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Chapter 432 - 433 The Legacy of the Northern King

Chapter 432: Chapter 433 The Legacy of the Northern King

Boom!

Ye Wudao heavily fell to the ground.

Pain!

Such pain!

Ye Wudao clutched his head, his gaze sweeping around.

This was an enclosed room, filled with an aura of slaughter, and pervaded by a sense of eeriness.

"Where is this?" Ye Wudao felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Son of North King, this is the North King’s Inheritance Room. Anyone who enters here will have their strength suppressed to below the level of a Spirit Warrior!" Shannu appeared behind Ye Wudao.

"Heh heh, this will also be your burial ground!" Enu crossed his arms, his face cold and sinister.

Suddenly, a boiling blood pool in front caught Ye Wudao’s eye.

"Eh, what’s that?" Ye Wudao’s eyes were filled with curiosity.

"Heh heh, that is the Flood Dragon Blood Pool, created by Lord North King with all his life’s effort!" Shannu explained with a smile.

What?

Flood Dragon Blood Pool!

Ye Wudao’s mouth fell open in disbelief, "It couldn’t be made from the blood of a flood dragon, could it?"

"Correct! This blood pool was indeed made with the blood of a flood dragon. Lord North King once killed a battle king-level evil flood dragon!" Shannu said with a faint smile, continuing to explain;

"Moreover, the North King added some eight hundred of the world’s most precious herbs to this Flood Dragon Blood Pool. Even the most ordinary martial artist, after being cleansed by the blood pool, would come to possess a body as tough as bronze and iron. If it’s a Spirit Warrior, once they receive the blood pool’s baptism, they will directly step into the battle king level!"

Boom!

Upon hearing this, Ye Wudao was struck as if by lightning, his face filled with excitement!

Old dad is too crazy!

"Wait a minute!" Ye Wudao suddenly paused, his gaze doubtfully shifting between Shannu and Enu; "Why don’t you covet the Flood Dragon Blood Pool?"

"Heh heh, our bodies are cursed, if we dare covet the Flood Dragon Blood Pool, we will explode and die!" Shannu explained.

"That old immortality of North King, even in death he makes us serve him eternally as tomb servants!" Enu’s eyes glinted venomously.

So that’s how it is!

Ye Wudao suddenly understood.

"What should I do?" Ye Wudao asked.

"Heh heh, do you see the steps at your feet?" Shannu spoke.

Ye Wudao looked down and to his surprise, found there were nine steps leading to the Flood Dragon Blood Pool.

"I see them, just nine steps!" Ye Wudao said.

"Heh heh, just walk over them!" Shannu said.

What?

Ye Wudao was stunned!

That was way too simple!

Even a three-year-old child could do it!

"Senior, isn’t this trial too simple? What was father thinking?" Ye Wudao couldn’t help asking.

"Simple? Heh heh, there are nine steps to the Flood Dragon Blood Pool, also known as the ’Nine Steps to Heaven.’" Shannu spoke.

"Brat, if you can make it to the third step, consider it your win!" Enu scoffed.

Whoosh!

Ye Wudao adjusted himself to his best condition and took a step forward.

In that instant, a terrible sense of danger rapidly enveloped Ye Wudao!

No good!

The sense of crisis grew stronger and stronger!

Even Ye Wudao, who had experienced hundreds and thousands of battles, couldn’t help but heighten his vigilance at this moment.

Just then, a white whirlwind suddenly appeared in front of Ye Wudao, carrying terrifying power, shooting towards him like lightning.

"Is that a Gang Wind?" Ye Wudao’s pupils constricted, he laughed bitterly; "Senior Shannu, why didn’t you tell me earlier?"

"Heh heh, all of this was arranged by North King!" Shannu said with a faint smile.

"Cackle, you tender-skinned kid, the fearsome Gang Wind will tear you to shreds!" Enu ridiculed.

Back at Kunlun, he had witnessed the fearsomeness of Gang Wind at the top of a valley!

Gang Wind is the sharpest wind in the world, capable of tearing apart even the sharpest of mountaintops in an instant!

But Gang Wind has different levels!

White is the weakest, followed by blue, gold is powerful, and black is the most terrifying!

In legends, there is even a kind of Gang Wind that is purple, possessing the power to destroy heaven and earth!

Ye Wudao had heard that his master once cultivated with purple Gang Wind at Kunlun.

Of course, that was just a legend, Ye Wudao had never seen it with his own eyes!

But time waits for no one, the white Gang Wind was drawing closer and closer to Ye Wudao.

Ye Wudao was just about to draw out his Beiwang Blade when he suddenly found it to be as heavy as ten thousand jin, nearly impossible to unsheathe.

"Damn it, what’s happening?" Ye Wudao’s face changed.

"Inside the North King’s Inheritance Room, all weapons are ineffective!" Shannu spoke.

Fuck!

Ye Wudao’s face changed!

Old dad’s move was too ruthless!

Wait a minute!

Master once cultivated with black Gang Wind!

My father’s inheritance chamber also forbids me from using weapons!

What they imply is, they want me not to rely on weapons, right?

True strength lies within oneself!

"I understand!" Ye Wudao’s eyes revealed a determined resolve.

Facing the white Gang-style wind, Ye Wudao showed no fear.

Bang!

The white Gang-style wind was ferocious, like a steel blade scraping against Ye Wudao’s body.

In an instant, a terrifying wound appeared on his body, blood flowing!

"This pain, I can bear it!" Ye Wudao said calmly, looking at the wound on his arm.

In contrast, the benevolent servant showed a slight surprise; "Not bad, he can actually withstand the white Gang-style wind. You know, a normal Battle Spirit level Martial Artist would die upon contact!"

"Hehe, it’s just the weakest white Gang-style wind! There are much more dangerous ones ahead!" The malevolent servant said mockingly.

Ye Wudao continued to take the second step.

At that moment, dozens of white Gang-style winds suddenly attacked, striking at Ye Wudao like lightning in a cross pattern.

"Damn, so many Gang-style winds!" Ye Wudao’s pupils shrank, feeling immense pressure.

Bang!

Bang!

The white Gang-style winds furiously attacked Ye Wudao, as if they wanted to tear him apart.

Ye Wudao’s body was now covered with dozens of bloody cuts.

The pain doubled!

"Kid, the third step is very dangerous! You’ll still have time to regret it now." The benevolent soul suddenly spoke up.

"Brat, the third step is when the real trial begins!" the malevolent servant sneered; "You might as well give up. I really don’t want to see your body riddled with holes because I would disdain to take possession of it then!"

"Nonsense!"

Ye Wudao sneered and boldly took the third step!

In that moment, Ye Wudao felt as if his legs were infused with the pressure of iron clamps, and his whole body was exceedingly heavy!

A mountainous force pressed down hard on Ye Wudao!

"My body is being suppressed!" Ye Wudao’s face changed.

Just then, a piercing whistling sound came from ahead, and a green Gang-style wind struck.

Ye Wudao’s pupils shrank, and his eyes widened; "That, that’s a green Gang-style wind!"

The green Gang-style wind was the nightmare of every Martial Artist!

Even a fifth-grade Battle Spirit powerhouse couldn’t withstand a single blow from the green Gang-style wind!

Spurt!

Ye Wudao spat out blood, his body suffering a direct hit from the green Gang-style wind. A terrifying wound immediately appeared on his chest, bleeding profusely.

"It hurts so much!" Ye Wudao felt excruciating pain, like being stabbed with a sword by the attack from the green Gang-style wind. Even more lethal was the endless pressure suppressing his body, making movement difficult.

"Just give up!" said the benevolent soul.

"Youngster, even if you can withstand this strike, how will you endure the next attacks from the green Gang-style winds?" the malevolent servant mocked.

Ye Wudao blocked out all the noise.

Whew!

He took a deep breath!

Ye Wudao’s eyes were bright, his mind undisturbed!

"The fourth step!"

As Ye Wudao took the step, four terrifying green Gang-style winds appeared all around, like four ferocious beasts savagely tearing at Ye Wudao.

"Ah!" Ye Wudao’s face turned white with pain, his body bearing four terrible wounds down to the bone, his body trembling.

This was only the fourth step, still more than half the distance from the Flood Dragon Blood Pool!

The thought of giving up even surfaced in Ye Wudao’s mind!

The further he went, the more painful it was!

The Gang-style winds became more numerous!

The pressure grew greater!

Give up?

No!

"Heaven’s tasks grant toughness to the capable!"

"One must endure bitter trials, exert their muscles and bones, and starve their body and skin!"

Ye Wudao’s eyes turned blood red, he gritted his teeth and said, "No difficulty will defeat me. I must become stronger!!"

Ye Wudao gritted his teeth and forcefully took the fifth step!

"Hiss, he actually took the fifth step!" The benevolent servant was shocked.

"Hmph, I did indeed misjudge! I didn’t expect this tender-faced kid to make it to the fifth step!" The malevolent servant also appeared surprised, then mockingly said, "Too bad, the real danger is just beginning!"

The moment Ye Wudao took the fifth step, dozens of green Gang-style winds, sharp as sickles and as cutting as knives, mercilessly attacked him within the room.

Bang!

Bang!

Ye Wudao vomited blood, his body crashing heavily to the ground.

"He’s dead!" The benevolent servant sighed softly.

"Ah, such a pity for such a young and good body! If I took possession, I would surely maximize the value of this body!" The blood servant lamented sorrowfully.

"Still thinking about possession? If no one can pass the test, we tomb servants will be trapped in the North King’s Tomb forever!" The benevolent servant spoke, suddenly his pupils contracted in horror; "He, he’s still alive!"