(First Update!)
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On the fifth floor was a huge hall. It looked like a royal palace, solemn and dignified. Orbs glowing with a faint blue light hung from the ceiling of the hall, illuminating it with a mysterious and hazy light.
Jian Wushuang looked straight into the deepest part of the hall with a hint of excitement in his eyes.
There was a huge throne there!
A figure wearing a dark golden black robe was sitting quietly on the throne.
The figure's head was lowered, his long black hair draped over the floor, obscuring his face.
At the foot of the throne, there were six mummified corpses with their mouths wide open, their faces horrified.
"What is this?!"
Jian Wushuang's eyes widened. He flipped his right hand and an ancient parchment appeared.
Jian Wushuang looked at the parchment. On the first page of the parchment, there were seven faces. They were portraits of King Zhufeng's team from 10,000 years ago.
Jian Wushuang put away the sheepskin scroll and looked at the six dried corpses under the throne again. His whole body suddenly trembled.
These six shriveled corpses were the six team members who had followed King Zhufeng to Tai Luo Ruins 10,000 years ago!
Looking at this scene, Jian Wushuang did not know why he felt a strong chill in his heart.
Instinctively, Jian Wushuang wanted to take a step back.
Crack crack crack.
However, at this moment, the purple-golden-robed figure sitting on the throne slowly raised his head.
In an instant, Jian Wushuang's hair stood on end, and an extremely terrifying feeling of horror surged in his heart. It was as if there was a sword on his back, and he felt as if he was facing death.
The figure on the throne slowly raised his head, revealing an old face.
Jian Wushuang's eyes widened when he saw the face.
He was very familiar with this face. It was one of their targets in Tai Luo Ruins, King Zhufeng!
"King Zhufeng, you're not dead?" Jian Wushuang asked in surprise.
"Yeah, how could I be dead?" King Zhufeng's voice was hoarse.
Jian Wushuang's heart sank. For some reason, this King Zhufeng gave him a very strange feeling.
He took a few steps back and prepared to send a message back to the God of Life to inform them that Master Zhufeng was still alive.
However, the result of the message made Jian Wushuang's expression change.
The message was cut off!
It was as if there was an invisible force here that had completely cut off the communication between him and the Divine Palace of Life.
"My child, are you afraid? Why are you stepping back? "King Zhufeng looked at Jian Wushuang with a strange expression.
"Child?" Jian Wushuang frowned.
Clearly, this was not how King Zhufeng addressed him.
He also noticed that as King Zhufeng spoke, he could feel an invisible force coming towards him. It was a gentle force that he yearned for, as if it really came from his father.
"Something's not right!"
Jian Wushuang took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He was very sure that something had happened to King Zhufeng!
"King Zhufeng, what's wrong with them?" Jian Wushuang asked, pointing at the six mummies with his chin.
"Them? Who knows? " King Zhufeng shook his head and stared at Jian Wushuang. "My child, come here. I don't like to talk from so far away." He said in a low voice.
Jian Wushuang was expressionless when he heard that, but he couldn't help but sneer in his heart.
Just as he was about to step out of the palace, a cold harrumph came from outside.
Jian Wushuang saw Qing Xuzi striding into the palace.
"Huh? There's someone else here? "Qing Xuzi raised an eyebrow when he saw King Zhufeng sitting on the throne.
"Here comes another one." King Zhufeng chuckled when he saw Qing Xuzi step into the room.
Vaguely, Jian Wushuang, who had been paying close attention to King Windchaser, saw a hint of ferociousness and greed hidden in his smile.
"Old man, what are you laughing at?" Qing Xuzi's face turned cold when he saw this. Then, he snorted coldly and changed the topic. "Old man, let me ask you something. Do you know how to obtain the items in this hall?"
"You want it?" Feng Zhufeng asked with a smile.
"Of course! Why would I ask you if I don't want them?" Qing Xuzi sneered.
"Alright then. Child, come over here. I'll tell you." King Zhufeng's smile grew even more amiable.
But the uneasiness in Jian Wushuang's heart grew stronger.
"What a load of crap." Qing Xuzi was on high alert. He took a closer look at King Zhufeng. Although King Zhufeng gave him a strange feeling, he could tell that King Zhufeng did not seem to have any strength.
After a moment of silence, Qing Xuzi looked up again. "I don't think you can do anything."
Qing Xuzi walked slowly toward King Zhufeng.
"Yes … That's it. Child, come over here like this … I'll tell you how to get the treasures here." King Zhufeng's voice was filled with desire. Even his lips were trembling with excitement.
Thud.
Qing Xuzi stepped in front of Windchaser King and looked down at him. "Tell me! How do I get the treasures here?" he demanded.
"Alright, alright. Lower your head and I'll tell you right away." King Zhufeng's voice was filled with a strange charm.
Qing Xuzi's expression changed slightly. But before he could do anything, he saw Windchaser King raise his hand and press it down on his head.
Qing Xuzi wanted to dodge but to his horror, he realized that there was an invisible barrier blocking his movement. In the end, King Zhufeng's palm was still on his head.
Copious amounts of blood and divine power were sucked out of King Windchaser's arm and into his body.
Qing Xuzi's body shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye. He let out a blood-curdling scream.
Clang!
Trembling, Qing Xuzi gripped the Awakening Cicada Divine Sword at his waist and slashed it upward.
Bam!
Yet, Feng Zhufeng was able to grab the sword with ease. It was powerful enough to slice through the heavens.
Then, under Qing Xuzi's horrified gaze, King Zhufeng opened his mouth and swallowed the Awakening Cicada Divine Sword inch by inch.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
In just a few breaths, the Awakening Cicada Divine Sword disappeared into King Zhufeng's mouth.
Thud.
Qing Xuzi fell to the ground and turned into a dried corpse. His face was still filled with horror.
A God's Son, the invincible Ultimate Dominator, had died just like that!
"Hehehehe …"
King Zhufeng let go of his hand and let out a low, eerie laugh.
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