Chapter 2009

"Save your breath. None of you will be leaving with any treasures from here!" The taunting words echoed, followed by laughter.

A horde of martial artists streamed in, swiftly sealing off the exit. Among these martial artists, two distinct factions emerged—the elites of the Drakes Dominion Order and the Frostwing Sect.

Notably, familiar faces like Yonah and Bran stood out in the crowd.

The combined forces of the Drakes Dominion Order and the Frostwing Sect not only boasted increased numbers but also featured a substantial influx of skilled elites. Virtually every official, guardian, and elder from both sects was in attendance.

It wouldn't be an overstatement to say that more than 80% of the total strength of both factions had been assembled.

"Ms. Linsor, we meet again!" Bran sneered, and his eyes filled with greed.

Upon entering the palace, the floor sparkled with gold and silver treasures. The tomb, in particular, held precious items, like the tempting pool of soul elixir. The