"Old Hu, this coffin is so foggy, give it a wave with your fan."
The fat man couldn't help but fan himself inside the coffin, looking at the corpse-laden sarcophagus.
"Stupid, Fatty, you have to use science to fight science."
Hu Ba Yi said, as he took out a talisman from his backpack, made a hand seal, and the corpse qi was blown away by a gust of wind.
"Holy crap, Old Hu, you've improved! You can do Taoist magic now?"
Fatty's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed.
Meanwhile, Zhang Tian was still dodging the arrows shot by the Prince of Gumo, while Fatty was strolling as if he were in a park.
"Master taught me a couple of moves."
Hu Ba Yi explained. After all, he had been initiated into a sect, and the One-Eyed Taoist Master had taught Hu Ba Yi some basics.
"Alas, why didn't Master teach Fatty? Fatty was also a very earnest student. We had such a good relationship, I'd drink with him even if he were dead."
Fatty sighed, looking somewhat melancholic.
Hu Ba Yi looked at him seriously, thinking how thick-skinned one would have to be to say such a thing.
"There are a lot of things in here."
Shirley Yang shone her searchlight into the coffin, her eyes widening at the dazzling array of items within.
Hu Ba Yi's gaze followed.
Inside the coffin, there were no gold or jewels. Instead, there were many personal belongings of the Prince of Gumo.
"Boss, what's this red cloth shirt doing here?"
Suddenly, Fatty picked up a small, red cloth strip connected by two strings.
Fatty's face was full of curiosity.
"This, I don't know."
Hu Ba Yi didn't know much about such things. After glancing at the red cloth, he shook his head.
"Old Hu, hurry up."
Zhang Tian's voice called out from not too far away.
Honestly, the Prince of Gumo's strength wasn't that high. He and Zhang Qilin could have defeated him together.
But who ever heard of someone fighting in armor during close combat?
It was precisely because of this armor that Zhang Tian and Zhang Qilin had only managed to scratch it after fighting for so long.
"Okay, Boss, hold on over there."
Hu Ba Yi shouted, and Fatty had already stuck his head inside.
"Just throw away this red cloth. I really don't understand why they would bury something like this."
Fatty said as he looked at Zhang Tian's backpack. Zhang Tian had placed it on the ground because fighting with a backpack was inconvenient.
Fatty casually stuffed it in and then looked around again.
"Old Hu, there's a small notebook here, seems to be the Prince of Gumo's record."
Fatty said, pulling out a thick, yellowed piece of paper.
Hu Ba Yi and Shirley Yang quickly looked over.
And at this moment, on Zhang Tian's side.
The walls and the ground were all filled with inserted arrows.
And the Prince of Gumo's armor already had several cracks.
"This is a Dharma artifact."
Zhang Qilin suddenly spoke, his brow furrowed in seriousness.
This was the first time Zhang Tian and Zhang Qilin had faced a defensive Dharma artifact.
Honestly, the intensity of this caught Zhang Tian by surprise.
Possessing a defensive Dharma artifact, the increase in strength was truly outrageous.
"Contradictions cannot be reconciled. There must be a way to break this armor."
Zhang Tian thought to himself, and at that moment, a black arrow shot towards them, and the two quickly dodged.
"Boss, we've discovered the Prince of Gumo's secret!"
Suddenly, Hu Ba Yi shouted. The Prince of Gumo probably couldn't hear them, as he kept chasing Zhang Tian and the other two.
"The Prince of Gumo often went to the ancient city of Loulan, and this armor of his was forged in the ancient city of Loulan."
"The Loulan Kingdom was famous for its weapons and armor. It is said that there was a mysterious blacksmith inside who forged three artifacts from celestial iron: one was the long spear of the Loulan princess, and the other was the armor of the Loulan princess."
"And the third was the armor worn by the Prince of Gumo."
"This armor is hard, yet lightweight, possessing strong defensive capabilities while being very light."
Hu Ba Yi shouted. Zhang Tian's face was covered in black lines.
"Old Hu, get to the point."
Zhang Tian dodged several more attacks, his long sword scraping a few times, and shouted.
At this point, the Prince of Gumo seemed to have given up on ranged attacks. He picked up his great saber again, intending to engage Zhang Tian in close combat once more.
"In the Prince of Gumo's own records, he happened to find a piece of celestial iron in the desert and eventually forged a great saber."
"Boss, I think the key lies in this great saber!"
Hu Ba Yi shouted, and Zhang Tian immediately understood.
As the saying goes, the strongest spear attacking the strongest shield will ultimately result in mutual destruction.
Since both were forged from that same iron, perhaps he could use this to his advantage and use the Prince's great saber to defeat him.
With this thought, Zhang Tian quickly retreated.
"Qilin, assist me."
As he spoke, Zhang Qilin's face beneath his black hat gave a slight nod.
Then, the black figure accelerated rapidly, a shadow darting wildly through the ancient tomb.
The sounds of attacks were incessant.
"Second Brother is so fast, he truly is the fastest and strongest man."
Fatty exclaimed, watching Zhang Qilin entangle the Prince of Gumo like a black shadow.
"This kind of attack probably won't last long."
Hu Ba Yi said.
He knew in his heart that such high-speed attacks consumed a lot of True Qi.
At this moment, Zhang Tian did not dare to delay. He formed a hand seal, and the next moment, a Qilin formation rose from the ground.
Instantly, the figure of a red Qilin appeared within the formation.
The Qilin opened its great mouth, and with a roar, a red circle directly enclosed the Prince of Gumo.
Seeing this, Zhang Qilin stopped his attack, waiting for the opportune moment.
After the formation activated, the Prince of Gumo clearly felt the impending danger, and his great saber continuously attacked Zhang Tian's formation.
Within the formation, countless fiery lights were scorching the Prince of Gumo's flesh.
Under the high temperature, the armor also turned an unusually reddish hue.
The smell of burning meat wafted out constantly.
"This is the chance!"
Seeing this, Zhang Qilin did not hesitate. His black figure flickered, and the next moment, the Prince of Gumo's arm was severed.
And the great saber clattered to the ground.
Seeing this, Zhang Tian rushed towards the great saber. In almost an instant, Zhang Tian lifted the Prince of Gumo's great saber.
The great saber was heavy, Zhang Tian estimated it to be at least a hundred pounds, but he wasn't struggling to lift it.
"Slash!"
Zhang Tian did not hesitate. While the Qilin formation was still active, he swung the great saber, aiming directly at the Prince of Gumo's chest.
"Bang!"
After a crisp sound.
The Prince of Gumo's armor shattered piece by piece, and the great saber also broke in an irreversible manner.
Zhang Tian was blasted far away by the residual shockwave of the two Dharma artifacts.
In a corner, Zhang Qilin drew his finger across the black-gold ancient saber.
Red blood stained the entire surface of the ancient saber.
"Whoosh."
With a sound of air being cut, Zhang Qilin's figure appeared behind the Prince of Gumo.
Without the protection of his armor, the Prince of Gumo was instantly split in half by Zhang Qilin's saber.
Perhaps due to the Qilin's blood, or the lack of armor, this wound did not heal.
"Holy crap, that was so cool."
Fatty swallowed his saliva.
"If one day, Fatty could be this strong, Fei Fei would definitely hug Fatty and kiss him fiercely."
"Fatty, how are you having wet dreams in broad daylight?"
Hu Ba Yi chuckled. Only then did everyone finally relax.