Chapter 2010 - 2047: The Arrival of the Inheritance

Ding Fan’s lips slowly curled into an arc, a sharp gleam shot from his eyes as he paused his speech and slowly addressed the crowd:

"Everyone, let’s see who really dared to intrude into the coffin!"

Upon hearing Ding Fan’s words, a piercing glance flickered in everyone’s eyes as they focused on the coffin.

The short man slumped inside the coffin was filled with a look of terror, as blood slowly seeped from his body, his eyes full of helplessness.

The short man gingerly moved his body, slowly standing up from the ground, casting a hesitant gaze outside the coffin.

After a brief contemplation, the short man scrambled out of the coffin, Ding Fan squinted slightly at this scene, a sharp glint slowly gathering in his eyes, an indescribable feeling slowly solidifying on his body.

The crowd, upon seeing this, immediately fixed their gaze on the short man’s body, pupils shrinking in intensity.

Once the short man appeared, Ding Fan’s figure was instantly beside him, a cold voice slowly emitted from Ding Fan’s mouth:

"You seem very interested in Sirius’s legacy?"

The short man, upon hearing Ding Fan’s words, was overtaken by panic and began retreating hurriedly.

Seeing this, Ding Fan’s eyes filled with icy brilliance, a violent wave surged out from within his body.

A casual grasp ensnared the short man’s body in Ding Fan’s hand, and the crowd was stunned, their eyes wide with shock, voices exclaiming from their mouths:

"It’s really him! Who would have thought, the one coveting Sirius’s legacy was actually him all along!"

"Really unexpected, he harbors such sinister ambitions, despite Brother Ding’s kindness towards him..."

Just as everyone secretly marveled, the short man in panic pleaded desperately with Ding Fan:

"Brother Ding, I know I’m wrong, please let me go! I’ll never dare again..."

Upon seeing this, Ding Fan’s eyes filled with sharpness, his voice coldly emanating from his mouth.

"Wrong? When you slipped into the coffin earlier, I didn’t see any hesitation from you..."

The short man, upon hearing Ding Fan’s words, grew frantic, desperately begging Ding Fan:

"Brother Ding, please let me go, I truly know my mistake!"

The crowd, witnessing this, said sharply to Ding Fan:

"Brother Ding, you mustn’t spare him; we must eliminate such people completely!"

"Exactly, Brother Ding, leaving roots may allow them to sprout again in spring!"

Upon hearing the crowd’s words, Ding Fan’s eyes sharpened with resolve, a surging power erupted from his body, violent waves gathering within.

Feeling this, the short man’s eyes filled with dread, gleaming with sharp light, his body trembled slightly, trying to dart backward.

Still gripped by Ding Fan, a formidable power erupted from his body, leaving the short man immobile.

Seeing this, the short man’s eyes sharpened, his body lunged at Ding Fan, a cold, shimmering dagger suddenly appeared in his hand.

Upon this sight, Ding Fan’s eyes sharpened, an explosive wave erupted from his body, his hand lightly exerting force, violently pushing the short man away.

Feeling the violent power from Ding Fan’s hand, the short man’s eyes filled with ferocity, dagger gleaming coldly, stabbing towards Ding Fan.

In seeing this, Ding Fan’s eyes hardened, the Dragon-Slaying Demon-Beheading Sword appeared in his hand, with an erupting surge of sword qi, brilliance flowing, violent waves shooting forth.

In what felt like the blink of an eye, sharp sword qi struck the short man’s body, an intense light burst from him, splitting his body in two within mere breaths.

Witnessing this scene, the crowd was awed, eyes glued to Ding Fan, mouths quivering with shock:

"It’s terrifyingly incredible; who would’ve thought Brother Ding’s strength was so formidable, that the short man would fall so swiftly at Brother Ding’s hands."

"Serves him right, Brother Ding has helped us so much, yet he still covets Sirius’s legacy, his greed knows no bounds!"

As the crowd marveled, Ding Fan’s eyes also flashed determination, his lips curling into an arc.

Ding Fan paused slightly, speaking slowly to the crowd:

"Everyone, the traitor has been dealt with, our priority now is to secure Sirius’s legacy, especially with the Skeleton Sect lingering outside!"

Upon hearing Ding Fan’s words, the crowd urgently spoke:

"Brother Ding, how should we acquire Sirius’s legacy? If we delay further, the Skeleton Sect may break in!"

"Indeed, Brother Ding, you must think of something, we’re no match for the Skeleton Sect right now!"

Upon hearing the crowd’s words, Ding Fan’s eyes sharpened, speaking calmly:

"Sirius’s legacy is closer than we think..."

As Ding Fan finished speaking, faint lights began to shimmer within the Ancient Tomb, enveloping Ding Fan.

Encased in the light, Ding Fan’s eyes filled with surprise, bewilderment shimmering in his gaze.

Within Ding Fan’s body, a warm current coursed through him, filling his eyes with delight at the sensation.

Upon seeing this, the crowd was blatantly shocked, their eyes fixed on Ding Fan, voices quaking in disbelief:

"This...what’s happening here? Where’s this light coming from? Could this be Sirius’s legacy?"

"It seems Brother Ding has been chosen by Sirius’s legacy, this is wonderful!"

The surrounding crowd filled with joy, eyes shining with delight as they looked at Ding Fan, whose eyes sharpened with determination.

As everyone quietly rejoiced, a violent rumble erupted from outside the Ancient Tomb, causing it to tremble violently.

Feeling this, the crowd was filled with dread, focusing on the tomb’s opening.

Ding Fan’s eyes hardened at the sight, a violent wave erupting from him.

A massive gap formed at the tomb, through which the Skeleton Sect members began to enter, filling Ding Fan’s eyes with alarm.

A man in Red Robe slowly walked in through the tomb’s gap, a familiar wave flowed in from outside.

The crowd, witnessing this, was filled with intense dread, eyes fixed on the Red Robe man’s figure.