My wife who comes from a wealthy family
Chapter 437 - 438: Soul-Calming Nail

Chapter 437: Chapter 438: Soul-Calming Nail

As the black-robed old monk fell, Ye Wudao had cleared out the seventh floor of the Tomb of the North King!

"Too strong!"

"This is the true might of the Young North King!" Zhan Chi and Hubei, two great generals of Beiliang, were incredibly shocked.

Such is the difference between a king and his generals!

Right at that moment, a fierce clamor of battle suddenly erupted from the floors above.

"It seems many bandits have already headed upstairs!" Ye Wudao’s eyes were piercingly cold, as the Tomb of the North King had nine floors, filled with a vast amount of treasures!

The higher one goes, the more precious the treasures!

The funeral goods left by my father shall not be sullied by others!

Ye Wudao immediately sprang into action.

"Quick, follow!" Hubei and the others swiftly followed suit.

The eighth floor of the Tomb of the North King.

This place harbored weapons, Spirit Pills, marvelous medicines left by the North King, countless in number!

At least hundreds of Martial Artists with bloodshot eyes were fighting ferociously, scrambling for treasures!

"This sword is mine!"

"No one is allowed to compete with me for it!"

"I’ll kill you for it!"

Even the weakest of the Martial Artists who made it to the eighth floor were above the Fifth Grade Battle Spirit level.

At that very moment, Ye Wudao thundered in anger: "Stop!"

Hundreds of fiercely battling Martial Artists turned their heads one after another to look in the distance.

Ye Wudao stood in a white robe, emanating a terrifying aura of slaughter.

"Who could it be but the son of the North King!"

"Heh, this kid must be ticked off seeing us robbing his dead old man’s tomb for treasures!"

Just then, a red-haired great man leading at the Ninth Grade Battle Spirit level stepped forward and mocked, "You brat, your dead old dad left behind so many treasures, we’ll take care of them for you!"

"Hahaha!" Laughter echoed from many of the surrounding Martial Artists.

"Those who violate my father’s tomb, die without mercy!" Ye Wudao’s eyes were like ice.

The leading red-haired man fiercely threw away a bottle of elixir he had seized, his eyes filled with a murderous intent: "Kill this kid!!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Numerous high-level combatants of the Sixth Grade Battle Spirit and above swarmed towards Ye Wudao, among them were not a few of the Seventh and even Eighth Grade, with their numbers totaling in the hundreds!

"It’s over, so many enemies!" Hubei trembled with fear.

"Move to assist!" Zhan Chi gritted his teeth.

Just then, Shannu suddenly extended his hand and said, "This is the Young North King’s family affair; it doesn’t need outsiders to handle."

Zhan Chi paused, his gaze turning to Ye Wudao, surrounded by all, and said with grave seriousness, "But with so many people, even a peak Battle Spirit level fighter would be in mortal peril!"

"Ye Wudao, you can join your dead old dad in burial!"

"Kill him, and take his head to the royal family for money!" All the Martial Artists had faces twisted with savagery.

Ye Wudao’s eyes were frosty as he gazed at the Martial Artists circling to kill him, grasped the Beiwang Blade single-handedly, and swung it fiercely.

"Dragon Slaying Blade Technique!"

Boom!

A terrifying blade light encompassed with overwhelming murderous aura swept across in every direction!

"Ahh!"

"Ahh!!"

The might of a single strike inflicted death or injury on nearly a hundred Martial Artists!

The entire place was stunned!

"Damn, is this the true strength of the Young North King? Has he already surpassed the Battle Spirit level?" Zhan Chi’s pupils constricted, as killing fifty Battle Spirit level fighters with one blow was not within the capabilities of even peak Battle Spirit level fighters.

"This is why I didn’t let you take action," Shannu said with a faint smile, stating, "The Tomb of the North King has been trespassed upon; naturally, it is for the family to resolve!"

Zhan Chi, his face flushed with the heat of battle, shouted, "Young North King, kill them all!"

"Kill!" Hubei roared.

"Kill!"

"Kill!" Shannu and Enu said simultaneously.

Ye Wudao, with the Beiwang Blade in hand, stood as if he commanded the force of thousands of troops and declared, "Those who disturb my father’s tomb, die without mercy!"

Thunderous boom!

A loud sound echoed, and the rest of the Martial Artists were all slain in an instant, without a single survivor.

Only the solitary Ninth Grade Battle Spirit level red-haired man remained, his legs quivering uncontrollably as if in a frenzy.

"Dead, all, all dead!"

Seeing Ye Wudao on the opposite side, the red-haired man completely lacked the will to fight, and with a ’thud,’ he knelt to the ground, knocking his head on the floor in a frantic plea for mercy: "Ye Wudao, no, I mean the Young North King, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have attempted the North King’s Tomb, please spare my life!"

Thump!

Ye Wudao swung his blade, and a head flew far off into the distance.

When Ye Wudao forcefully cleared the eighth level of the Tomb of the North King, only the final level remained!

Just then, a woman’s cry for help suddenly rang out next to Ye Wudao’s ear.

"Not good, that’s Seventh Sister’s voice!" Ye Wudao’s face changed, and he immediately headed to the last level of the Tomb of the North King!

...

The ninth level of the Tomb of the North King!

Dozens of royal powerhouses gathered in front of a mysterious purple-gold coffin, all of them visibly excited.

"Is this the Tomb of the North King?"

"There must be treasures buried inside!"

The leading figure, with a greedy look in his eyes, commanded, "Open the coffin!"

At that moment, Wenren Xingzhu stood in front of the crowd, protecting the coffin of the North King behind her; "Do not touch the great North King’s coffin!"

"Move aside!"

"Don’t think I won’t kill you!" A number of royal powerhouses said coldly.

"You bandits of the royal clan, it’s not enough to steal the treasures from the Tomb of the North King, you even want to dig up the North King’s coffin, are you still human?" Wenren Xingzhu exclaimed angrily.

"Wenren Xingzhu, you can’t even save yourself, and you still have the energy to care about a dead person?" Dragon Blade said with a ferocious smile, gesturing with his hand, "Destroy this coffin!"

Bang!

Bang!

The royal experts attacked the North King’s coffin with a vicious look on their faces, yet the mysterious coffin remained unscathed.

"Damn it, what’s going on?"

"This damn coffin is too strong!" The group of royal experts were at a loss.

Just then, an old man said, "Lord Dragon Blade, if I’m not mistaken, the North King’s coffin can’t be opened with ordinary methods! Look, there are four purple nails on it!"

Dragon Blade looked towards the North King’s coffin and, sure enough, saw four purple nails embedded, exuding an overwhelming evil aura.

"These are the legendary Soul Calming Nails!" Dragon Blade’s pupils shrank.

The Soul Calming Nails could suppress the souls of warrior kings!

"How do we remove the Soul Calming Nails?" Dragon Blade asked.

"The Soul Calming Nails are filled with extreme evil, and only with the blood of the purest virgin can it be neutralized," his subordinate replied.

A virgin!

"We’re all a bunch of grown men, where are we going to find a virgin?"

"Exactly!"

Suddenly, Dragon Blade’s gaze settled on Wenren Xingzhu nearby, revealing a lecherous smile. "Isn’t this just perfect, the disciple of the North King’s Queen, the Miss of Beiliang, Wenren Xingzhu!"

Swish!

Dragon Blade moved swiftly, the next moment, he had his hand around Wenren Xingzhu’s swan-like neck.

"Let, let me go!" Wenren Xingzhu’s delicate body shook continuously, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

Dragon Blade placed his finger on Wenren Xingzhu’s red lips, and a trace of the virgin’s blood appeared on his hand.

"Bang!" Dragon Blade released his grip, placing the blood-stained finger on the Soul Calming Nail.

In an instant, the Soul Calming Nail came off!

"Haha, it really works!" Dragon Blade exclaimed in joy, having obtained a Soul Calming Nail, his eyes filled with intense excitement.

This was a weapon capable of killing warrior kings!

He had absolutely hit the jackpot!

Quickly, Dragon Blade obtained all four Soul Calming Nails!

"You, you royal bandits, despicable and shameless!" Wenren Xingzhu was furious, saying, "I will make known to the world your thievery of the North King’s coffin!"

As she spoke, Wenren Xingzhu turned to leave.

"Think you can leave?" Dragon Blade’s eyes playful, "Miss Wenren, do you think you can really get away?"

A group of royal powerhouses surrounded her with an unsavory look, eyes lecherous and greedy.

"What, what do you want to do?" Wenren Xingzhu’s face turned pale as she gripped the Jade Maiden Sword in her hand.

"Miss, you’re so beautiful, we really can’t bear to kill you!"

"Lord Dragon Blade, before this ultimate beauty dies, can your brothers have a little fun?" a man suggested with a lewd face.

Playing with the invaluable Soul Calming Nails in his hand, Dragon Blade said in a good mood, "Hurry up, we still need to open the North King’s coffin after this, that’s the main event!"

With Dragon Blade’s promise, all the royal powerhouses charged at Wenren Xingzhu like starved wolves.

"This is the number one beauty of Beiliang!"

"Tsk, tsk, look at that body and little face, this superb body, I’m in love!"

"She’s mine!"

"You disgusting men, don’t touch me!" Wenren Xingzhu swung her sword relentlessly in defense, but overwhelmed by numbers, she was quickly struck down to the ground.

"No, don’t!" Wenren Xingzhu’s beautiful eyes filled with despair as a single teardrop glistened.

Just then, a roar like that of a battle dragon rose; "Stop!"