บท 287: Old Swordsman

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

In the right tunnel of the second level of the royal mausoleum were two yellow figures. They moved swiftly, and the sound of air being slices apart could be heard. The people producing the sound were like phantoms. 

The person in the front was dressed in deep yellow and was protected by a golden bell. The qi around him seemed to have gained physical form, and it was forceful as well as aggressive! Wherever he went, he moved at the speed of lightning. 

However, the golden figure chasing after him was clearly stronger. That person was like a golden cannon that charged past the walls in the tunnel. Even though he was only performing simple maneuvers, the explosive speed of his every charge was extremely terrifying!