Chapter 1121
Ancient Royal Tomb
Su Xiaoluo's face turned pale, and she subconsciously took a step back, her eyes filled with worry.
She could sense the bloodthirsty aura emanating from Fang Gu; that power was filled with an aura of slaughter and destruction, inspiring fear in everyone.
Only Fu Ye remained calm and composed, as if he had anticipated this scene.
Why isn't Lord Fu Ye surprised at all? Did he already know that Fang Gu would obtain the Ancient King's Armor?
Mo Fan was puzzled, but then he saw Fu Ye's lips curl into a faint sneer.
Mo Fan instantly recalled Fu Ye's earlier words and suddenly understood.
That's right! Lord Fu Ye said that Fang Gu would die in the ancient king's altar because of his greed.
Although he obtained the ancient royal armor and gained great power, his talent was simply insufficient to control this power.
In the end, they will only be devoured by the power of the ancient king, drained of all their life force, and turned into a skeleton!
Thinking of this, Mo Fan's worries gradually dissipated, replaced by a sense of relief.
Fang Gu's greed ultimately ruined him; even if he obtained the inherited power, it only hastened his own demise.
Fang Gu felt the surge of power within him and went even more frantic.
He turned to look at Mo Fan and the others, his eyes filled with contempt and murderous intent.
"You fools! Now you know how powerful I am, right? The legacy of the ancient king rightfully belongs to me! You all deserve to die!"
He raised his hand and waved it, and a surge of powerful bloodthirsty energy condensed into a massive energy blade, slashing towards Mo Fan and the others. The energy blade carried the power to tear everything apart, and wherever it passed, the space itself rippled slightly.
"Watch out!" Mo Fan quickly activated fire magic, and golden flames attempted to block the energy blade's attack.
Zhang Xiaohou also activated wind magic.
However, Fang Gu's power at this moment was simply too great. His energy blade instantly tore through the fire wall and whirlwind barrier, and continued to slash at everyone.
At this critical moment, Fu Ye made a move.
He remained standing in the same spot, casually raising his hand, a faint spatial ripple emanating from his palm.
The energy blade struck him, as if hitting an invisible wall, instantly halting its advance, and then, under the pressure of spatial forces, gradually dissipated into nothingness.
"Wh...what?" Fang Gu's smile froze instantly, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"This is impossible! I have already received the legacy of the ancient king, how could my power be ineffective against you?"
Fu Ye glanced at him indifferently, his tone calm and unwavering.
"You think you're worthy of controlling the power of the ancient king? You're nothing but a clown who's been devoured by that power."
Fang Gu's face turned bright red, and the madness and killing intent in his eyes intensified.
"How dare you insult me? I'll kill you!"
He roared, his bloodthirsty aura surging wildly within him, and with a flash, he pounced towards Fu Ye.
He moved with incredible speed, leaving behind a trail of dark red afterimages. He conjured two blood-red blades in his hands, attempting to kill Fu Ye.
Fu Ye didn't even try to dodge; he simply stood there quietly.
Mo Fan and the others looked at Fang Gu rushing towards Fu Ye, feeling no worry whatsoever, but rather some sympathy.
They knew that Fang Gu was courting death.
Sure enough, just as Fang Gu was about to rush in front of Fu Ye, the ancient royal armor on his body suddenly burst out with a dazzling red light.
A powerful suction force emanated from the cloak, frantically absorbing the life force and magical energy within Fang Gu's body.
"Ah! My power! No, no!!" Fang Gu let out a shrill scream, his madness instantly replaced by fear.
He could clearly feel his strength rapidly draining away, his life force being slowly drained, and his body beginning to wither. He tried to break free from the ancient king's armor, but found that the cloak had become completely fused with his body and could not be separated at all.
His skin began to turn sallow, his muscles atrophied, and his eyes gradually lost their luster.
Fu Ye watched this scene with a cold, indifferent gaze, showing no emotion whatsoever.
"The greedy will eventually be devoured by their own greed. This is the consequence of your coveting of the ancient king's legacy."
Mo Fan, Zhang Xiaohou, and Su Xiaoluo stood aside, quietly watching Fang Gu's life force being drained away bit by bit, without the slightest pity in their hearts.
Fang Gu's actions were all his own choice, and this is the retribution he deserves.
Soon, Fang Gu's body completely withered away, turning into a pale skeleton.
A greedy man ultimately died because of his own greed, turning into a speck of dust on the altar.
The ancient royal armor lost its power source, and its dark red light gradually dimmed. It slid off the skeleton and, as if it had come back to life, returned to the blood-red throne, emitting a faint mournful cry.
Fu Ye's gaze fell on the ancient royal armor on the altar, a barely perceptible glint flashing in his eyes.
"The legacy of the ancient king is not something that can be obtained so easily."
He strode toward the altar, his dark robes appearing exceptionally mysterious amidst the swirling aura of bloodlust.
Mo Fan, Zhang Xiaohou, and Su Xiaoluo quickly followed, their eyes filled with curiosity and wariness.
The inheritance seized through greed ultimately became a deadly shackle.
Fu Ye's gaze calmly fell on the dark red armor robe beside the skeleton.
This is the imperial armor left behind by the ancient king.
Fu Ye was well aware that the energy within this armor was extremely domineering, and it also contained the terrifying obsession of an ancient king who had not dissipated after his death.
In the original novel, Zu Xingyi wore it and was gradually assimilated by obsession and the aura of the dead, eventually ending up as a creature that was neither human nor ghost.
Now that the other party is not here, this armor will naturally not fall into his and Mo Fan's hands.
I stepped forward slowly, raised my fingertips slightly, and snatched the armor robe that exuded imperial power into my hand from a distance.
Upon contact with the armor, a violent, cold, and endlessly conquering imperial will surged wildly at his mind, attempting to forcefully penetrate his body and claim ownership.
The armor seemed to possess a spirit, trembling violently in Fu Ye's palm, with its black and red necromantic imperial aura surging wildly, attempting to actively entangle his body.
"Tsk, this armor seems to be the power within me, trying to cling to it, trying to revive by borrowing my power."
"But unfortunately, it made a mistake."
He didn't even want an old armor robe tainted by the obsession of the dead.
With a slight tightening of his palm, the power of space instantly locked down any movement of the armor.
No matter how it struggled, roared, or unleashed the oppressive aura of a necromantic emperor, it was like a ferocious beast being held by the very tip of its tongue, unable to move.
"If your obsession runs too deep, it's time to let it go."
Fu Ye spoke calmly, and a stream of jet-black power burst forth from his fingertips, piercing directly into the core of the armor.
"puff--"
A soft sound, like a bubble bursting.
The ancient kingly obsession that had lingered within the armor for millennia, capable of assimilating even the protagonist of the original story, was instantly crushed, erased, and purified by Fu Ye. (End of Chapter)