Chapter 724

Li Chen’s spirit surged: “Where?”

Bi Chen Tianzun affirmed: “Deep within the ‘Mist Veil Imperial Tomb’ a hundred li west of the city! It’s a forbidden zone where generations of Great Luo emperors rest—vast in scope, layered with ancient and powerful prohibitions and arrays; ordinary people cannot penetrate it at all. It’s the perfect place to hide and establish a secret base.”

“Imperial tomb forbidden zone? They picked their spot well.” Li Chen’s eyes flashed with cold light; he no longer hesitated. “Gather everyone! Execute the plan!”

Under the deep night, several shadows, as if merged with darkness, slipped silently out of Shenggong and raced toward the royal necropolis west of the city, shrouded in mist and legend.

A deadly net targeting Romanov and Ivan was rapidly closing.

And right now, they had no idea they were still gloating.

Hearing Romanov recount how he had “forcefully” set a trap for the Witch Ancestor at the banquet, Ivan burst into laughter, as if the humiliation of his last failed scheme—losing both his wife and his troops—had vanished entirely.

He even began boasting: “I told you! Grand Ancestor, your plan last time was surely deeply calculated, with hidden moves! You let the Witch Ancestor taste a little sweetness, lowered his guard, and now he’s willingly walking right into our trap! Brilliant! Truly brilliant!”

Seeing his grandson so “cleverly” justify his earlier failure, Romanov felt a surge of pride and stroked his beard, nodding in approval.

He adopted an air of supreme confidence: “Naturally. The way of the game is this: until the final deadlock is reached, every move may conceal hidden depths. What seems a idle move—or even a blunder—can, when properly used, become the decisive masterstroke at the critical moment! The subtlety of this, you must deeply comprehend.”

Just as the old and young man were lost in their self-constructed fantasy of victory, boasting to each other, convinced they had the “Witch Ancestor” completely under their thumb, a sudden change erupted!

Beneath the deep night sky, within this special space deep in the imperial tomb, the barrier Romanov had personally erected—so confident in its invincibility—suddenly trembled with an almost imperceptible ripple.

Though the intruders’ techniques were superb and their movements nearly silent, Romanov, as the master of this space and a cultivator who had reached the pinnacle of attainment, instantly sensed the discord!

His smug expression froze, instantly replaced by extreme vigilance and fury.

Though this was an imperial tomb, its interior had long been transformed by Romanov’s immense power into an independent paradise realm—abundant with spiritual energy, thick with hidden prohibitions and arrays.

He never imagined anyone could find this place so swiftly—and forcibly breach his barrier to intrude!

“Hmph! Who dares sneak into my paradise realm?!” Romanov roared, his voice exploding like thunder throughout the miniature world.

His aura erupted violently, like an ancient beast awakening from slumber; terrifying pressure instantly spread, making the courtyard’s flowers, plants, and rockeries creak under the strain.

In an instant, his form blurred—he appeared in the center of the courtyard outside the house, eyes like lightning, scanning the void. His voice was icy, dripping with undeniable killing intent: “Coward hiding in shadows! Come out before me! Reveal yourself—I may yet grant you a whole corpse!”

Before he finished speaking, space before him twisted, and two figures appeared with casual ease, seemingly unmoved by his aura.

One, the Late Wind True Person, holding a folding fan, glanced at his companion, Qing Xu Shangren, and complained: “See? I told you your ‘Silent Infiltration Technique’ isn’t refined enough. Look—you were spotted the moment you entered! You should’ve followed my method: break the array with an array. It’s noisier, but he’d never have reacted in time.”

Qing Xu Shangren shot him a scathing look and retorted: “Shut your damn mouth, Late Wind! If you hadn’t been messing around beside me, disrupting my cultivation, that old fool would’ve never noticed a thing!”