Chapter: 1234

When the dead Dalai Lama was burned in the perpetrator’s hands, the relics that came out of him were equal to what came out of ten disciples.

That was proof of how strong he was.

However, even the Dalai Lama wasn’t able to withstand more than three sword techniques and died.

“How long will it take for the Blade Lord to completely absorb it?”

Two days ago, he locked himself in the Dalai Lama’s room in the White Palace.

He informed his men to never disturb him unless it was something urgent, as he dealt with something difficult.

At that time.

Flap! Flap!

“Uh!”

A hawk flew across the blue sky towards a man.

It wasn’t a wild hawk, he naturally lowered his claws and settled down on the arm of the bandaged man.

This hawk was trained to deliver letters.

There was a small cylinder tied to its toenail, and when untied and opened, a rolled-up paper came out.

Swoosh!

When the paper was opened, there was nothing written on it.

It was empty, but the bandaged man, who was accustomed to it, took out a reagent from his pocket and dripped a drop of it on the paper and strangely the paper began to turn dark at places.

“Let’s see.”

The eyes of the bandaged man who was examining the content were unusual.

Soaked in embarrassment, he gave the hawk over to a subordinate and entered the White Palace.

Entering the White Palace, he rushed towards the Dalai Lama’s room, which was towards the basement.

After going downstairs, there was a thick and large door.

Gulp!

The bandaged man, who gulped, carefully knocked on the iron door.

Knock!

After knocking a couple times, instead of hearing any answer from inside, the tightly shut door began to open.

Kiiik!

Swoosh!

As the door opened, cold air escaped out.

The bandaged man entered the room with trembling footsteps, looking at everything which had frozen as if they were in the North Sea.

In the middle of the room, a giant bird with its head cut off and an enormous body came into view.