Seeing Xu Zimo approach the coffin, Qi Kuangyin could not help but grow tense.
He knew there was no hope of escape. With Xu Zimo's strength, there was no way he could leave alive.
And with things having reached this point, he could only make a desperate gamble and stake everything on one last attempt.
Wu Zhaodi's Heavenly Luan struck. This time, Qi Kuangyin did not dodge, but actually took the blow head-on with his body.
With a boom, accompanied by the Heavenly Luan's shriek, a bloody hole exploded open in Qi Kuangyin's back.
Using the force of the impact, his entire body flew backward toward the coffin.
Xu Zimo shook his head with a laugh, but did not stop him.
Qi Kuangyin crashed miserably into the coffin. Like the tolling of a bell, the sound echoed without end.
He fiercely hugged one end of the coffin, blood streaming continuously from where his head had struck it.
"The inheritance is mine, mine! No one can take it from me!" Like a madman, he braced both hands against the lid and forcibly pried the coffin open.
Yet the instant the coffin loosened, a decayed aura spread out. Though there was only the slightest trace of it, it instantly wrapped around Qi Kuangyin's entire body.
The life force within him was drained away, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a withered skeleton.
The skeleton fell away from the coffin. Wu Zhaodi looked grave as she edged closer to Xu Zimo.
"Descendant, fulfill one condition of mine, and you may obtain the inheritance."
A voice came from within the coffin. At the same time, the eight ancestral dragon corpse bones pulling the coffin overhead began to tremble.
Vast dragon roars rang out ceaselessly, intertwining as they continuously battered the