Red-Lacquer Coffin Fiend

Chen Xu's actions seemed to have enraged the strange being inside the red-lacquered coffin. The entire coffin began to shake. With a bang, the lid shot into the sky, and a blue-faced, fang-toothed monster clad in a Mandarin jacket abruptly sat up, its grayish-blue arm clawing toward Chen Xu.

"What the hell is that?" Chen Xu froze for a moment, but that did not stop him from swiftly throwing a punch.

"Fiends are evil creatures. Only attacks imbued with essence can harm them!" The woman rushed into the ancestral hall and could not help shouting at the sight.

At her words, powerful waves of essence radiated from Chen Xu's palm. Feeling the immense pressure, the shock in the woman's eyes was impossible to conceal.

"This level... this level of presence, why does it feel even stronger than my master's? My master is a Martial Artist who has activated over ninety Essence Apertures, with few who can match him."

The wooden coffin exploded. The monster did not even have time to react before it was sent flying by Chen Xu, knocking over dozens of ancestral tablets behind it as it crashed out of the hall.

Rather than pursuing the monster, Chen Xu lowered his head to look at the shattered coffin. A green plant fell from the soil within, its roots twisting and writhing across the ground like a living creature struggling to survive.

He grabbed it, and countless tiny thorns suddenly burst from the plant's surface, striking his skin with clangs like fine iron colliding.

Suddenly, the plant let out sobs like a crying woman. It struggled even more violently, withering and shrinking from the spot Chen Xu held.

Meanwhile, the Psychic Energy on Chen Xu's panel began rapidly climbing, rising by tens at a time.

At that moment, anyone