Chapter 116: Entering the Tomb

Three days later.

The appointed day had arrived.

King Yusha stood at the forefront, with Mofeng Lie leading the team. Fifty disciples of the Black Demon Sect were fully prepared and ready to set out.

Among them were Jun Wushuang and Ye Xiao.

Jun Wushuang wore a black robe, exuding an air of mystery.

In these past three days, his strength had surged after refining the sinister death energy within King Yusha’s body. He broke through once again, reaching the second level of the Celestial Human Realm.

Yet, despite this advancement, his power remained at the bottom tier.

The Black Demon Sect’s team consisted of forty Marquis realm experts and ten Celestial Human Realm warriors.

Apart from Jun Wushuang, the rest were all at the ninth level of the Celestial Human Realm.

To assemble such a lineup, the Great Qian Dynasty had to gather the royal family, the four great clans, and the two major martial academies, while the Black Demon Sect was merely a branch.

This alone revealed the immense power and terror of the Black Demon Sect!

“Set out!”

King Yusha wasted no words; everything that needed to be said had already been addressed.

Everyone knew the goal of this expedition.

Jun Wushuang remained silent, following the group as they flew toward the familiar Jiangning City.

At this very moment,

Jiangning City was bustling with shadows and figures.

The Great Qian Dynasty’s forces had already arrived.

Led by Prince Zhen Nan, Jiang Hongru, with the heads of the four great clans as his deputies.

Among the fifty adventurers entering the tomb, one spot was missing.

It was Jun Wushuang’s place.

However, Jun Wushuang’s gaze was drawn instead to a golden figure.

Not only Jun Wushuang, but all eyes converged on this golden silhouette.

It was as if he was the center of the world, the focus of all attention.

This was a young man,

Appearing to be no more than twenty years old.

Yet his aura was extraordinary, his face sharply defined, his entire form towering like a heavenly god.

His eyes could attract countless beams of light.

His hands were clasped behind his back, his spine straight, as if a long spear was embedded within his body, piercing through the heavens.

His entire being seemed capable of penetrating the cosmos, his aura compelling onlookers to kneel in deep reverence.

Clad in a golden prince’s python robe, he resembled a true dragon emperor, surpassing even the Great Qian Emperor in demeanor.

An invisible dragon’s roar echoed, shaking the heavens and earth, startling all who heard it.

“Jiang Rulong!”

Jun Wushuang’s eyes narrowed slightly as he instantly recognized the golden figure.

The Crown Prince Jiang Rulong!

Bearer of the Dragon Blood Sacred Body!

A ninth-level Marquis realm powerhouse!

Ranked one hundred and first on the Heavenly Prodigy List—an unparalleled prodigy.

Compared to him, not to mention the four great prodigies of the imperial capital, even Mofeng Lie appeared greatly inferior.

Standing there, he seemed the very center of the world.

To all observers, he appeared as a golden divine dragon.

Noble!

Sacred!

Powerful!

Such was the impression he left.

Among the Black Demon Sect, many disciples displayed fear.

Defeatist before battle!

Even Mofeng Lie’s face was grim, unusually grave.

Clearly, he regarded Jiang Rulong as a formidable enemy beyond compare.

Yet Jiang Rulong stood with hands behind his back, looking down on all.

He ignored the crowd, his gaze fixed solely on the tomb’s entrance.

Whether the Great Qian Dynasty’s prodigies or the Black Demon Sect’s warriors, to him they were nothing.

No one was worthy of his regard.

Yet no one thought him arrogant; rather, it seemed only natural.

A divine dragon soaring in the heavens need not concern itself with ants scurrying below!

“Is this the Great Qian Crown Prince? So powerful—I feel I lack the courage even to meet his gaze.”

“The Great Qian Crown Prince has long been famed, but I never imagined him so terrifying. Before him, we are mere insignificant ants, utterly powerless.”

“We’re in trouble now. The Crown Prince is too strong—perhaps even Lord Mozi can’t match him.”

The disciples of the Black Demon Sect trembled in awe, overwhelmed by Jiang Rulong’s might.

Such an adversary filled them with despair.

King Yusha’s expression darkened.

Jiang Rulong’s arrival had directly suppressed the Black Demon Sect’s morale.

Yet he could not intervene, for doing so would bring even graver consequences.

Among those present,

the only one seemingly unaffected was Jun Wushuang.

Though Jiang Rulong was strong, to Jun Wushuang he was merely ordinary.

He had encountered countless geniuses like rivers flowing eastward and faced innumerable formidable opponents.

Not to mention that Jiang Rulong possessed only the Dragon Blood Sacred Body—Jun Wushuang had even slain true divine dragons before.

Jun Wushuang’s gaze swept over the Great Qian Dynasty’s forces.

Besides Jiang Rulong, he recognized many familiar faces.

Bei Mingye and Ximen Xue were among them, occupying seats from the Royal Martial Academy, standing now beside Dongfang Ming.

He also spotted Nangong Xiong and Dongfang Tianlang.

Jun Wushuang had slain Dongfang Li and Nangong Tianxuan; with these two, enmity ran deep and unforgiving.

Should fate allow during the tomb exploration, Jun Wushuang would show no mercy.

“The third and fifth princes have also arrived!”

Jun Wushuang shifted his gaze again, recognizing two more familiar figures—the princes he had met during the Lingchi baptism.

Besides them,

Jun Wushuang also saw Ling Qianxue.

She was a follower of Jiang Rulong and would enter the tomb alongside them.

Among these acquaintances, except for Bei Mingye and Ximen Xue whose allegiances were uncertain, the rest were considered enemies.

Jun Wushuang remained calm, committing these details to memory.

“Has Mr. Jun not arrived yet?”

Jiang Hongru’s heart grew anxious as his gaze repeatedly swept toward the outskirts.

His spiritual awareness encompassed the entire city but detected no sign of Jun Wushuang.

Jun Wushuang had left earlier and should have arrived long ago.

Yet now he had still not appeared—could something have happened?

Jiang Hongru’s worry deepened, but he was stretched too thin.

He had once searched Water River Town, but the Jun family had already departed, and he could find no trace of Jun Wushuang.

With the tomb’s opening imminent, if Jun Wushuang did not arrive soon, he would miss the chance.

“Your Highness, the time is nearly up!” Nangong Qing transmitted urgently.

“Wait a little longer!”

Jiang Hongru wished to stall a bit more.

However, the Black Demon Sect refused to wait.

Eventually, Jiang Hongru had no choice.

“Mingde, you’ll fill the extra spot!”

Since Jun Wushuang remained absent, it was certain he would not make it in time.

To avoid wasting a place, Jiang Hongru appointed his son, Jiang Mingde, to take it.

Jiang Mingde dared not refuse and nodded in agreement.

The tomb’s entrance was located where the Wanbao Pavilion branch once stood.

At this moment, Prince Zhen Nan and King Yusha combined their efforts to open the passage.

A chilling, poisonous mist immediately seeped out, evoking dread in all who beheld it.

Swish!

A golden figure shot forth first into the tomb.

It was Jiang Rulong himself!

Confident in his strength, he disregarded the dangers within, charging straight to the main burial chamber to seize the Ten Thousand Poisons Demon Pearl.

“The Ten Thousand Poisons Demon Pearl is mine; no one shall take it from me!”

Mofeng Lie followed swiftly, dashing into the tomb.

Soon, one hundred warriors from the Great Qian Dynasty and the Black Demon Sect stormed into the tomb, vying for the treasure, battling for the Ten Thousand Poisons Demon Pearl.

Thus, this fierce contest of power officially began!