Immortal Supreme: Sovereign of the Grand Dao

The boy, undeterred, expressed his belief that Arthur was a good person.

Inwardly, the girl shook her head, holding back the observation that Arthur had witnessed the demise of the three Beard Gang members but didn\'t save them.

\'Can he really be a good person?\' she wondered and glanced silently at Arthur who at this moment met her gaze.

*Badum!*

Philia swiftly turned and faced her brother, \'He is definitely a bad guy!\'

Touki was confused by the look in her eyes.

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As the group continued their journey, Arthur led them through the treacherous landscape guided by the golden-aura-covered map.

Their destination was an ancient-style tomb cave, concealed beneath a giant rock.

In the dim light, an armored skeleton was seated on the ground.

When Arthur observed the armor, shock  and nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

\'That armour ...\'

It belonged to the army of his past incarnation, the Great Mortal Emperor.

As the group approached, the skeleton abruptly stirred.

Golden flames ignited in its eye sockets, and it rose, releasing a potent desolate aura that reverberated through the entire cavern.

*Fwoosh!*

Mighty wind blew all over the place at its small movement but the talismans that Arthur gave everyone protected them from getting blown away.

The very realm itself seemed to tremble in response. Arthur, sensing the significance of this encounter, subtly tightened his fists.

\'Well, this is unexpected.\'

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*Swift!*

Suddenly, a pair of two men arrived, flying silently through the air.

Arthur\'s eyes narrowed as he observed the newcomers—a young man accompanied by an old one. Their presence added an extra layer of complexity.

The old man regarded Arthur with a keen gaze, as if appraising him. "You tread where few dare, young one," he remarked cryptically.

Arthur, his expression composed, met the old man\'s gaze evenly. "I seek what lies within the tomb. Are you here for the same goal?" He asked calmly.

The young man, seemingly unfazed by the solemn atmosphere, spoke, "We share a common interest. The treasures within belong not to any one person but to those who can claim them."

"So you\'re implying that you have the ability to claim it?" Arthur gave a knowing smile.

"Why, do you think you can instead?" The boy asked while the old man remains silent and observes th skeleton instead.

\'The directions never said whose expert\'s inheritance lies here,\' the old man thought as he ignored Arthur\'s group.

The earlier comment he made was on a whim, commending Arthur for bring able to get here without being invaded by the Yin-Death Ki.

The armored skeleton, still emanating a formidable aura, seemed to respond to the newcomers\' arrival, as if awakening to a long-forgotten duty.

The skeletal guardian of the tomb spoke with a hollow voice, stating that only one person could undertake the trial.

Hence Arthur, now facing the young man and his elderly companion, was left to determine among themselves who would be deemed worthy.

The young man, radiating arrogance, declared that Arthur should withdraw.

"You can\'t win against me. You shouldn\'t waste your time," he said.

"Hmm, I think this guy needs a slap, don\'t you think so?" Arthur asked Touki who promptly replied.

"Yeah! Go kick his ass!"

"Right," Arthur tapped the ground and soared to the air.

Meanwhile, Philia looked a bit pensive, \'Another unknown variable. I hope you\'re strong enough.\'

"You do have a some guts I\'ll give you that, but you haven\'t even forged you foundation yet," the young man asserted this confidently, claiming to sense that Arthur had not yet forged his foundation and entered the realm of the half Martial Emperor.

In response, Arthur\'s lips curved into a smile.

"Is that why you\'ve been flaunting your cultivation realm since you came?"

"Hmph! Enough talk, let\'s fight." He proposed a simple solution to their dispute: a fight.

The young man was visibly surprised that Arthur could fly so smoothly in the air and assumed Arthur had mastered a high-level movement technique involving the concept of wind.

The young man, without hesitation, unleashed a barrage of energy attacks—a giant golden palm.

"Mountain Smiting Palm!"

Arthur calmly sent a fist and dispersed the attack.

"Oh, you do have some ability."

\'This guys is really underestimating me because my cultivation is lower.\'

The battle then became more heated with the young man unleashing multiple attacks.

Flaming fists, palm techniques, and even elemental attacks and more. Each strike was formidable, yet Arthur deftly deflected them with a calm and collected demeanor.

To the young man\'s shock, Arthur showcased not only martial skill but also an unmatched mastery of defense.

\'I can\'t even leave a scratch at him? Who is this guy?!\' he finally began to take Arthur seriously. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The onlookers could sense the shifting dynamics of the impending confrontation.

The young man, undeterred, retrieved his weapon—an imposing spear that seemed to pulse with energy.

As he brandished it, the atmosphere crackled with a destructive force.

"You are skilled, but your foundation is non-existent. You can\'t win," the young man declared, his voice laced with a blend of arrogance and certainty.

Arthur, still hovering in the air, met the challenge with a quiet resolve. "Foundations can be deceiving," he replied.

"Prove it!"

*Boom!*

They clashed again in another round of battle.

The clash of martial energies painted an intricate dance in the air.

The elderly companion of the old man observed the exchange with a knowing look, silently gauging the depth of Arthur\'s abilities.

\'He seems to be able to predict his attacks ahead of time. What terrifying battle awareness.\'

\'I never thought that the weakest continent would have such a genius.\'

As Arthur and the young man remained locked in battle, a profound energy emanated from both, creating ripples in the air.

\'Hmm, he seems fairly powerful,\' thought the old man.