Chapter 1705 - Breaks Through Two Passes In a Row (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The Death Pass was at an inconspicuous corner within District D. If the stooped old man had not led him, Bu Fang might not be able to find it. No, it should be that he could not have imagined that the only entrance to District C was here.

They entered the stone door. Inside, black water filled with the power of curses flowed across the ground. It was bone-piercing cold, like the water of the Yellow Spring that could freeze one’s soul.

The stooped old man walked at the forefront, leading Bu Fang. “This is a secret passage. A woman told me about it once… I tried to brave it, but unfortunately… I failed,” he said. He sounded lonely. It seemed that this passage was a sad place for him.

“Your strength is considered good among Saints of the Great Path, but… It will still be quite difficult for you to break through the Death Pass.” The old man glanced over his shoulder at Bu Fang.

Bu Fang twitched the corners of his mouth and said nothing. This old man was also a chef. Bu Fang was surprised when he mentioned that. However, he only said that it pained him to look back into the past, and he never told Bu Fang anything else.

Their main goal was to break through the Death Pass.

“In total, there are three passes you need to break through… Do you think it’s too few?” The old man chuckled, revealing his yellow teeth.

Bu Fang paused. ‘This old man is so unlike those in District D,’ he thought to himself. ‘Compared to them, he’s more emotional… He likes to smile.’

“Back then, I’ve broken through two passes, but I failed at the third… I hope you will not repeat my mistake. I genuinely hope that you can break through the Death Pass and bring me to District C.”

The old man paused, his eyes glistened with something wet, then he went on, “Only after entering District C could I… meet that person.”

Bu Fang nodded. In exchange for telling him the location of the Death Pass, he would take the old man with him to District C. This was the deal between them, and he thought it was a fair deal.

Whitey followed behind Bu Fang while Foxy hugged the latter’s head, squeaking.

“We’ve arrived at the first pass,” the old man suddenly said.

Bu Fang paused, and their steps came to a halt.

On the benches around the fighting pit, an uproar broke out among the nobles.

“Oh! It has begun! Tear them into pieces!”

“I bet they can’t even break through the first pass!”

“I also bet these lowly people lose in the first pass!”

The nobles roared and hooted, craning their necks and fixing their eyes on the image.

Countess Xia Qiu glanced at them and exhaled. Nethery, on the other hand, stared indifferently at the image. No one could tell what she was thinking through her eyes. The noblewoman wore an amused look and curled up her red lips, as if she was looking forward to something.

…

Inside the Death Pass, Bu Fang’s mental force spread out in all directions. In the water flowing across the ground, a cold clunking noise rang out. Slowly, a figure in black armor emerged.

The figure was swathed in black bandages and clad in ragged armor. His aura fluctuated, and his cultivation base seemed to have reached the top of a Saint of the Great Path. Just the impact from his aura alone had already filled the entire passage with a rumbling noise.

“Be careful… This is the Accursed Lich King!” the old man quickly warned Bu Fang.

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“Accursed Lich King?”

The figure roared. His body was soaked with an endless amount of curse power, which made his strength reach the peak of a Saint of the Great Path. He was also very fast. With a rumbling sound, he bolted forward, closing in on Bu Fang in just a flash.

“Don’t touch his body! His curse power will crawl onto you and kill you instantly!”

Bu Fang’s heart skipped a beat as he sensed the curse power.

Something seemed to restrict this Accursed Lich King. He could not use divine power. However, his body was his strongest weapon. With every charge, he corroded the ground and left behind a deep hole. After a few charges, the ground was riddled with extremely corrosive pits.

Whitey stood in the distance, its mechanical eyes flashing. As for Foxy and Shrimpy, they had left Bu Fang’s shoulder and were staying with Whitey. The stooped old man was a little excited and clenched his fists.

The Vermilion Robe fluttered noisily as Bu Fang landed on the last patch of ground that was intact, surrounded by the corrosive power of curses.

…

“This boy can’t escape now!”

“Tear him apart! Tear his body into pieces!”

“Why is this lad so weak? He can’t even break through the first pass… My bets are wasted!”

The nobles were more nervous than Bu Fang. Some people who bet that he could get through two passes immediately put their hands on their heads and spat venomous curses, while others were laughing excitedly as if they had already seen the Accursed Lich King tear Bu Fang into pieces.

Countess Xia Qiu glanced at Nethery. “Is the Goddess not placing her bet?” she said, smiling.

Nethery shook her head and said nothing.

The noblewoman, on the other hand, smiled and said, “Don’t let us spoil your game. We’re just here to have a look… We will return later. The Queen attaches great importance to the Goddess. She fears that she is giving the Goddess too much pressure, so she asked me to bring her out for a breather.”

She glanced at Nethery, then at the image in the fighting pit. The smile on her face grew broader.

Countess Xia Qiu seemed to realize something. A hint of a sneer brushed the corners of her mouth as she gave Nethery a look. Then, she turned to look at the scene in the Death Pass and stopped talking.

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Naturally, Bu Fang did not know that he had become the center of attention for many people. The Accursed Lich King in front of him, who was a peak Saint of the Great Path, made him a little wary.

In this Death Path, energy seemed to be suppressed. He could only use his physical strength. This was not good news for Bu Fang.

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He glanced around. The surroundings were filled with corrosive curse power. He exhaled deeply. ‘This Lich King plans to force me to a tight corner and then kill me with slow torture… What a treacherous fellow.’

Facing the Accursed Lich King, who was approaching step by step and emanating terrible curse power that seemed to corrode the void, Bu Fang turned to look at Foxy.

“Come here, Foxy,” Bu Fang beckoned.

Foxy, laying on top of Whitey’s head, paused, and her eyes widened. Hurriedly, she kept shaking her head.