Lazarus leaned closer to Nash nervously.


    “What is it? I don’t seem to hear anything!”


    Nash shone his shlight on the two-meter-tall bronze statue.


    The statue held an ax in both hands. He had a ferocious grin on his face. His eyes were as wide as


    bells.


    Just one look would make one’s heart tremble.


    Nash looked into the statue’s eyes, and a majestic voice suddenly came into his ears. “Kneel…”


    The voice was like thunder.


    Nash’s energy and blood surged. The mental power in his mind almost copsed.


    He used his true energy to resist this pressure.


    Spider-web-like cracks spread in all directions on the stone bricks underfoot.


    “My ass! Eight Deste Crumbling Fist!”


    Nash gritted his teeth, clenched his fist, and punched out.


    The sonic explosion rang out and shook the entire tomb violently.


    Nash punched the bronze statue in the chest, and the statue slid five meters away from the ground.


    The majestic pressure dissipated immediately.


    Nash sneered. “That’s it?”


    The statue slid swiftly across the ground and arrived in front of Nash almost instantly..


    He brought down the two giant axes in his hands.


    Nash punched out again.


    His speed was as fast as lightning. The sonic boom caused cracks to appear on the walls of the


    underground pce.


    The bronze statue was knocked away again.


    Nash then punched out, intending to smash the statue.


    “Presumptuous!” Another thunderous voice came.


    A headless shadow appeared out of thin air in front of the bronze statue.


    In his right hand, he held a huge ax that was almost as tall as N


    He held the ax in both hands and struck forward.


    A sharp cut capable of destroying heaven and earth shed towar Nash.


    Nash had a hunch that this ax was enough to cut him in half.


    He held out the Divine Farmer’s Cauldron before him.


    The Divine Farmer’s Cauldron was blown away by the sharp edge of the ax.


    A crack appeared on the cauldron.


    What the fuck?


    Nash’s expression suddenly changed. The cauldron was a magical weapon, but it actually cracked?


    Fortunately, the headless shadow just struck out with the ax and then disappeared.


    “Master Nash…” Lazarus quickly ran to Nash and asked with concern,


    N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    “Are you okay?”


    Nash looked at the bronze statue warily and said, “I’m fine…”


    Lazarus breathed a sigh of relief. “The headless shadow just now was the God of War, Zavtin.


    Fortunately, it was just a one-time attack!”


    Nash’s mouth twitched hard.


    Zavtin?


    This was a fucking legendary figure.


    No wonder the ax could leave a crack in the Divine Farmer’s Cauldro


    Lazarus looked at the bronze statue and said, “Let me try. I seem to have heard the call of the bronze


    statue just now!”


    “Are you sure? I suspect that this bronze statue is the culprit behind that extra spirit lingering in your


    grandpa’s body!” Nash reminded him.


    Lazarus took a deep breath. “We’re both members of the Warlock Sect. He wouldn’t harm me!”


    There was a hint of appreciation in Nash’s eyes. “Go ahead, then. If he dares to touch you, I’ll cut him


    into pieces!”


    This sentence was meant for the bronze statue. The fact that he crushed the bronze statue with two


    punches just now showed that his current strength was higher than that of the bronze statue.