After the old man steadied himself, he had already been forced back dozens of steps.
Moreover, his figure flickered between brightness and darkness, as though he might become unstable and disperse at any moment.
"Your Excellency is truly mighty," the old man said after sizing Xu Zimo up.
"Do you still want to continue?" Xu Zimo asked.
"No. Even if my true body came, the result would be no different. Your Excellency has won," the old man said with a smile.
"According to the rules, since Your Excellency has successfully challenged this remnant soul of mine, the inheritance I left behind naturally belongs to you."
Hearing the old man's words, Xu Zimo was slightly stunned.
After all, he had never considered any inheritance before. He had thought it would merely be a simple spar.
Looking at the smile on the old man's face, Xu Zimo suddenly felt that the other party had long harbored such intentions.
"We are both God Kings. Giving your inheritance to me seems rather beneath it," Xu Zimo said.
"Besides, I may not necessarily need it."
"Your Excellency may as well examine the inheritance first," the old man said with a smile.
As his voice fell, the Heaven-Reaching beam of light that had enveloped him suddenly rippled.
Within that beam, the floor of the great hall opened up, and a golden key slowly floated upward.
No one knew what material the key was made of, but the instant it appeared, the surrounding spiritual energy began madly converging toward it.
Moreover, a phantom human face was visible upon the key. As spiritual energy poured into it, the phantom seemed to awaken without cease.
Deep growls rang out from within.
With a wave of his hand, the old man finally sealed the key.
The phantom within the key