Chapter 1151

Chapter 1151

The bronze statue’s eyes ignited with flames, and the hand holding the ax tightened slightly. At the same time, an angry voice echoed in Nash’s mind, “Kid, if I were still alive, a breath from me would

disperse you into the winds in an instant!”

Nash put his hands in his pockets and coldly snorted. “Anyone can

act tough. If you’re so capable, why don’t you come back to life?”

“Ahh, you infuriate me!” White smoke came shooting out from the

statue’s nostrils due to anger.

Lazarus approached at that moment. The flames in the bronze statue’s eyes gradually extinguished as he arrived. Lazarus knelt before the bronze statue and bowed, “I, a descendant of the Woods, a Warlock Clan, pay my respects to the Great Shaman!”

A white light emanated from between the bronze statue’s brows, enveloping Lazarus. In the next moment, a faint golden light

emanated from his body.

The voice of the bronze statue echoed throughout the undergrou

palace, “Your bloodline is sufficiently pure. You just barely qualify

receive my inheritance!”

With those words, the white light between the bronze statue’s brows

brightened. An invisible force took control of Lazarus, bringing him to

his feet before a mysterious dance took over him.

During the bizarre dance, two shadow-like phantoms appeared beside Lazarus, mirroring his movements. They moved in sync, gradually

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drawing closer to one another until they merged into one.

Half an hour passed before Lazarus finally stopped the strange dance. Suddenly, the head of the bronze statue cracked open. It turned into smaller stones that scattered on the ground.

Nash activated his Third Eye to observe Lazarus.

His spirit and soul… Would he go insane like how Thibault did?

Several more minutes passed before Lazarus finally opened his eyes. He came up to Nash excitedly and exclaimed, “Master, I’ve mastered 36 advanced witchcraft techniques!”

Nash was puzzled. “You gained an extra presence. Why haven’t you turned crazy?”

Lazarus laughed bitterly. “The extra presence is called the Warlock Form, and it’s similar to what you develop in the Profound Reality

Realm of your ancient martial arts.”

Nash’s pupils slightly contracted. “So, are you as powerful as someone in the Profound Oriental Realm now?”

Lazarus shook his head with a smile. “The Warlock Soul can only b

used to communicate with the power of heaven and earth to perform

high-level witchcraft techniques. However, the process is extremely

cumbersome.

“They’re similar to rituals performed by Path takers. If I tried to use them in battle, I’d probably perish before I could even get the first step of the dance going.”

Dances were synonymous with ancient Warlock Clans. They

communicated with heaven and earth through dance. Therefore,

most witchcraft required dances to be performed to completion.

“I recall Zavtin is also a warlock. Why is his combat power so

overwhelming?”

Lazarus searched through the knowledge he inherited in his mind for a moment and then answered, “Zavtin is a battle warlock. They are

rare as they require both Soul and Form simultaneously.”

Nash asked nothing and took Lazarus to explore the entire

underground palace.

In the main burial chamber was a coffin with inscriptions indicating it

belonged to Arteria of Churog, a renowned archer. However, they

found no records related to the bronze statue or Zavtin.

When they returned to the surface, it was already afternoon. Everett

and the others immediately surrounded them, bombarding them with

questions. Shannon scrutinized their pockets and clothes, almost

wanting to frisk them.

“Lazarus is a warlock. He obtained the warlock’s legacy through the

bronze statue, but unfortunately, the bronze statue was destroyed.”

Everett’s brows furrowed instantly. “That’s a cultural relic! If

excavated, it would’ve been a national treasure!”

Nash gave Everett a disdainful glance. “The bronze statue is in the burial chamber. You lot can forget ever getting to it in your entire life.”

“We can give up on the excavation as long as we get to protect it.”

“Hey, old man, aren’t you being too full of yourself now that you’ve had your fill? How dare you talk to my grandmaster like that?”

Atlas rolled up his sleeves angrily as if he were ready to fight.

Everett’s emotions began to spiral out of control. “What, you want to

fight?”

Several students immediately surrounded them, and Atlas’ expression

darkened. “You old fart, you really think I won’t hit you?” he

threatened. This old man refused to back down even after Nash had

given a reasonable explanation. If he were so capable, he ought to go

down himself.

“That’s enough!”

Anders suddenly-approached with a satellite phone. “I’ve explained

the situation to the dean. Listen to what he has to say!”

Everett took the phone and listened. “Dean…”

“Professor Holmes, you aren’t to disrespect Master Nash!”

“Dean, they damaged a bronze statue that could’ve been a national

treasure!”

“Master Nash has already explained the situation. That statue

contained an inheritance for warlocks, and a descendant of a

Warlock Clan had obtained it through the statue. This is a good thing!”

“But-”

“Enough. You’re not young anymore. Why are you unable to see the

greater picture? Hurry up and excavate the ancient tomb, then retire and enjoy your old age!”.