The First Heir

After some people collected their emotions, they took care of the bodies of the people they knew.

At this time, the people who entered the third portal looked numb. Although they got some pills, those pills that were about to lose their efficacy were not worth such a treacherous journey.

Looking at the dark passage ahead, they reluctantly dragged their feet inside.

After walking for a long time and just when they were about to collapse, a stone door that could only accommodate two people standing side-by-side appeared at the end of the tunnel. A few lines of words were scrawled on the door.

Just as everyone was at a loss for what to do with the incomprehensible words, an unknown old man with gray hair pushed aside the crowd and walked up to the door

“Sword practitioners have to fight continuously right from the start of practice. They’ll fight with people, with heaven and earth, and with themselves. Only the party that survives the fights can be called powerful. Select two sword practitioners, open the stone door, and have a match.”

After the old man conveyed the words, he retreated into the crowd.

There were two mechanisms on both sides of the stone door, which most probably could only be opened by the participants.

looking at Hardy and

two were the strong ones who took

everyone wanted him and Philip to go up against each other. This was a

some sword intent in the process. The stone door opened slowly,

“Let’s do this!”

that, Hardy stepped

either. Although Hardy Shell had the imprint of the ancient dragon

the others waiting anxiously for the result. Some

quiet bamboo grove. The wind made a rustling sound as

took a sip of tea

into a sharp blade and slashed Philip, which Philip blocked in front of his

exchanging several blows, Hardy was surprised that Philip was