The succession ceremony of the patriarch of the Antonio family ended in a hustle and bustle.

At about six o'clock in the evening, Vir walked out of the castle alone.

The cool breeze of the night blew Vir's short hair, and his black windbreaker almost blended into the night.

"Ville, wait."

Anita shouted at the castle gate, but Weir did not look back.

"You must come back alive."

Weir chuckled.

"Who knows."

After saying that, Weir turned around and disappeared into the night, turning into a afterimage.

"boom!"

A loud bang spread throughout "Mary Qiaoa", scaring some of the Tianlong people who were ravaging female slaves or making fun in other ways.

"Has it started?"

A fire rose into the sky, followed by a fierce shout of killing.

Two minutes later, Ville came to the front of the castle of the Antonio Family.

Gunshots, weapons collisions, and the sound of the strong fighting were heard from time to time.

"Bang."

A window of the castle shattered, and a corpse that was twisted to the point of being distorted was flying out.

Weir saw No. 3 in the window. The metal mask on No. 3's face was stained with blood. After nodding to Vale, No. 3 flashed and disappeared.

Holding the hilt of the sword with his right hand, the 'Yi Blood' was unsheathed, and Villet walked into the castle.

The scene that caught my eye was a spacious living room, which was already in a mess, and occasionally a corpse could be seen.

The map of the castle, Ville had seen it, so he walked straight to the 'underground altar'.

"Stop it."

A strong man rushed towards Vir and punched Vir in the head.

But Weir didn't go to see the other person at all, just walked straight forward.

"boom."

A fist wrapped in metal, blocking Ville, was number four.

Before Vir arrives at the underground altar, he will not take action. There are other people covering the road. He only needs to retain his physical strength and fight the old monster with all his strength.

Along the way, Weir sensed many powerful people, and there were as many as three or four powerful people who could compete with the Navy General.

"Ville, here."

Cassinai walked out of the room beside him, and it seemed that he had been hiding here for a long time.

"I will help you lead the way. The entrance to the 'underground altar' cannot be opened by brute force."

Weir did not make a sound, but observed Cassinai's expression and found no abnormalities.

Cassinai walked ahead, and Vill followed closely behind.

Soon, a stair leading directly to the ground appeared, and the narrow steps seemed to lead to the center of the earth, which was pitch black.

Walking on the steps, Vill found that the surrounding walls were all made of rare metal and were very sturdy.

After walking for about three minutes, Ville came to the end of the steps and a metal door appeared in front of him.

"Give me five minutes, and I can open the door without the other party's awareness."

"No, you can leave."

Casinai was about to speak when he saw Vir's eyes shining with lightning in the darkness.

"Gurl." After swallowing his saliva, Casinai passed by Vir with his back close to the wall, and then ran towards the ground.

"bite."

A light sound spread, a light blue slash passed through the air, and the metal door was cut into two sections, and Vill slowly walked into the "underground altar".

Casinai, who heard the sound, stopped his pace and twitched his lips after seeing the cut-out metal door.

The metal door was forged from several rare metals, with a thickness of one meter, and has not been damaged in the slightest period of hundreds of years.

Now, the metal door was easily cut open by Weir, which shows Weir's current swordsmanship.

After entering the altar, the scene that caught my eye surprised Weir.

Unlike what he imagined, the ‘underground altar’ did not feel that cold and humid, the air was fresh and the fragrance of plants.

The scene that caught my eye was a bookshelves with many historical books on it.

Behind the bookshelf is a wooden table and various daily necessities.

Behind the quaint wooden table, a middle-aged man sat, holding today's newspaper in his hand.

"Young man, are you here to kill me? Wait until I finish reading this newspaper."

The middle-aged man's face was a little pale, but his appearance was majestic.

The current appearance of the ‘old monster’ is the appearance of Cassinai’s father Antonio Edwin.

Although the other party looked at the most forty, Weir felt a decayed aura on the other party.

Under that decayed feeling, Weir also felt the other party's strength, as creepy as the abyss.

"Reading newspapers? I don't have that extra time."

Weir walked to the wooden table with his sword, and slashed the long sword in his hand towards the throat of the "old monster".

The long sword slashed through the air and touched the old monster's neck in an instant, but it suddenly stopped.

A drop of blood remained along the old monster's neck, but the old monster, that is, "Antonio Alexander", did not move.

"Why, don't you plan to resist? Just be willing to die like this?"

If such a powerful opponent is killed without resistance, it will disappoint Weir. Moreover, Weir feels that the other party is wrong.

"Click, click~."

A large piece of cracks began to appear on Antonio Alexander's face. After a crisp sound, Antonio Alexander's entire face broke.

A layer of material similar to tree bark fell off Antonio Alexander's face, and an old face appeared in Vier's eyes.

"Young man, I have lived for too long, for hundreds of years. Now I suddenly want to die. If you can kill me, I still have to thank you. Why do you resist?

You know, there are not many people who can hurt me. In this world, there are no more than two people who can hurt me, and you are one of them."

Antonio Alexander's aura was very powerful. It did not decay his body for hundreds of years, but it decayed his heart.

Is immortality really a good thing? Of course not, just look at Antonio Alexander now.

The long years may be even more terrifying than death.

"What, don't you do it, young man."

Antonio Alexander looked and Weir with a smile.

"Is there any human being in this world who is stronger than you?"

Vill stood there with his sword, looking at Antonio Alexander with a bright look, as if he was sensing something.

"Let me think about it. One time I went out to do business and encountered a phantom beast species. The man was quite strong, but he was not my opponent, so I killed him. The man seemed to be called "Baloric...", I can't remember it, and the others seemed to call him Red Earl.

After that, I didn’t find too strong humans except you.”

Vill was a little surprised that Count Red was actually killed. No wonder that the guy stopped moving after leaving the 'Propulsion City'.

"Is that true? It seems that you have no fighting spirit."

Weir took out a bottle of potion in his pocket watch.

"This thing can clearly understand your memory and make you forget many things, including things that have been alive for five hundred years. For you, is this a rebirth?"

Antonio Alexander, who was reading the newspaper, raised his head suddenly, and his eyes seemed to be filled with flames, staring at the potion in Vir's hand greedily.

"I order you to hand over that thing to me, and then Gong will leave the castle. I will not pursue what happened today."

A smile appeared on Weir's face, and he let go of the potion in his hand, which broke open after it landed on the ground.

"You're looking for death."

Antonio Alexander's originally peaceful expression suddenly became ferocious.

"Come out and get a bunch of wood in front of me. Do you really think I can't recognize it?"
Chapter completed!