"Why are there two little brats? Where are the adults in your family? Come out, let Grandpa pull their guts out and tie them into a bow on their bellies!"
Liquor emboldened the coward. Li Wudi took a huge gulp of "Yanhuang Bloodsoul," and every limb and bone in his body seemed to burn, stoking his courage as he roared outright.
Unexpectedly, the two infants merely stared at him with utter indifference.
They exchanged a glance, then landed atop the Yanhuang Coffin. They quickly found the seam between the coffin lid and the Yanhuang Coffin, placing their four tiny hands respectively on the lid and the coffin.
"What are you two little bitches doing?" Li Wudi sneered.
In truth, he had vaguely guessed that these two strange infants were the Dream Infant Realm Kings of the Huan Tian Godfolk.
The aura of such beings simply could not be concealed.
The instant he finished speaking, immeasurable power crashed into the Yanhuang Coffin!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Yanhuang Coffin shook violently.
The Yanhuang Bloodsoul churned without end.
Li Wudi staggered wildly.
"Don't do this! Are you prying open my ancestral grave the moment you arrive?" Li Wudi nearly burst into tears.
Fortunately, the Yanhuang Coffin was sturdy enough. As long as it remained sealed, its lid was firmly shut.
"My ancestors must have been afraid of thieves, so there's nothing wrong with making the lid tight, right? There's Yanhuang Bloodsoul underneath!"
There was nothing Li Wudi could do. He could only sit cross-legged on the ground, palms, soles, and crown facing heaven, silently praying for his ancestors' protection.
"Heavens above, earth below, save me!"
Even so, he still found time to put on a show for Li Tianming, signaling for his son to stay calm.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Yanhuang Coffin shook