Chapter 927: The Ancient Altar

"Phew! Finally, I have avenged my grievances!"

Looking at Zhao Hai's corpse, Zhao Xing took a deep breath and said.

His eyes flickered with a cold glint.

He then turned around and walked toward the ancient altar, sitting cross-legged on the ground, his hands forming seals as endless magic patterns surged.

"Open!"

Zhao Xing then let out a fierce roar.

This heaven and earth trembled slightly.

Immediately after, the space actually split open, and a massive portal appeared before him.

This was the teleportation gate leading to the secret realm.

Zhao Xing's gaze remained fixed on the teleportation gate for a long time without speaking.

In the end, he made his decision.

He would enter the secret realm to seek a breakthrough and allow his family to rise!

"Brother Zhao Xing!"

At this moment, the young girl ran to Zhao Xing's side and called out.

She looked at the corpse on the ground with immense grief.

This was the brother she had grown up playing with.

Yet now, he had fallen.

"Xiaorou, don't cry. Wait for me to return and marry you."

Looking at this beautiful and kind girl, Zhao Xing said with a solemn expression.

"Mm-hmm."

The beautiful girl nodded upon hearing Zhao Xing's words.

Afterward, Zhao Xing took a step and entered the secret realm.

Soon, Zhao Xing's figure completely disappeared from this space.

The place returned to complete calm.

As for the Legion Commander, after watching Zhao Xing leave, a gloomy expression appeared on his face.

"I hope you do not disappoint His Majesty's high expectations, otherwise..."

The Legion Commander muttered to himself at this moment.

He disappeared from the spot directly.

After Zhao Xing stepped into the teleportation gate, the surrounding scenery changed instantly.

This was inside a mountain cave, covered in dust and very old.

However, in the very center of the cave, a stone coffin was placed.

Clearly, some kind of existence lay inside.

"No matter what kind of monster you are,

I will kill you today!"

Zhao Xing said, his eyes shooting out intense killing intent.

He approached the stone coffin step by step.

The next moment, a terrifying aura was released from the stone coffin.

It was like a prehistoric fierce beast awakening.

The lid of the stone coffin was flipped over, and a black light shot out from within.

This black light was incredibly fast.

It instantly enveloped Zhao Xing.

Leaving him with nowhere to hide.

Immediately, a sharp claw, black as ink and gleaming with sharpness, appeared beside his neck, merely three inches from his throat.

Had Zhao Xing not dodged quickly enough, this claw would have definitely shredded his throat.

Beads of sweat the size of beans seeped from his forehead.

Zhao Xing's eyes held a solemn look as he stared at the creature before him.

It was actually a black leopard, completely pitch-black.

Its fur was as tough as iron, gleaming with a metallic luster.

A pair of scarlet eyes stared fixedly at Zhao Xing.

Emitting a bloodthirsty and cruel scent.

"Hiss!"

The leopard let out a low growl, and then it pounced out.

Its claws, like steel blades, scraped against the ground, emitting a harsh friction sound.

Zhao Xing retreated rapidly, avoiding the other party's attack.

He then leaped up, arriving on the leopard's back.

He stepped on the leopard's back with both feet.

He kicked off with force, his body flying into the air as he stabbed toward the leopard's throat.

A muffled sound was heard; the leopard's throat was pierced through, and blood sprayed out.

The leopard wailed, its massive body falling to the ground.

At this moment, Zhao Xing also fell to the ground, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth; clearly, that last strike had cost him as well.

Just then, a group of soldiers clad in armor and holding weapons appeared in the distance.

They were all members of the Imperial Guard.

Leading them was a commander at the Six-Star Martial Master level.

"Audacious!"

Seeing the scene before him, the Imperial Guard commander shouted angrily.

He exuded a terrifying killing intent and charged directly toward Zhao Xing.

This scene alarmed all the Imperial Guards here.

Soon, dozens of Imperial Guards surrounded Zhao Xing.

They held their weapons, looking at Zhao Xing with chilling murderous intent.

Zhao Xing stood in place with an indifferent expression, not afraid in the slightest, his eyes flickering with cold light.

"Kill!"

The Imperial Guard commander waved the battle sword in his hand and shouted sternly. ===== CHAPTER 929 =====