Chapter 785 Lightning Gaol Sword

• Myriad Treasure Tower was no ordinary marketplace. Within the Holy Bastion, the tower’s reach eclipsed city walls and royal edicts alike. Its halls sprawled like a living labyrinth, guarded by warriors whose names alone could hush tavern braggarts. Some whispered the tower outweighed even the Righteous Alliance.
• Those whispers were not empty. Once, an envious faction dared a midnight raid. By dawn, their banners lay in crimson tatters, every fortress burnt silent.
• Even the Righteous Alliance, quick to trumpet justice, opted for hushed diplomacy rather than clash with the tower. From that moment forward, everyone in the Holy Bastion understood that to cross Myriad Treasure Tower was suicide.