A Man Like None Other

David’s consciousness penetrated into the restrictions under the floor tiles of the Barbarian King’s Hall like a spider web, and finally locked onto the dark yellow stone wall behind the throne in the center of the hall.

The stone wall looked ordinary, but it was flowing with the rough runes unique to the ancient wilderness, and each line was bloody and ancient.

He flicked his finger, and a wisp of chaotic sword energy burst out from his fingertips, accurately slashing at the node of the stone wall rune.

“Boom–“

The stone wall cracked in response, revealing a bottomless passage.

The passage was pitch black, with only a faint golden light flashing at the end, accompanied by a rich and indissoluble aura and… a faint fluctuation of the soul.

David’s eyes condensed, and he stepped into the passage. As soon as his feet touched the ground, thousands of bone lamps suddenly lit up around him, illuminating a circular treasure house with a dome of a hundred feet.

The scene inside the treasure house was shocking: the walls were inlaid with night-light fairy crystals, making the whole space as bright as day;

the central jade platform was piled with fairy stones as big as a hill, and the spiritual energy was so rich that it almost turned into substance;

countless jade boxes and animal skin scrolls placed randomly, and several

shrink was a golden soul suspended

majesty of looking down on the world. Surrounding it were the unique totem phantoms of the ancient barbaric tribe, and every pattern seemed to contain the laws of the beginning of heaven and

land of

soul spoke, and the voice was like the roar of thousands of beasts, shaking

was more than a hundred times stronger than the previous great elder, and even touched the threshold

origin of time, and his domain suddenly expanded, trying to

coldly, waved his robe sleeves, and a golden air wave as solid as iron

sound, the time domain shattered like glass. David felt a tightness in his chest, and was shocked by this air wave and took three steps back, with

a prototype of the origin of time, and you dare

with the power of tearing space, “Considering

wildly. At the same time, he sacrificed the

at the center of the soul’s eyebrows. But the soul just pointed out casually, and the flying knife was shaken back, and even a

“Impossible…”

David was horrified.

of this soul far exceeded his expectations. With only a wisp of residual soul, it had such power. What kind of