133: Emperor Wu’s Tomb!

Before long, the golden strange fire led the little girl into a tomb.

Inside the tomb, the air was cold and stiff, mixed with thefishy smell of earth and an indescribable scent of decay, completely different from the outside world.

Xiao Huohuo and Ling Ke'er followed like ghosts, suppressing all their Qi. They were like two stones thrown into the tomb passage, undetectable by anyone.

Ahead, a ball of golden strange fire floated, like a small sun, illuminating the eerie place brightly.

A little girl with pigtails followed closely behind the strange fire, her small steps quick and fearless.

"Little Gold, are those people outside trying to catch you?" The little girl's voice was very soft, yet it carried far in the spacious tomb passage.

The golden strange fire, called "Little Gold," swayed gently, as if nodding, or as if saying, "That's nothing to worry about."

It didn't care.

But the little girl did. She said again, "They look so fierce, why don't we hide?"

The strange fire didn't make a sound, but its golden light seemed to dim just a tiny bit. It thought for a moment, as if making a decision, and floated even faster.

In the shadows, Xiao Huohuo and Ling Ke'er exchanged glances, both understanding the situation.

This strange fire was unusual.

And there was also the tail following them, a monk in a monastic robe, whose cultivation wasn't high, just a Martial Emperor. They had discovered him long ago, but were too lazy to bother with him.

A Martial Emperor couldn't cause much trouble.

The tomb passage reached its end.

Before them was a spacious stone chamber, with a massive blue stone coffin in the center, covered in indecipherable runes.

The golden strange fire floated above the coffin and swayed towards the little girl.

The meaning was clear: put your hand on it.

The little girl hesitated but obediently extended her small hand, pressing it towards the cold stone coffin.

Just as her fingertips were about to touch the stone coffin!

"Amitabha! Benefactor, no!"

A Buddhist chant, like a thunderclap, exploded!

The monk who had been following all along moved!

His figure was as swift as a ghost, and he struck out with a palm, the palm wind fierce, carrying a domineering force of subduing demons, aimed directly at the golden strange fire!

This monk was dishonorable, launching a sneak attack!

"Buzz!"

The strange fire instantly erupted with dazzling golden light, and a flame barrier appeared out of thin air, forcefully blocking the seemingly inevitable palm strike.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, Qi surged, filling the stone chamber with dust.

The monk's attack failed, and he didn't linger in battle. His figure flickered, and he retreated to the other end of the stone chamber, confronting the strange fire from a distance, a fake smile of "compassion" on his face.

"Amitabha, this poor monk's monastic name is Du'e. Greetings, Fellow Daoist.

This is where a Senior of our Buddhist sect passed away, and its Legacy should be inherited by a descendant of our Buddhist sect. Please, Fellow Daoist, do not let this girl disrupt the Karma."

These words were spoken with grand righteousness.

But in his eyes, all that flickered was naked greed.

The strange fire didn't even bother to acknowledge him, only swaying again towards the little girl.

The meaning: ignore him, continue.

"Stop!"

Du'e's face sank, and he was about to make a move again.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, he abruptly looked up at the shadows where Xiao Huohuo and Ling Ke'er were hiding, a chilling smile playing on his lips.

"Two friends, you've watched the show for so long, it's time to come out, isn't it?"

Xiao Huohuo and Ling Ke'er exchanged glances, knowing they couldn't hide anymore.

The two walked out openly.

Du'e's pupils suddenly constricted.

So young!

And he couldn't even discern their cultivation!

This set off alarm bells in his heart.

However, he quickly composed himself, and his face returned to its feigned compassionate look.

"Two benefactors, you must also be here for this Martial Emperor's Legacy, aren't you?"

He pointed at the blue stone coffin, his voice full of temptation.

"This poor monk has a suggestion."

"The three of us can join forces to first capture this strange fire! After the deed is done, this Martial Emperor's Legacy can be split equally among our three parties, how about that?"

As for the ownership of this strange fire... we can discuss it further."

His calculations were indeed shrewd.

Ling Ke'er didn't speak, her clear, cold gaze simply falling upon Xiao Huohuo.

Xiao Huohuo smiled.

He looked at the self-proclaimed clever monk with an expression no different from looking at an idiot.

"Join forces with you?"

He curled his lips, a look of disdain on his face.

"Are you even worthy?"

"You!" The fake smile on Du'e's face instantly froze, replaced by endless gloom and fury.

"Good! What an ignorant young man!"

"Since you refuse a toast and prefer a forfeit, then this poor monk will send you on your way first!"

Before his words fell!

His figure flickered, and he actually abandoned the strange fire, turning instead to strike Xiao Huohuo with a punch!

In his opinion, these two young people were the biggest variable!

They had to be eliminated first!

"Good timing!"

Xiao Huohuo's eyes blazed with Battle Intent, and instead of retreating, he advanced, meeting the punch with his own!

The magical power within him had long been craving release!

Boom!

Fists met!

The violent Qi instantly made the entire stone chamber hum!

Xiao Huohuo's figure didn't even waver, but Du'e took three steps back, his face filled with incredulous shock!

How was that possible?!

He, a dignified Martial Emperor, had actually lost in strength to a mere youth?!

"Again!"

Xiao Huohuo, having gained the upper hand, pressed forward, his fists raining down like a storm!

Du'e was also enraged, no longer holding back in the slightest. He unleashed the Buddhist Vajra Fist to its extreme, battling fiercely with Xiao Huohuo!

For a time, fist shadows flew, and Qi surged!

The two were evenly matched, fighting for three hundred rounds without a clear victor!

The little girl had long been protected by the strange fire's golden light, watching the battle with a nervous expression.

Ling Ke'er, on the other hand, crossed her arms, watching the battle with great interest, as if this earth-shattering battle was merely an entertaining performance.

She could tell that Xiao Huohuo wasn't using his full strength at all.

He was playing.

He was using this unlucky Martial Emperor monk as a sparring partner.