Chapter 569: “Murong Longcheng, the Pride of the Grasslands! Peerless Divine Arrows! Terrifying White Light, Magical Duel!”
About two hours passed. The terrifying, labored breathing that had filled the hall vanished. The sudden silence was almost frightening in its intensity. The grand hall was completely empty, except for a single figure standing there, his features indistinct.
Though called a “grand hall,” the opulent chamber was actually the entrance to an enormous cavern! The cavern was intimidatingly vast, and the chairs inside were enormous, as if made for giants.
A normal person stepping inside would immediately feel small and insignificant, as though they had entered the realm of colossal gods and demons.
At that moment, a sound came from outside the hall.
A burly young man appeared, his eyes a dark golden hue, his muscles coiled and powerful. He stopped before the hall.
His thick brows and wide eyes gave him a commanding presence. His attire was unlike that of the Central Plains; it marked him as a member of a nomadic grassland tribe.
Strapped across his back was a massive bow, black and gleaming, the material unknown, yet somehow exuding a deadly aura. In addition to the bow, two short spears were slung across his back, sharp and designed for throwing.
Before entering the hall, the young man frowned slightly.
“Such a strong demonic aura... Could this be the burial place of the Shituo Kingdom’s rulers?” he murmured.
Suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind, “The three great rulers of the Shituo Kingdom, as well as the Lion Demon and the Elephant Demon, have already fallen. But the Golden-Winged Roc remains unaccounted for; it is very likely still alive. If this place belongs to the Lion Demon or the Elephant Demon, it can be contested. But if it’s the Golden-Winged Roc... you must leave immediately.”
The voice was cold, majestic, and unshakably powerful, resonant like a mountain.
The young man bowed slightly in respect. “Thank you for your guidance, senior.”