Chapter 357: Chapter 357

"Brother Zhang, will this really work?" Ye Wuming asked anxiously.

"Whether it works or not, we’ll know after we try," Zhang Xiaohao said.

When the sword tip touched the protective barrier, there was no change whatsoever.

Zhang Xiaohao pressed the body of the sword against it.

The barrier, previously impregnable, immediately formed a three-foot-wide hole as it came into contact with the blood of Guan Wudong on the Fish Intestine Sword.

The blood of Guan Wudong on the Fish Intestine Sword rapidly disappeared, and the three-foot-wide hole began to shrink quickly.

"The hole is closing, hurry up and get in!" Zhang Xiaohao shouted.

Having said that, he pushed off the ground, darting straight in like a lightning bolt.

Ye Wuming didn’t dare to delay, following suit and dashing inside.

"Phew! We finally made it in," Ye Wuming said.

"Let’s go!" Zhang Xiaohao said.

"By the way, Brother Zhang, how come your sword has the Guan family’s direct bloodline? Did you really kill that Old Dog Guan Feiyang?" Ye Wuming inquired.

Just as Zhang Xiaohao was about to speak, two powerful auras emanated from outside the barrier.

An ugly crone completely shrouded in a black robe and a monk dressed in a large red kasaya were flying rapidly towards them, one after the other.

"This is troublesome, they’ve actually come!" Ye Wuming said with a frown.

"You bald donkey! Two little ghosts have gone in already. If you don’t want the Inheritance Land inside to be snatched away by them, you’d better set aside our grudges," the ugly crone said coldly.

"Amitabha! The benefactor speaks well! I agree with your perspective," the monk said.

"You know what’s good for you!" the ugly crone sneered.

Gazing at the golden protective barrier before her with a mocking expression.

"A mere barrier thinks it can trap me? Ridiculous! Break it for me," the ugly crone growled lowly.

A black, ink-like palm slammed dominantly against the golden barrier.

Ripples spread across the golden barrier, directly repelling the ugly crone.

"What? How is this possible? How could my power at the Cycle Palace Realm not break it?" the ugly crone cried out in disbelief.

"Amitabha! You are too attached, benefactor. Now watch me!" said the monk.

"Vajra Invulnerability Divine Skill!"

Golden light scattered as the monk instantly transformed.

"Vajra Demon-Blocking Fist!"

A golden fist, burning fiercely, slammed into the golden protective barrier.

The golden barrier trembled, sending the monk flying back.

"You bald donkey! You’re not so much after all!" the ugly crone sneered.

"Let’s get moving!" Zhang Xiaohao called out.

"Right," Ye Wuming nodded in agreement.

The two of them employed their movement martial arts, rushing towards the interior of the great hall.

"You vile brats, stop right there! Otherwise, once I get in, I will grind your bones to dust, leaving you unable to live or beg for death!" the ugly crone roared with fury.

Zhang Xiaohao and Ye Wuming, not giving her any mind, forcefully burst through the hall doors and rushed in.

"You bald donkey! It seems we must join hands this time," the ugly crone said with a grim face.

"Amitabha! In order to save the people from the sea of suffering, I believe the Buddha will not mind if I join hands with a demon," the monk declared earnestly.

"Enough with the nonsense! Let’s do this!" the ugly crone sneered.

At that moment, engulfed by Demonic Qi, he unleashed his strongest attack towards the golden barrier. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on novel※fire.net

The monk was not to be outdone, executing the Vajra Demon-Blocking Fist with a divine skill, as if he had reached the state of enlightenment, and combined it with the Vajra Invulnerability Divine Skill, violently pounding upon the golden barrier.

Under their violent attacks, the golden barrier vibrated, rippling outwards in waves.

The glossy golden sheen on its surface was visibly dimming at a rate discernible to the naked eye.

Inside the great hall.

As the two "Old Dogs" outside continued to hammer away at the golden barrier, slight trembling sounds emanated from the great hall.

"Brother Zhang, no matter how sturdy the golden barrier is, it won’t last long under the relentless assault of two great powers of the Cycle Palace Realm. We mustn’t delay; let’s head straight for the Inheritance Land!" Ye Wuming said, furrowing his brows.

"Okay!" Zhang Xiaohao nodded.

With a light tap of his feet, he rushed towards the deepest part of the great hall.

"Haha... The inheritance is mine now! Zhang Xiaohao, that stinking brat, Fei Antong, that dead fat pig! All the people from the Dragon Soul! They’re all worthless! Once I refine this drop of blood inheritance, it will be the rise of the Guan Family! Then, I will make them all kneel on the ground and lick my feet!" Guan Feiyang said excitedly as he touched a fist-sized drop of crimson blood.

Corpses surrounded him on all sides.

Some were from the Guan Family, some from the Refining God Sect, and others were puppet mechanical beasts.

"Old Dog, aren’t you celebrating too early?"

Just then, the solid doors to the inner sanctum were violently kicked open from the outside.

Zhang Xiaohao and Ye Wuming flickered and appeared in the inner sanctum.

Guan Feiyang let out an involuntary cry of shock upon seeing who had come.

"You brats, how did you get in here?" he demanded.

"However the Old Dog got in, that’s how we got in!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a shrug.

"I’m asking you! How did you break through the golden barrier outside the palace?" Guan Feiyang asked with a dark expression.

No sooner had he finished speaking,

he looked at the Fish Intestine Sword in Zhang Xiaohao’s hand and said fiercely,

"Speak! Was it you who killed my precious son Wudong?"

"Old Dog, you’re not too stupid! You finally caught on," Zhang Xiaohao replied with a tease.

"Tell me, how did you find out about that treasure spot?" Guan Feiyang asked, almost mad with fury.

"It fell from the sky!" Zhang Xiaohao replied.

"You’re seeking death, brat! I will kill you to avenge Wudong!" Guan Feiyang said, his eyes bloodshot with murder in his heart.

"Old guy, don’t say I didn’t warn you! Trash like you, even if you came by the dozens, I could kill you all with just a fart," Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Then try it!" Guan Feiyang said coldly.

With a flick of his sleeves, two streaks of silver light suddenly shot out from within, darting towards Zhang Xiaohao and Ye Wuming.

"Back off!" Zhang Xiaohao grunted coldly.

In a flash, he pulled Ye Wuming behind him.

Two globs of pitch-black poison landed on Zhang Xiaohao’s body.

"Haha! You brat, you’ve been poisoned by the Lightning Snake’s venom! In less than ten seconds, your whole body will rot and you’ll die!" Guan Feiyang laughed triumphantly as he saw Zhang Xiaohao get poisoned.

"Old Dog! You’re asking for it!" Ye Wuming roared furiously.

Huge surges of True Qi burst from within him, and in an instant, he was in front of Guan Feiyang.

Punching with fury, his iron fist brutally smashed into his head.

His head was crushed to a pulp.

With overwhelming resentment, Guan Feiyang’s body fell to the ground.