Xiao Wushuang's Ruthless Scheme

One mythical beast after another, creatures that had almost vanished into ancient legend, seemed to come alive beneath the sculptor's masterful hand. The spirit captured in their eyes and brows gave them a majestic air.

At either end of the ancient lintel stood a dragon and a phoenix.

From their presence alone, powerful enough to make all creation bow, it was clear how extraordinary they had been in life.

Before the stone gate lay a vast, ancient plaza. It stood empty save for two rows of towering stone pillars.

At last, the four imposing characters carved above the gate came into view.

The script had been used only in ancient rituals and had nearly been lost to time. As it happened, the Hun Clan still taught its younger members to read it.

Hun Xiaoyi happened to know these characters.

"The Ancient Emperor's Cave Mansion!"

Above the gate loomed an enormous dragon head, seemingly ten thousand meters tall. Scales far larger than Xiao Wushuang himself lined it in dense, orderly rows, tracing fearsome contours across its face.

The dragon head was purple-gold, with several dark lines running across it. Its huge scales had a metallic sheen and the weight of steel. Even a glance at it brought a suffocating urge to bow in submission.

"A human who has only just entered the Saint realm actually found this place. Boy, I can't tell whether you're remarkable or merely lucky."

Seeing Xiao Wushuang meet its gaze without yielding an inch, the dragon fixed its brilliant golden slit pupils on him. At the same time, it secretly bore down on him with terrifying pressure, as though intending to crush him into a puddle of flesh.

Against anyone at the same level, he was invincible. He could even fight those above him, whether they were