He said awkwardly.

Key moments to drop one’s pants!

"Oh."

Qin Chuan feigned ignorance and, after putting away the Treasure Mountain, said, "But these things seem insufficient. To my knowledge, this family has been passed down for tens of thousands of years; they should have more than just this, right?"

Emperor Mo Yun’s face twitched!

This was half his collection already, far exceeding this family’s heritage, okay?!

But to avoid exposure, he suppressed his anger and said, "We’ve worked hard for so long and can’t do it for nothing; of course, we’re taking the big chunk. Giving you a quarter is already a lot."

Qin Chuan considered it and said, "Alright, but you also need to give me something else."

"What is it?"

Emperor Mo Yun’s heart suddenly tightened, sensing something ominous.

"The White Jade Cauldron you just stored away, I find it quite appealing, give it to me."

Qin Chuan said with a cheerful smile.

"Impossible!!"

Emperor Mo Yun raised his head, asserting, "This is my most cherished treasure, I cannot give it to you!"

"If you insist on pushing me today, then we’ll have to fight. We have five Demon Emperors, you stand no chance!"

Qin Chuan glanced at them, smiling, "Two Dual Cores, two Triple Cores, and one Quintuple Core... is that much of a difference from a Quintuple Core? It’s like having a meal and then some dessert."

"Arrogant!!"

"How dare you insult us!"

Those four Demon Emperors were enraged; after all, they were Emperor-level figures, respected by countless of the Demon Race. When had they ever been so belittled?

"Actions speak louder than words!"

Qin Chuan snorted coldly, a Long Spear appearing in his hand and tossed it into the sky. Instantly, thousands of spears filled the air, shooting out everywhere.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Chaotic spears pierced through the air like roaring serpents, or black lines across the Celestial Vault, shredding the wind and clouds wherever they passed!

"Immortal Defense!"

"Immortal Golden Body!"

"Undying Body!"

The skills shouted by the Demon Emperors and the quasi-emperors were more intimidating than effective.

"Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff!"

"Ah!"

"No—"

The defenses of over twenty quasi-emperors crumbled almost instantly, pierced by spears, their bodies exploded by destructive energy, turning into a rain of blood.

Meanwhile, the defenses of the four Demon Emperors were also penetrated, their bodies flying backward, even punctured, blood spraying out.

"You seek death!!"

Emperor Mo Yun was furious, wrapped in a violent golden light, he charged angrily toward Qin Chuan.

He seemed like a fierce dragon swimming upstream, all spears near him exploded automatically, his presence overwhelmingly fierce.

"Heaven-Deceiving Demon Claw!"

He roared, grabbing toward Qin Chuan with his right hand. Instantly, a gray translucent demon claw came at Qin Chuan, its claws gleaming coldly, resembling an opened bloody maw.

Qin Chuan punched forward.

"Buzz!"

However, the fist’s light passed through the demon claw, shooting towards the distant Celestial Vault, while the demon claw continued whistling toward him.

And in an instant, passed through his body!

"This!"

Qin Chuan found his Primordial Spirit was grabbed by the demon claw and pushed out of his body, seeing his own back!

From a distance, it appeared as a golden shadow, pushed out from behind by the demon claw.

"Destroy!"

He shouted, his Primordial Spirit shining, the pitch-black demon claw exploded instantly, his body rebounding back into himself.

At this moment, Emperor Mo Yun had arrived in front of him, a punch filled with the Power of Destruction piercing through him!

"Pfft!"

Qin Chuan spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, feeling the Power of Destruction invading his body, rampaging within, intending to destroy his internal organs, even his internal world.

"You’re not the first nor the last Martial Emperor to die under my Heaven-Deceiving Demon Claw!"

Emperor Mo Yun maintained his punching stance, his face emotionless, speaking coldly.

In truth, he was rather proud inwardly, wanting to laugh heartily, but he held it back.

Just like a good student praised by the teacher, wanting to smile subconsciously yet struggling to keep his head down, pursing lips, holding back!

Just at this moment, a playful voice sounded:

"Of course not, after all... I’m not dead."