The saintess is pregnant, what does that have to do with me, a spoiled brat?

Shen Qingyi gritted her teeth, walked over, and took down the copper oil lamp from the wall.

The lamp handle was icy cold, stained with dried blood from who-knows-how-many years ago. She, the dignified Primordial Saintess, now walked ahead of a spoiled brat, like a lowly maid carrying a lantern.

"Hurry up," Xu Nuo urged from behind, the scabbard lightly tapping against the stone wall.

Shen Qingyi took a deep breath, picked up the lamp, and stepped through the narrow door.

The passageway was as black as ink, and the pale green lights could only illuminate a few feet below. The air was filled with a strong, earthy smell and the pungent odor of mercury.

She sneered inwardly.

Even the elders of the Primordial Holy Land dare not easily venture into the core area of ​​the former dynasty's ruins. No matter how strong Xu Nuo is, he's nothing more than a brute. Wait until he encounters the killing formations inside, then we'll see how he dies.

Xu Nuo followed behind, ignoring what the woman in front was thinking.

His attention is now entirely focused on his right arm.

The raging blood energy transformed from the true blood dragon bone was rampaging through his meridians. The outline of the tenth dragon pattern was becoming clearer and clearer, the dark golden lines breathing beneath his flesh like a living thing.

The power is expanding.

He even felt that even if a peak third-grade expert came, he could smash their head into their skull with a single punch.

We walked forward for about half an incense stick's time.

The passage suddenly opened up, revealing two rows of tall bronze statues on either side. The statues were all of armored warriors with fierce faces, holding rusty halberds in their hands.

Shen Qingyi paused in her steps.

"This is a bronze armor used to guard tombs from the previous dynasty." Her voice tightened. "It contains the vengeful spirits of people who were buried alive with the dead. Once a living person gets close, it will..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Click click click.

The grating sound of metal scraping echoed through the empty passageway.

Suddenly, eerie green flames flickered in the eyes of the two rows of bronze statues. The bronze-armored statue at the front abruptly turned its head, its long halberd whistling through the air as it slashed straight at Shen Qingyi's face.

It was extremely fast, carrying the strength of a third-rank martial artist.

Shen Qingyi's inner energy was sealed, so she couldn't dodge at all. She closed her eyes in despair.

boom!

A large hand reached out from behind, grabbed the back of her collar, and yanked her backward violently.

The long spear slammed into the ground, grazing her nose, and the bluestone slab shattered instantly.

Xu Nuo stepped forward, and without even drawing his black knife from its sheath, swung it around and smashed it into the chest of the bronze-armored man.

boom!

The bronze statue, weighing over a thousand pounds, was dented in its breastplate by the blow and flew backward, crashing into the stone wall behind it and shattering into pieces of bronze.

Before the vengeful spirits inside could even let out a scream, they were directly shattered by the violent blood energy attached to Xu Nuo Dao.

"You talk too much nonsense." Xu Nuo shook her wrist, which was numb from the shock. "Hold your lamp properly."

Shen Qingyi collapsed to the ground, staring at the shattered bronze, her mind buzzing.

The bronze armor guarding the tomb is impervious to swords and spears, and immune to water and fire. The records of the Primordial Holy Land state that when encountering such a thing, one should only use an array to trap it, and never fight it head-on.

He smashed the sword, sheath and all, with one blow?

What kind of monster is this?!

Click click click.

The remaining dozen or so bronze armored figures all awoke, brandishing their weapons and charging towards Xu Nuo.

Xu Nuo grinned.

These iron lumps are a good opportunity to practice.

He didn't draw his sword, but charged straight into the bronze armor.

Fist, elbow, knee.

Each strike was accompanied by a muffled sonic boom. Dark golden energy flowed across his body, and the rusty weapons that struck him didn't even leave a white mark; instead, they were shattered by the shockwave.

In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.

The passageway fell silent.

The ground was littered with twisted bronze fragments.

Xu Nuo dusted herself off and turned to look at Shen Qingyi, who was still sitting on the ground.

"Come on, let me carry you?"

Shen Qingyi got up blankly, picked up the lantern, and continued walking forward.

She had given up hope that the traps in the ruins could kill Xu Nuo. This man was completely unreasonable; all formations and traps were just a pile of scrap metal in his eyes.

At the end of the passage was a huge white jade door.

The stone door was half-closed, and a faint red light shone from inside.

Xu Nuo stepped forward and kicked open the stone door.

The heavy stone door opened with a deafening rumble.

Inside was an extremely spacious underground plaza. The dome was inlaid with luminous pearls, illuminating the entire plaza as if it were daytime.

In the center of the square stands a nine-story altar of white bones.

At the top of the altar, a palm-sized black seal floated. Dense black mist swirled around the seal, and faint dragon roars could be heard emanating from it.

The Imperial Seal of the Former Dynasty.

Below the altar stood an old man in a gray robe.

The old man held a compass in his hand and was chanting incantations, trying to break through the last layer of blood-red light barrier surrounding the altar.

Hearing the sound of the stone door being kicked open, the old man turned around abruptly.

Upon seeing Shen Qingyi carrying an oil lamp, the old man paused for a moment, then his expression changed drastically.

"Qingyi? What are you doing here!" the old man shouted sternly, his gaze sweeping over her disheveled clothes and pale face, finally fixing on Xu Nuo standing behind her.

"Third Elder..." Shen Qingyi's voice was hoarse.

Zhao Wuji, the Third Elder of the Primordial Holy Land. A peak third-grade expert, only one step away from becoming a second-grade grandmaster.

"Who are you?" Zhao Wuji stared at Xu Nuo, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

The two deacons who were left upstairs didn't give any signal, yet this kid managed to sneak in silently and even take the saintess hostage.

"Just passing by." Xu Nuo's gaze passed over Zhao Wuji and landed on the black seal at the top of the altar.

nice one.

The Yin energy contained within that seal was even more concentrated than that of the True Blood Dragon Bone from before. If one were to consume it, the tenth dragon pattern would definitely be fully activated.

"You're courting death!" Zhao Wuji laughed in fury.

He didn't care how this kid got in; daring to ruin the good things of the Primordial Holy Land and humiliate the Holy Maiden, he must die here today.

Zhao Wuji didn't waste any words and immediately took action.

His withered hands suddenly shot out, his five fingers pulsating with true energy, transforming into five sharp cyan sword energies that rushed straight towards Xu Nuo's vital points.

Primordial Void Claw.

Xu Nuo pushed Shen Qingyi away and drew his black knife.

Ding ding ding ding!

The blades clashed with the sword's energy, sparks flying everywhere.

Xu Nuo was so shocked that she took three steps back, and the white jade floor tiles beneath her feet shattered inch by inch.

Peak of the third rank, indeed there's something special about him.

"Kid, you've got some strength. But that's all you can do." Zhao Wuji sneered, his figure moving like a ghost as he pounced on the enemy.

His hands transformed into a myriad of claw shadows, sealing off all of Xu Nuo's escape routes. Each claw shrieked as it tore through the air; a mere glancing blow would result in a laceration.

The promise was not broken.

The ancient dragon soul within him let out a deafening roar.

The tenth dragon pattern lit up.

A violent, dark golden aura burst forth from his body, forming a tangible layer of armor on Xu Nuo's surface.

"Break it!"

Xu Nuo gripped the knife with both hands, neither dodging nor avoiding, and slashed down fiercely amidst the countless claw shadows.

There are no techniques, just pure power.

boom!

The blade's energy and the claw's shadow collided with a deafening roar.

The violent shockwaves caused the surrounding bone altars to tremble precariously.

Zhao Wuji's expression changed drastically.

He felt an overwhelming force surge along the blade, shattering his protective aura.

How is that possible!

How could a mere boy possess such terrifying brute strength!

Zhao Wuji used the momentum to retreat rapidly, trying to create distance.

But he retreated quickly, and promises came even faster.

"Old man, why are you running?"

Xu Nuo followed Zhao Wuji like a shadow, appearing in front of him in an instant.

With a sudden movement of his left hand, he grabbed Zhao Wuji's gray robe.

A ruthless glint flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes. He pointed his right hand like a sword, aiming straight for Xu Nuo's heart.

"Go to hell!"

Xu Nuo didn't dodge at all.

Ding!

Zhao Wuji's finger pierced Xu Nuo's dark gold armor, producing a crisp metallic clang. The finger bone snapped instantly.

"That's it?" Xu Nuo grinned.

With his right hand, he swung the black knife upwards with a fierce motion.

puff.

An arm holding a compass shot skyward. Blood gushed out.

"Ah—!" Zhao Wuji let out a piercing scream.

Xu Nuo gave him no chance to catch his breath, and with a swift turn of the blade, struck Zhao Wuji's knee directly.

Click.

Both knees were shattered.

Zhao Wuji fell to his knees with a thud, his whole body convulsing in pain.

The battle ended too quickly.

From the moment Zhao Wuji made his move until he lost both legs and an arm, only a dozen or so breaths had passed.

Shen Qingyi stood in the corner, the oil lamp in her hand fell to the ground, spilling oil all over the floor.

She stared blankly at the Third Elder kneeling in a pool of blood.

That's a peak third-grade elder! A top-tier expert even in the Primordial Holy Land.

Are they just going to let promises go to waste like cutting melons and vegetables?

Xu Nuo, carrying a blood-dripping black knife, walked up to Zhao Wuji.

"Who...who are you...?" Zhao Wuji's face was full of terror, and his voice trembled.

"The Duke of Zhenguo's mansion grants your request."

Zhao Wuji's pupils suddenly contracted.

The number one playboy in the capital? How is that possible!

"The Primordial Holy Land... will not let you go..." Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth.

"What a coincidence, I had no intention of letting you go either." Xu Nuo raised his knife and brought it down.

A fine head rolled to the ground.

Xu Nuo shook the blood off his sword and sheathed it.

He walked to the altar of bones and looked at the blood-red light curtain.

Zhao Wuji had only cracked half of it, and the light barrier was already very thin.

Xu Nuo raised his right hand, his fist enveloped in dark golden energy, and slammed it hard against the light screen.

Click.

The light curtain shattered like glass.

Xu Nuo reached out and grabbed the black jade seal from the previous dynasty.

The biting cold energy surged into his body through his palm, and the Primordial Dragon Soul roared excitedly, frantically devouring this power.

Xu Nuo contentedly tucked the jade seal into his bosom.

This trip to Xishan was worthwhile.

He turned around and looked at Shen Qingyi, who was huddled in the corner.

Shen Qingyi trembled all over, looking at Xu Nuo as if she were looking at a demon god crawling out of hell.

All her pride and all her scheming were crushed in the face of this man's absolute violence.

Xu Nuo walked up to her and looked down at her.

"Let's go, maid. It's time to return to the capital."

Shen Qingyi did not resist, silently stood up, and followed behind Xu Nuo.

The luminous pearl in the underground plaza still emitted a cold light, illuminating the blood and corpses scattered on the ground. Xu Nuo strode out of the stone gate.