“Lu Zhuo, you’re celebrating too early, there is still one heritage tablet left, I don’t believe Huang Xiaolong can comprehend all of them!” Ren Changhai’s eyes shone with a manic gleam.

“That’s right! In the last ten million years, there has never been anyone who managed to comprehend all one hundred heritage tablets, cut my head off and I still won’t believe Huang Xiaolong can pull it off!” Zhu Huan shouted harshly, “Until the last moment, who can say for sure who’s the winner?”

Lu Zhuo’s brows furrowed unconsciously as his confidence toward Huang Xiaolong wavered.

Indeed, in their ten million years of history, no disciple had ever succeeded in comprehending all one hundred heritage tablets, could Huang Xiaolong be different?

As his gaze fell on the steel door, Lu Zhuo was struck with pangs of anxiety.

The three of them stared fixedly at room...