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As the black-robed old monk fell, Ye Wudao had cleared out the seventh floor of the Tomb of the North King!
"Too strong!"
"This is the true might of the Young North King!" Zhan Chi and Hubei, two great generals of Beiliang, were incredibly shocked.
Such is the difference between a king and his generals!
Right at that moment, a fierce clamor of battle suddenly erupted from the floors above.
"It seems many bandits have already headed upstairs!" Ye Wudao's eyes were piercingly cold, as the Tomb of the North King had nine floors, filled with a vast amount of treasures!
The higher one goes, the more precious the treasures!
The funeral goods left by my father shall not be sullied by others!
Ye Wudao immediately sprang into action.
"Quick, follow!" Hubei and the others swiftly followed suit.
The eighth floor of the Tomb of the North King.
This place harbored weapons, Spirit Pills, marvelous medicines left by the North King, countless in number!
