"Phew."
"That was close."
Seeing everything return to normal, Chu Feng couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. It seemed that the owner of this Emperor's Tomb was not a bloodthirsty person — he hadn't chosen to kill Chu Feng and the others, and instead decided to let them live.
Just thinking about the terrifying scene moments ago gave Chu Feng a feeling of having survived a calamity. A single wave of imperial might was already this powerful — just how terrifying would a Martial Emperor be?
Chu Feng truly couldn't imagine how horrifying the true power of a Martial Emperor would be. Perhaps an entire world could be destroyed by one.
At this moment, Chu Feng finally understood. The dangers of the Emperor's Tomb were such that even with the mysterious man leading the way, they still couldn't get through — let alone if Chu Feng tried alone. It had to be said, the treasures inside the Emperor's Tomb were not easy to claim.
"Uwaaahhhh~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"
However, just when Chu Feng thought the crisis had passed, the mysterious man suddenly clutched his head with both hands and let out a blood-curdling scream toward the sky. Between his roars, he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Where do I come from?! Where do I come from?! WHERE DO I COME FROM?!!!"
His voice was extraordinarily loud, like ten thousand peals of thunder booming simultaneously. At the same time, the red scars wrapped around his entire body blazed with an intense, brilliant light.
But his tone was filled with terror. It was obvious that he had been frightened — frightened by that imperial might — so badly that he could no longer control his emotions.
"Aaaargh~~~~~~~~"
"Where do I come from?! Where do I come from?!"
The mysterious man's roars grew louder and louder, and more and more panicked. He even began pounding his own head and tearing at his hair, paying no attention to Chu Feng no matter how loudly he called out.
"This is bad."
The mysterious man's sudden change filled Chu Feng with deep unease, because it seemed like the man had truly gone mad — as if he had fallen into qi deviation. If this continued, he would die.
"You come from the Eastern Sea. Your name is Huangfu Haoyue, and you are the forty-second Holy Son of the Burning Heaven Holy Cult!"
Just when Chu Feng was at his wit's end, completely at a loss, the black-robed elder trapped within the Four Symbols Restraining Array suddenly spoke.
Upon hearing the black-robed elder's words, the mysterious man's expression changed. He then murmured to himself: "Eastern Sea? Huangfu Haoyue? Burning Heaven Holy Cult? Forty-second Holy Son?"
In that moment, the mysterious man's face shifted through more than a hundred different expressions in the blink of an eye. No one knew what he was thinking.
"Whoosh"
Suddenly, the mysterious man launched himself into the air, hurtling toward Chu Feng — but he didn't stop in front of him.
His speed was simply too fast. Chu Feng only felt a gust of wind rush past him. When he looked up, the man had already vanished into the distance.
"Damn it!" Chu Feng cursed under his breath. The mysterious man had actually abandoned him and fled on his own.
If he could find him again someday, that would be one thing. But if he couldn't, this was the same as losing a Martial King-level fighter. Now he was back to being alone again.