Chapitre 139: Chapter 138 Netherworld Hall

Three figures, crashed into the blood-colored gates.

Buzz—Thud!

The enchanting, blood-red gates slowly closed, shutting everyone else out.

"Ah! My inheritance!"

"Damn it, why wasn't it me!"

"That Lin Xuan is too lucky!"

Some martial artists clutched their heads and wept, lamenting their lives.

Among them, Zheng Jun suffered the most.

He had the highest cultivation and, as a direct disciple, held a revered status, always considering himself the foremost among these people.

Yet the martial arts inheritance, so close within reach, slipped through his fingers, and all he could do was watch helplessly.

And Lin Xuan, whom he regarded as an ant, was able to enter.

"This isn't fair!" Zheng Jun roared inwardly. He struck the red gate with his palm, but to no avail.

"Hmph! I don't believe you won't come out!" Zheng Jun sat down, ready to wait for Lin Xuan.

He wanted to snatch the inheritance from Lin Xuan's hands and torment him to death!