Chapter 1 Candle Dragon Crescent Blade

The Zhulong Yanyue Blade hovered between Xing Luohao's eyebrows.

Xing Luohao was soaked in cold sweat, and fear drove a foul-smelling liquid to flow from his trouser leg.

Under the shadow of death, he had even seen his long-deceased great-grandfather smiling at him.

Qiao Yu, on the other hand, frowned as he looked at Xing Luoshuang, who was lying in the pit.

"How do you know about the inheritor?"

Qiao Yu was certain that Xing Luoshuang couldn't be the inheritor. If two people with Nether Energy were so close, they would sense each other.

"I can know because another inheritor told me, and he's here in the Corpse Mountain!"

Xing Luoshuang's next sentence was even more shocking.

Since getting his Nether Energy value to 50% at Hermes' place, Qiao Yu hadn't found a chance to increase it.

The news provided by Xing Luoshuang was like sending charcoal in the snow.

"Tell me where that person is, and I, Ma Fei, guarantee I'll let you go," Qiao Yu said.

"No! I don't trust you. I'll take you to find him!"

Xing Luoshuang was obviously not stupid and didn't believe Qiao Yu at all.

"Alright! But there's another question." Qiao Yu narrowed his eyes. "How do you know I'm an inheritor?"

"The aura on you is very similar to the aura on that person, both of which are close to annihilation." Xing Luoshuang pointed to the ghost energy on Qiao Yu and explained.

"Oh, you should have said so earlier. Look at the mess this has become."

Qiao Yu smiled, then helped Xing Luohao, who had wet his pants, up.

"Big brother, are you alright? Do you want a new pair of pants?"

Xing Luohao shook his head violently, then took several steps back.

Qiao Yu's smile, in his eyes, was no different from a demon's.

"Don't come over here!"

Xing Luohao's face was full of fear. The terrible feeling of being infinitely close to death was something only those who had experienced it could understand.

Xing Luohao didn't want to experience it a second time.

"Don't be afraid. I was just joking with you. We're all friends. How could I really chop you?"

Qiao Yu smiled and forcibly helped Xing Luohao up.

The look of horror on Xing Luohao's face didn't diminish at all. Long Qiang's headless corpse was still lying quietly beside him.

This kid wouldn't really chop him, would he? Who was he trying to fool!

Xing Luohao was certain that if Xing Luoshuang hadn't said something about an inheritor attracting this kid's attention, he would definitely be in the same state as Long Qiang right now.

"Alright, be good, be good, don't be afraid."

Qiao Yu smiled and patted Xing Luohao on the back, looking at Xing Luoshuang with a half-smile and asked,

"By the way, when are you going to take me to see this so-called inheritor?"

"Don't worry, you come with us now, and I guarantee you'll see him."

Xing Luoshuang glanced at Qiao Yu coldly, then strode off in one direction.

Qiao Yu wasn't angry either. There was only one explanation for Xing Luoshuang's appearance.

That was, she felt that the other inheritor she spoke of had the ability to kill him.

Otherwise, Xing Luoshuang couldn't be so confident.

Qiao Yu was also very curious. Since Saint-level couldn't enter Corpse Mountain, what kind of powerhouse would make Xing Luoshuang think he could kill him?

The group of four followed Xing Luoshuang into the depths of Corpse Mountain.

Everywhere here was the same scenery, made up of countless corpses.

After Long Qiang died, his body also became part of the many Corpse Mountains.

Qiao Yu didn't know how Xing Luoshuang could distinguish the direction in this multitude of Corpse Mountains.

The atmosphere of the group was very depressing. Xing Luohao and Xiao Zhen only had fear for Qiao Yu, while Xing Luoshuang quietly stumbled forward.

Qiao Yu's snatching and throwing her earlier had obviously injured her.

But her eyes were as cold as knives as she gritted her teeth and continued forward.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a sound of voices suddenly came from ahead. Obviously, someone was talking ahead, with a high decibel level, as if they were arguing.

Soon, two groups of people appeared in Qiao Yu's sight.

And Qiao Yu's gaze directly locked onto one of the men sitting cross-legged with his eyes lowered.

The man was about 25 years old, dressed in black martial attire, looking very cold.

The moment Qiao Yu arrived, the man instantly raised his eyes and stared at Qiao Yu.

The two people's gazes met in the air, colliding with fierce sparks.

Before they even started fighting, there was already a strong smell of gunpowder in the air.

At that moment, Qiao Yu and that man both confirmed each other's identities: Netherworld King Inheritors!

This identity destined that the two were enemies, not friends.

No one would willingly give up the inheritance of the Netherworld King Hades, who was the Lord of the Netherworld, a true god!

The two groups that had been arguing seemed to have noticed something was wrong and slowly stopped.

The man slowly straightened his body, staring at Qiao Yu with bright eyes.

Xing Luoshuang also quickly walked over to the man.

"Brother Lan Ting! That person seems to be the inheritor you mentioned!"

Xing Luoshuang's expression carried admiration, but Lan Ting turned a blind eye. At this time, he only had one person in his eyes, and that was Qiao Yu!

"Who is that handsome guy? Why does Lan Ting look like he's facing a formidable enemy?"

"I don't know. He's a complete stranger. I've never seen him before."

"Lan Ting once single-handedly slaughtered a Saint-level being with his peak Emperor-level strength. What kind of person could make him so serious?"

The two groups that had been constantly arguing instantly unified their front.

They were all people from the Ninth Universe, who relied on hugging Lan Ting's thighs to enter Corpse Mountain to hunt Jing beasts.

The argument just now was because the distribution of the Cang Jade had a problem. Lan Ting's share of the Cang Jade was definitely untouchable, but the others' was not necessarily so. Everyone thought they had contributed more and should get more.

"You, are strong!"

Lan Ting's eyes were full of fighting spirit as he looked straight at Qiao Yu.

"Thank you for the compliment."

Qiao Yu's expression was also a bit solemn. This was the first time he had encountered another inheritor. He didn't know how strong Lan Ting was, and Qiao Yu didn't dare to underestimate him in the slightest.

He was also a little hesitant at this time because, first of all, in the undead world, his necromancy couldn't be used, and his combat power dropped by 30%.

Secondly, the injuries to his body had not fully recovered at this time. The current Qiao Yu, at best, only had 70% of his peak combat power.

A voice in the dark told him that this Lan Ting would definitely not be an easy opponent to deal with.

"Brother Lan Ting, he uses a blade, so he should be a blade cultivator. The weapon is a very long Guan blade, and his physical defense is very high. You have to be careful..."

"By the way, I remembered when you said you were looking for the so-called inheritor. Am I great?"

Xing Luoshuang chattered on and on, telling Lan Ting everything she knew, but as Lan Ting listened, he frowned.

"Can you shut up? You're really annoying."