Records of the Human Emperor Chapter 1476: The Successor of the Origin Immortal Art!

Chapter 1476: The Successor of the Origin Immortal Art!

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

"Four Ends Martial Lord?"

Wang Chong stared in shock at the figure in the cave.

The man standing there was none other than the first to enter the pit, the Four Ends Martial Lord. When everyone was still hesitating over the hidden dangers within the pit, the Four Ends Martial Lord had gone in without hesitation.

Wang Chong had encountered the Black Yin Ancestor and many other martial artists on his path here, but he had not seen this individual most esteemed amongst the unaffiliated martial artists.

He hadn't expected to run into him here.

The Four Ends Martial Lord was standing tall, his body exuding power and majesty, and the bright armor and large cape he wore clearly indicated his identity. This sort of mighty and soldierly aura was very rare in the martial arts world.

"Martial Lord?"

Wang Chong slowed down and began to slowly walk through this eerie cave toward the Four Ends Martial Lord.

But the Four Ends Martial Lord appeared to not hear Wang Chong. He remained motionless, seemingly thinking of something or looking at something. Wang Chong couldn't see his face, so he couldn't determine what he was actually doing.

One step, two steps… as Wang Chong got closer and closer to the Four Ends Martial Lord, the Martial Lord's cape fiercely snapped and fluttered, but the man himself remained motionless.

Wang Chong creased his brow, sensing that something was wrong but not exactly knowing what the problem was.

"Martial Lord?"

Finally, Wang Chong reached the front of the Four Ends Martial Lord. With just a glance, Wang Chong trembled and paled.

The Four Ends Martial Lord was standing in front of a passage, his eyes wide open and his veins bulging, but his complexion was the ghastly pale white of a dead man. Wang Chong could sense no vitality from his body.

Whoosh!

Grimacing, Wang Chong extended a finger to the tip of the Four Ends Martial Lord's nose. It was cold to the touch, and there was no sign of a

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