Lord Shenxiu

Moments ago.

Outside Immortal Ridge.

Edward kept his body low, soaked in the foul-smelling mud, reducing his breath to its limit.

He had been hiding in the dungeon for a long time, finally waiting for the people from the Daxia Alliance to come, so he could follow them here.

After seeing the news on the forum, he had entered the Wujue dungeon ahead of others, always waiting for an opportunity.

Just now, he even spotted a Martial Artist team with the same plan.

Judging by their complexion and appearance, they were a foreign elite squad.

Then, he saw Zhong Shenxiu make a move, his palm like wind and thunder, instantly obliterating hordes of Skull Demons, and engaged in a fierce battle with a third-grade Skull Demon.

"The pioneers of Daxia are really too strong, already at fourth grade..."

"Isn't it so? My compatriot!"

At this moment, a tall and robust White figure suddenly appeared next to Edward.

"You are..."

Edward was taken aback; this person's Martial Arts skills must be at least fifth grade!

If he was a public beta player, it would be unimaginable unless he had received the full support of a major power!

"Let me introduce myself, I come from 'Divine Domain Guild', belonging to the Star Ring Federation! You can call me Jamie!"

Jamie laughed, "It's a pity that although we devised this monster-snatching plan, there's been a change... The Daxia Alliance now has a Fourth Grade Martial Artist, we can't compete with them, we can only look for other benefits in the dungeon, do you want to join us?"

"Of course!"

Edward nodded.

Regardless of what these people had in mind when they came here, they could only reluctantly give up in the face of the absolute strength difference with the Daxia Alliance.

However, at that moment!

The East Sea Swordsman appeared on Immortal Ridge.

And even his voice carried far and wide, reaching their ears.

"What? 'Wind and Dew Technique'?"

"At least an inheritance of a first grade Daoist? Why does it seem even more like a Martial Arts Cultivation Technique?"

"That Swordman hasn't admitted to being a Daoist, maybe he is a Martial Artist?"

"Wait... this Swordsman may not be just first grade, but above first grade, beyond the classification, possibly one of the legendary Holy Immortals!"

"So this 'Wind and Dew Technique' is also a mythical-level Cultivation Technique, capable of advancing beyond grade, becoming divine? A deity?"

Next to Jamie, several White Martial Artists materialized, each with a composed aura and steady steps, clearly all adept in Martial Arts.

In exchanges of words, they quickly made a decision: "If it's just for one aspect of the Five Absolutes inheritance, it's not worth going to war with the Daxia Alliance..."

While they were all players who did not fear death, there were always some powerful connections in reality, and starting conflicts lightly wasn't advisable.

But when it involved an inheritance of the Holy Immortals order, that was a different matter!

"Their top expert, the Fourth Grade Martial Artist, has been lured away, this is a perfect opportunity, attack!"

"Charge, seize the mythical inheritance!"

"We can't give Daxia any more opportunities!"

Several White Martial Artists burst forward, leaving Edward dumbfounded in his spot: "Is this the prelude to a clash between East and West?"

"Jamie?!"

Below Immortal Ridge, Shen Mo also saw the White Martial Artists charging over, especially the leader, whose face he had seen in many classified files.

Even more, the two had indirectly clashed through lower-level personnel, each with wins and losses.

At this moment, the grudges and conflicts of the Grotto Heaven extended into the Xuanming Sky.

"It's you, the Star Ring Federation! Kill them!"

Shen Mo shouted, "Stop them!"

The two groups immediately clashed in battle.

And without a doubt, the White Martial Artists were at a disadvantage.

Even though their levels could rapidly increase, their experience in using Martial Arts was still no match for the old-timers here.

Atop Immortal Ridge.

Lin Fan did not make a move, but instead called out, "How can one obtain your inheritance?"

"Quite simple… those who are destined will receive it. However, there is only one who is fated!"

The East Sea Swordsman revealed a trace of a cold smile, making Lin Fan feel a chill to his bones.

In the hearts of everyone in Xuanming Sky, the East Sea Swordsman was not considered a paladin. On the contrary, he was vicious, bloodthirsty… he was simply a Great Demon who committed every conceivable atrocity!

And such a Great Demon looking for an heir, the tests would certainly not be simple.

"Destined one? Only one?"

"So… what if only one person remains here then?"

Lin Fan caught the underlying meaning in the East Sea Swordsman's words and asked seriously.

"Then let him inherit my divine Martial Arts."

The East Sea Swordsman laughed heartily, seemingly unconcerned.

At that moment, not far away, there were manifestations of wind and storm, lightning and thunder, revealing a terrifying Martial Arts will.

"It's Lord Shenxiu!"

"Is he also coming to fight for the inheritance?"

Shen Mo felt a sudden chill in his heart and suddenly felt that everyone around him had become unreliable.

"A Cultivation Technique of the Holy Immortals' level?"

Jiang Shang and Huang Tianyao exchanged glances, both thinking of something, their eyes filled with longing.

Even for a First Grade Martial Artist like the White Tiger Ancestor of the White Tiger Sect, mastering a transcendent Cultivation Technique was a lifelong pursuit!

In a situation where a First Grade could suppress a province, if someone could break through the realm above First Grade, perhaps they could—completely reclaim Daqian Nine Provinces and become the founding Emperor?

To hold this world, completely in their grasp?

Such temptation made even Jiang Shang's breathing become slightly heavier.

However, they retained their sanity after all, thinking of the Special Review Bureau's real-world strength, they dared not act recklessly.

"Oh? What did I hear?"

Not far away, the White Practitioner Edward's eyes widened: "An inheritance to become a deity?"

He muttered to himself, pondering rapidly, and finally gave up reluctantly: "Obviously I can't get it… just selling the information… I don't need that bit of reward."

He thought it over and went into deeper hiding.

Becoming Voldemort, there's still a chance to win!

Bang! Bang!

Shen Mo commanded the members of the Daxia Alliance and killed one White Martial Artist after another.

Just then, he saw one of his confidants stagger back, coming to his side, and couldn't help but exclaim, "What happened to you?"

But the confidant suddenly produced a blade light from his hand, sweeping across Shen Mo's throat.

"Is this what it feels like to kill a foreigner? Indeed, it tastes different."

His voice took on a very strange tone as he peeled off a Human Skin Mask from his face.

"Fourth Grade Martial Artist, Thousand-faced Fox Duan Yi?"

Xie Biqi's pupils shrank: "Are there loose Martial Artists mixed in here too?"

"Haha... Kill, kill..."

The East Sea Swordsman laughed heartily: "Only the child of destiny who survives to the end is worthy of inheriting everything of mine..."

Chaos erupted at the scene.

"Thousand-faced Fox, you're courting death!"

Lord Shenxiu seemed extremely angry, waving his hand to cast a Spell, trapping the Blood Silk Jade Bone Skeleton Demon, then turning to fight with Duan Yi...