With the guidance of the Despicable Donkey, Ling Feng found it relatively easy to locate the Sword Tomb.

Because of Wang Bodang, Ling Feng held a breath of indignation in his heart, and he wished more than ever to become stronger as soon as possible.

However, he wasn’t overly anxious for quick results. As he traversed the fourth layer of the Underground Palace, at every moment, under the grinding of the invisible Sword Pressure, Ling Feng could feel his Sea of Consciousness’s two Great Accomplishment Sword Intent constantly ascending!

At this moment, it had almost reached a bottleneck, only a final push from the mini-accomplishment level of Sword Intent was needed.

"Stop for a moment."

Suddenly, the voice of the Despicable Donkey came from his mind.

The tone carried a hint of gravity.

"Kid, we might have a great harvest this time!"

The Despicable Donkey said with some pride, "Once we reap the benefits, don’t forget to share a portion with me!"

Ling Feng rolled his eyes, "You sound like you wouldn’t take your share even if I didn’t offer it."

"Humph, this harvest will definitely exceed your imagination!"

The Despicable Donkey took a deep breath and began guiding Ling Feng.

Not long after, relying on the sensing ability of the Despicable Donkey, Ling Feng truly found a uniquely looking Sword Tomb.

"Amazing, this is an Ancestral Sword Tomb!"

The Despicable Donkey laughed heartily, "I say, kid Ling Feng, you really have luck on your side this time, it’s an ancestral level!"

Ling Feng raised his hand and rubbed his nose, contemplating fate...

After the Sunset Chosen One, his Power of Destiny had reached the level of a hundred-foot Tianlong. If his luck isn’t good, then hardly anyone could be considered fortunate.

"Ancestral Sword Tomb, huh!"

Ling Feng looked at the giant Sword Stele before him, secretly a bit expectant. So to speak, this Sword Tomb should contain the sword inheritance of some ancestor-level powerhouse.

Ancestral level!

Keep in mind, even a Saint Level powerhouse was someone Ling Feng could only admire from afar, and an ancestor-level stands among the Peak of existence in this world.

"Hurry up and open it!"

The Despicable Donkey’s voice was also a bit excited, "An Ancestral-level Sword Tomb, there might be more than one treasure. Kid Ling Feng, this principle of sharing upon meeting, you should understand?"

Ling Feng rolled his eyes, "The sword inheritance is useless to you!"

"Useless, yet this Divine Beast wants it! Not convinced!" The Despicable Donkey’s eyes burn hotly, while not needing swordsmanship or sword Dao secret techniques, it would certainly fight Ling Feng tooth and nail over treasures that could enhance constitution and Divine Power.

Taking a deep breath, Ling Feng pressed his palm onto it as he did before.

Suddenly, an astonishing chill hit, almost freezing him entirely.

Ling Feng’s eyelids twitched, hastily activating the Fourth-rank Swallowing Flame to dispel the chill and then injected his Sword Intent into the gigantic Sword Stele.

"Not good, kid Ling Feng, be careful!"

At this moment, the Despicable Donkey shouted alarmingly again.

Ling Feng quickly withdrew his hand, and now, the Sword Tomb before him had undergone some peculiar changes. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"Creak! Creak!"

As if a stone gate was being pushed open, and next, a spine-chilling sound seemed to emerge from the Netherworld Hell.

Immediately, from the cracked Sword Tomb, a white skeletal arm suddenly extended!

Just the extended arm bone was thicker than Ling Feng’s leg, imagining how gigantic the whole skeleton would be once it climbed out.

"Tomb Guardian Demon Spirit!"

The Despicable Donkey roared lowly, "Kid Ling Feng, I forgot to tell you, generally, Ancestral Sword Tombs have Demon Spirits guarding them!"

"Damn, you could forget that!"

Ling Feng cursed aloud, as the Demon Spirit’s aura made him shiver in fear.

"We haven’t encountered such a thing before!"

The Despicable Donkey’s voice carried a bit of trembling, "This damnit is feared to be an Eighth-level Skeleton King, shit, it’s Half-Saint Level! Hurry, act before it fully emerges and annihilate it!"

The Despicable Donkey roared urgently. (PS: The Eighth-level here is similar to Demon ranks.)

"Annihilate it?"

Upon hearing this, Ling Feng’s mouth twitched incessantly.

This is Half-Saint Level?

You’re definitely joking with me!

Nevertheless, Ling Feng quickly took out the Yi Divine Bow and then prepared the Bloodthirsty Soul Chasing Arrow, deploying the Dragon Elephant Divine Power of eighty heads to the utmost, firing three arrows in quick succession.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Three piercing sounds resounded simultaneously, like tangible dark gold rainbows, carrying unparalleled terrifying might, fiercely shooting at the Eighth-level Skeleton King’s skull.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Sparks flew, all three Bloodthirsty Soul Chasing Arrows were deflected, while the enormous skull remained unharmed!

Ling Feng inhaled sharply, even with the Immortal level bow and arrows plus the Dragon Elephant Divine Power of eighty heads, unable to move the Skeleton King one bit!

"Roar!"

A roar akin to tens of thousands of tons of explosives detonating in the void, the resultant gale pushed Ling Feng back a dozen steps.

Ling Feng thrust Ten Directions Annihilation into the ground, carving a long sword scar, struggling to stabilize his form.

"Damn it!"

Ling Feng swallowed hard, a Half-Saint level Skeleton King of such ancient level, how could he possibly contend with it?