When the cold iron sword pierced the bluestone floor tiles, the sparks splashed illuminated the boy's pale face.
Lin Feng huddled under the altar table in the ancestral hall, his fingers tightly clasping the cracks in the blue bricks. The smell of blood mixed with the burnt smell kept pouring into his nostrils, and he heard the sound of his teeth chattering very clearly in the empty ancestral hall.
"Quickly!" When his father pushed him into the secret passage three hours ago, the Taotie pattern on the gilt armor was bleeding. "Go to the ancestral temple to find the great elder. No one except him..."
Boom!
The dome suddenly exploded, and moonlight mixed with rubble poured down. Lin Feng looked up and saw seven black shadows standing in the sky on the bloody moon, and the dragon-shaped dark patterns on the black iron mask glowed with light. The leader flicked his finger, and the genealogy enshrined in the shrine instantly turned into powder.
"Lin Feng, the 137th generation grandson of the Lin family." The man in black said in a voice like rusty iron, "Hand over Long Xinjue."
The boy's Adam's apple rolled, and his back pressed against the cold wall. He didn't know anything about Long Xinjue, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a burning pain in his right shoulder. Where the sleeves are torn, dark golden dragon patterns are swimming under the skin, as if they are about to burst out of the body.
"So it's in your blood." The man in black chuckled, and the bronze bell on his waist automatically moved without wind, "It saves trouble."
Lin Feng felt that his internal organs were suddenly twisted into a ball, and hot blood surged out of all seven orifices at the same time. In his hazy state of consciousness, he heard an old dragon's roar coming from deep within his bloodline, and nine golden light spots lit up in his dantian. When the seventh light point exploded, the entire ancestral hall suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
