Chapter 328: Master Tietou! Corpse-Bearer! One Punch! Encirclement!
“This vortex of spiritual energy is so thick... surely it means someone has obtained an immortal inheritance! A fortune of this magnitude must not be missed!”
At this time, figures streaked through the air one after another. Not everyone knew the secrets of the Jade Altar Blissful Land, nor that this immortal fortune was connected to the Southern Fire Virtue Star Lord.
But, the heavenly phenomenon just now stirred up by Li Yanchu was far too conspicuous, and it instantly drew countless eyes. Thus, a group of cultivators with surging auras rushed forward like leeches that had smelled blood.
A towering figure charged in great strides, like some ancient beast on the run. It was the genius of the Hu tribal court, Murong Longcheng.
Following close behind was Chen Tianyuan, a once-in-a-century sword genius of the jianghu and a sword cultivator who had slain countless demons and fiends. He too had sensed that dense surge of qi earlier, and he realized that the immortal inheritance had manifested. Though not of the Daoist sects, he was brimming with confidence, and this fortune was one he absolutely had to contest.
Meanwhile, a hideous-faced corpse-bearer, carrying a massive coffin on his back, was much nearer to the alley where Li Yanchu resided. Thus, he was the first to arrive. Without hesitation, the corpse-bearer strode straight toward the door, ready to barge in.
To carry such a massive coffin and still move at a sprint, he clearly possessed tremendous brute strength.
Suddenly, the door was pushed gently open from within. A stern-looking young Daoist with sword-like brows and starry eyes stepped out, the robes on his body billowing in the wind. Behind him followed a cold and stunningly beautiful young woman, her figure graceful and flawless.
In just that short moment, several more figures flew over! Among them, the one with the strongest aura was a hulking monk built like an iron tower. His whole body was faintly glowing, as if forged from steel itself.
Then, the coffin strapped to the back of the corpse-bearer gave a faint creak as a heavy miasma of corpse energy seeped out.
“Hand over the fortune you’ve obtained!” the corpse-bearer growled. His voice was hoarse and grating, as if rusted with iron.
“That’s right!”