Witch, I'm really not the Deep Sea Ancient God!

The tiny tentacles moved ceaselessly, entwining the white skeleton.

A Red Crystal Hunter said:

"Look, it really resembles that seductive Siren tentacle style, I remember they said wearing this out is super comfortable…"

"What kind of weird fashion show did you attend? Indeed, this clothing is strange…"

Baron also expressed his puzzlement.

Chen Qi looked at the tattered Hunter's Clothes from afar.

Moreover, why has a skeleton been able to exist inside the belly of a fire dragon for such a long time?

From the tone of the other party, Baron truly didn't know the garment before them was a Deep Sea Hunter's treasure.

Chen Qi took another step back.

Immediately after, the hand of the Red Crystal Hunter Group member trembled violently.

He had discovered a tremendous secret and whispered:

"Baron, this garment, do you feel it?

Its appearance, it seems like it's the very clothes worn by the Deep Sea Hunter statue outside…"

Baron blocked the garment with his body.

The style of this garment, although somewhat tattered and strange on the inside, closely resembled the legendary Deep Sea Hunter's clothes.

He muttered to himself in a low voice:

"No wonder, no wonder, so this is it, this is the Deep Sea Hunter's treasure…"

His longstanding questions finally were answered.

At this moment, Baron's heart thumped wildly; he stood up, gripping his great sword.

In the battle with the fire dragon, many were injured, many fled.

The only ones who remained were some First Order Transcendents, exhausted in both body and mind.

Little Red Riding Hood was likely killed by the male fire dragon.

That meant, as long as he killed the few weaklings present, he could enjoy all this by himself.

"Ten years, finally, we've come to this last moment."

Baron picked up the great sword, turned his head, and said to the Hunter beside him:

"Let's get moving."

Fighting between people, eh.

Chen Qi didn't rush to draw his sword.

The surrounding air grew colder again.

He had been conserving his strength and didn't approach the treasure immediately.

Since the beginning, he had been curious; with the Deep Sea Hunter's character, would he really have left the treasure in a safe place?

According to Baron's words, there were no other Sea Beasts around when they found this treasure.

Additionally, this treasure had no difficulty notification.

If one assumed that the Deep Sea Hunter wasn't the type to bury treasures carelessly,

Then, there was only one possibility he could think of:

The treasure itself, itself was a monster.

The Hunters all started to back away.

Baron, holding his great sword, stepped forward.

"Sorry everyone, I've been forced to this."

Baron concentrated his Qi Power, preparing to kill everyone present.

The only threat was the Chef before him.

Baron stared at Chen Qi, gripping the great sword.

Slash!

Chen Qi stepped back, and behind Baron, the white skeleton was slowly rising.

A sharp slashing sound.

Baron coughed out a mouthful of blood, his eyes looked upward, but what he saw was his blood-drenched upper torso. Your next read awaits at m v|l-e'-NovelBin.net

Thump! Thump!

Chen Qi's heart raced, tightly gripping the black blade.

Behind the severed half-body, the headless skeleton dressed in Hunter's Clothes had already risen.

Crack! Crack!

Tentacles beneath the clothes, ceaselessly extended, entwining the nearly rotten white bones.

"What is this?"

The others backed away in turn.

Whoosh!

The white-boned hand entwined by tentacles picked up Baron's great sword that had fallen to the ground.

Crack! Crack!

The skeleton turned around, with great sword in hand, took a step in their direction.

Every step made the hearts of those present seem to stop.

Boom!

Blue flames burned over the white bones.

The people felt an intense cold penetrating their bones, continuously retreating backwards.

At this moment, in their eyes, there was neither Baron of the Red Crystal Hunter Group nor the fire-breathing dragon.

In their frightened pupils, there was only a monstrous presence, a being that had died a hundred years ago—

The Deep Sea Hunter.