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Chapter 837 - Chapter 837 Chapter 552 Expert at Burglary

Chapter 837: Chapter 552: Expert at Burglary Chapter 837: Chapter 552: Expert at Burglary The elder reacted with decisive swiftness.

Upon seeing the swarming crowd, he didn’t say a word, conjuring up gusts of wind behind him and fleeing far into the distance right away.

“Huh, what’s with this guy?!”

Everyone was somewhat baffled.

By the time they came to their senses, the elder had already fled a great distance.

In the end, it was the King-level Puppet Giant Beast that took action. Its massive tendrils waved and pierced through the void, dragging the elder back.

“Who are you! Do you know where this is?! Do you know who this old one belongs to? Release me at once, or none of you will be able to bear the consequences!”

Seeing no way out, the elder suddenly cried out loudly, his tone fierce with question after question, forcibly bolstering his own courage.

But his voice was clearly trembling.

Heaven have mercy.

All he was, was a mere old slave guarding the medicine field.

After countless years, he had only managed to step half into the realm of immortality, thanks to a remarkable opportunity at the very last moment of his life.

When had he ever seen such a grand spectacle!

The ones leading this large group numbered at least several dozen, and the aura they radiated was no weaker than the true Immortals.

Each one of them was powerful and unparalleled, making him feel as if he were under a weighty mountain.

The most terrifying of all was the one-eyed behemoth with countless tendrils that had dragged him back; it was like an eerie, heretical god hidden in the Star Sea.

Just one look had sent a chill through his scalp, and his body couldn’t help but break out in a cold sweat. He had clearly already escaped so far and had even used a shifting Rune, but was still caught and dragged back.

If he had known it would turn out this way, he would have continued to feign sleep just now.

A single misstep turns into eternal regret!

“You’re one of the Crimson King’s men?”

Stone Hao stepped forward, his gaze sharp, with a cold light flickering ceaselessly, staring intently at the old man as he asked in a low voice.

“Knowing that, you better release this old one immediately, or none of you will get off easy!”

The old man remained forcefully calm and shouted angrily.

This was the Crimson King’s Ancestral Land, and their territory.

Even the other great Immortal Emperor Tribes wouldn’t dare to trespass so boldly here before giving notice, which gave him this final bit of reliance and confidence.

“You just said this Resurrection Flower belongs to the Crimson King? Has he been injured?!”

Stone Hao couldn’t care less about the old man’s response and spoke word by word.

The Crimson King was one of the top-tier Immortal Kings of the Alien Territory. If he was injured, it would be tremendous news for the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, the Immortal Domain, as it meant one less formidable enemy.

Especially.

Since the Crimson King bore a huge grudge against him.

Not only because the former had refined and killed an Immortal King of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths during the Ancient Immortal Era.

What’s more, the other party had once tried to travel through the long annals of time to directly kill him.

Although he didn’t succeed in the end, if it weren’t for the mysterious woman wearing the Ghost Face Mask who appeared at that time, he would have probably been suppressed and not even left with a whole body.

That was a matter of cause and effect.

Not just something the Crimson King had to pay off.

He had a debt to settle, too.

Although unclear why that Immortal King of the Other Domain would insist on taking action against him.

But from the moment that party made a move, they had become undying adversaries.

And now, upon hearing that the Crimson King might be unwell.

A bold and crazy idea suddenly emerged in Stone Hao’s heart.

If the Crimson King was indeed in hiding, perhaps he could make a covert move.

Even if he couldn’t kill the Crimson King, as long as he could affect him again, that would be enough.

Of course, he alone might not be sufficient, but with these companions at his side, they might just pull it off.

Most importantly.

Before coming here, the Master of Liu Village had specifically assured him that he could make a scene as he wished, and if he truly encountered an unimaginable crisis, he would take action.

Even though it was uncertain how the Master of Liu Village could appear before them overnight.

Given the status and identity of such a lofty figure, it was unlikely he would deceive him.

“You… are not creatures of this domain?!”

The old man’s eyebrows furrowed tightly, his eyes squinted slightly, and he suddenly said.

Thousands of years ago, the Crimson King had chosen to go into seclusion.

He had planned to fully absorb the Tao Fruit of the Immortal King refined within the Crimson King’s Cauldron.

Aiming to break through from King to become an Emperor after King and ascend to that supreme ultimate realm.

But now, after tens of thousands of years have passed, not only has the Crimson King not emerged from his seclusion, the once vibrant and ocean-like life essence within the ancestral land has become even more diminished.

A thousand years ago.

The Crimson King forcefully transmitted dreams to his core descendants, instructing them to find a Resurrection Flower.

The Resurrection Flower was incredibly rare, its value as prized as genuine Immortal Elixirs. Even the descendants of Immortal Kings spent a long, arduous time to finally locate one.

That matter stirred quite a commotion at the time, and nearly everyone in the domain knew about it.

“Of course not, I am Desolate!” Stone Hao spoke coldly.

“Desolate?!” The old man’s brow furrowed slightly, first pondering for a bit before his pupils dilated suddenly, as if he had heard something inconceivable.

He had heard that name.

Desolate, a young being from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, born in that barren wasteland, also belonging to the Human Race–one of the inherently weakest of the Ten Thousand Clans in that desolate land.

Yet, it was this very being.

Who, during the great battle of the Frontier Wilderness ten thousand years ago, had slain hundreds of his domain’s heroes of that era, including descendants of the Imperial Clan…

All perished on that barren land, their bodies reduced to dust, unable to even bring back their remains, engulfed by the endless sands.