Chapter 521: The Hunt
Deep within the inner perimeter of the ruins, inside an underground stone chamber that had been relatively well preserved, all was now in utter disarray, with killing intent filling the air.
The dark jade flooring had been shattered for the greater part, and the air was thick with the heavy smell of blood, making it clear a vicious brawl had just erupted here.
At the center of the chamber, two half-person-tall ancient bronze boxes sat quietly on a stone platform.
Anyone could see at a glance that something precious must be hidden within those two boxes.
To the left of the stone platform, Ajara, a Third Revolution Grandmaster from the Kingdom of Kangju, stood with his curved saber held at the ready. A deep gash on his left arm that cut down to the bone was seeping blood steadily, and the flesh surrounding the wound had already turned black.
The hand gripping his curved saber had tendons bulging visibly, and the True Origin of a Third Revolution Grandmaster burst outward without restraint, causing the surrounding fragments of stone to vibrate and hover faintly in the air.
At his feet lay a corpse already cold.
It was his younger brother, a Second Revolution Grandmaster of the Kingdom of Kangju, Subira.
The savage gaping wound in the corpse's chest was a gruesome sight, leaving no doubt that death had been total.