Chapter 230 If You Don’t Want To, Then Die (1)

The wind blade was as fast as lightning.

It really is like lightning.

Bai Yuan and the gravekeeper were originally more than ten feet apart, which was neither long nor short. Although Bai Yuan did not expect that the gravekeeper would attack as soon as he said so and his reaction was a little slow, the speed of the wind blade was really impressive. As soon as the attack was made, it was already in front of Bai Yuan in an instant.

Bai Yuan was a magician, but he had never seen such a swift and sharp wind blade. It was dozens of times faster than an ordinary wind blade, making this wind blade have a destructive power comparable to that of a secondary forbidden spell. Even with Bai Yuan's strength, he could only barely move sideways.

The next moment, there was a hissing sound, and the wind blade whistled past Bai Yuan's ear, and a few strands of silver-white hair fell from the air.

At that moment, Bai Yuan's pupils contracted and goose bumps appeared on his skin.

I thought that after absorbing the Heart of Angel and even breaking through the legendary eight stars, my strength would be unmatched in this world. But who could have thought that in this Temple of Dusk, an old man would just come out and have the strength to completely crush me.

At that moment, Bai Yuan really smelled the breath of death.

The charming little face turned pale in an instant, but when Bai Yuan looked towards the old man's location again, he was shocked to find that the old man had disappeared without a trace at some point, and the place where he had originally been was empty.

Bai Yuan felt a chill in his heart and thought to himself that something was wrong.

At this moment, a sharp sound of wind breaking through the air suddenly came from behind.

The old man had appeared behind Bai Yuan at some point, and he swung the rusty shovel in his hand and hit Bai Yuan on the back of the head.

The shovel was not moving very fast, and its falling speed could even be described as slow.

However, every inch of falling was accompanied by a heavier breath.

The surrounding space seemed to become distorted because of this. Right where the shovel fell, traces like water flows gradually appeared around it and lasted for a long time.

Bai Yuan was shocked. This old man was very powerful. Although he used some minor magic that was not good enough, it could generate earth-shattering power. If the shovel from behind really hit her, not to mention her head, even her whole body would be turned into minced meat in an instant.

At that moment, Bai Yuan tried to dodge.

But just as this thought arose in her mind, she found that her legs seemed to be completely out of control. They were rooted to the ground and would not move no matter how hard she tried to move them.

Some invisible pressure seemed to have formed a powerful blockade against her from all directions, fixing her in place.

A thought suddenly occurred to Bai Yuan: This time, I'm afraid I'm really going to die here! But at this moment, Bai Yuan saw a figure appear beside him in a flash.

The next moment...

clang!

Boom! A violent roar suddenly spread in the imperial mausoleum. The sound was like the explosion of a huge bell. In an instant, everyone's mind was buzzing, and their minds were almost turned into chaos.

It's Ron.

At this moment, Ron had completely changed into a different appearance. Golden dragon scales densely grew on Ron's body, spreading all the way to his neck. His arms were completely covered with dragon scales, and his hands turned into golden dragon claws.

Ever since he guessed that the gravekeeper might be a puppet of fate, Ron no longer dared to look down on this old man in tattered linen clothes.

Puppets of fate do not have the shackles that fate has added to the creatures of this world. Their strength is unimaginably strong. What's more, this old thing has lived for at least 8,000 years. If the gravekeeper has not been replaced since the birth of the Twilight Dynasty, then the length of his life is even more unimaginable. Ron did not dare to carry even a little bit of his life span of just a few thousand or nearly ten thousand years.

It is said that a thousand-year-old turtle is worth ten thousand years old. No one knows how terrifying an old turtle like this would be when its full strength is unleashed. That's why Ron directly turned into a half-dragon on his way over and met the enemy in his strongest state.

But even so, Ron still underestimated the gravekeeper.

When Ron's dragon claw collided with the shovel, Ron felt an unprecedented force suddenly penetrate through his arm and his whole body. It was not a shovel at all, but more like a Dulles Mountain Range.

Who would have thought that this gravekeeper was just a wizard, yet his power was so terrifying.

Ron's legs went weak and he almost fell to his knees.

The surging pressure penetrated into his feet, and Ron's whole body sank halfway at this moment. His calves were completely immersed in the hard ground below, and dense cracks suddenly appeared on the floor paved with boulders.

That’s not all. With a puff, the blood vessels on Ron’s arm burst, and countless blood mists dispersed from the dragon scales. Blood flowed out and fell to the ground through the gaps in the dragon scales.

The pair of dragon claws were covered with cracks and were almost broken.

Immediately afterwards, a violent impact spread out in all directions.

The entire imperial mausoleum was instantly filled with smoke and dust, and countless chains as thick as thighs were shaking violently and rattling in the air. Many coffins nearby were clanging and shaking. The surging impact spread to the surrounding stone walls like a tsunami, immediately cutting out strange gaps. It seemed that all the surrounding stone walls had been scraped off more than one layer.

And this was just a light attack by the gravekeeper. If this guy really used all his strength, what kind of damage would it cause? This was not something he could fight against right now.

In a flash, this thought emerged in Ron's mind.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Ron is not the kind of fool who is ignorant of death and does things even though he knows it is impossible.

"Huh? You little kid are quite interesting. You can actually withstand the old man's shovel." A look of surprise finally appeared on the gravekeeper's wrinkled face.

As a tomb keeper... although he is not the first generation of tomb keeper, he has been guarding this imperial tomb for more than 10,000 years.

Although he is a man favored by destiny, he is not immortal.

In the Dusk Temple, eight thousand years of sun and moon have exhausted his lifespan. Now the only thing he is concerned about is to find a suitable person to inherit his mantle.

Apart from the Dusk Clan, this was the first time he had seen such a powerful being. The little girl had already delighted the gravekeeper, who thought she was a good candidate to inherit his legacy, but who would have thought that this boy seemed to be more talented. Although the shovel just now was just a casual move, its destructive power was definitely not to be underestimated. Who would have thought that this person could actually withstand it?

"Little kid, you're good. Are you interested in inheriting my legacy..." The gravekeeper smiled again on his wrinkled old face and asked Ron.

Are you kidding me? I'm going to inherit your legacy.

What's the point of being a gravekeeper? Even if you have a lifespan of 8,000 years, you will just stay here with the coffin.

What's the difference between these eight thousand years of life and a cage? Ron doesn't want to waste his best years on such things.

"Father, you really know how to joke." Ron spat out a mouthful of blood and grinned.

"Really? If you don't want to, then go die." The gravekeeper had no intention of forcing anyone. If you are willing to agree, he will accept you as his apprentice. If you don't want to agree, he will kill you. It was so straightforward and there was no drag at all.

There are so many talented people in this world, and we don't need one or two more. At worst, we can look for more. We will always meet some suitable candidates.

As he thought about it, he raised the shovel in his hand and hit Ron on the forehead.

Chapter 1 is here.

(End of this chapter)