Chapter 1027 - That's It?

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Sinclamon was helplessly roaring in anger in his heart. After knowing that Wang Teng possessed space talent, he stopped chasing him.

Everything was in vain.

He couldn't release his heaven-stage power now. Even if he could, he wouldn't be able to capture Wang Teng who had the space talent.

The space talent was extremely mysterious. A heaven-stage martial warrior might have some understanding of space, but they were still different from martial warriors who had its innate talent. They couldn't use space power casually like them.

For instance, if they were to travel through space, he would only be able to cover five meters while Wang Teng could do ten meters.

Even a powerful heaven-stage martial warrior could at most travel for seven to eight meters.

That was the gap.

Wang Teng had picked more many attribute bubbles, so his grasp of space had gotten stronger. He had surpassed many others. Hence, Sinclamon decided to give up attacking. The important thing now was to get the legacy.

He didn't believe that as a heaven-stage martial warrior, he would lose to Wang Teng in this aspect.

Both of them arrived at the door of the castle. It was ten meters tall and six meters wide, its size in proportion with the overall height of the castle. It was grandiose.

"Move!" Sinclamon didn't want Wang Teng to take the lead. He pushed him away and overtook him, placing his hands on the door and pushing it forcefully.

Crack!

An ear-piercing friction sound irritated their eardrums.

The door trembled slightly. Dust and bits of stone fragments fell. A small crack appeared between the doors, but it was pitch-black inside. Nothing could be seen.

Sinclamon was elated. Just as he was about to open the door entirely, the crimson red patterns on the castle started shimmering.

The door had the most number of patterns. They lit up at the same time.

Sinclamon's expression underwent a huge change. He retracted his hands as if he got electrocuted and flew back.

Boom!

The gap between the doors closed and the crimson patterns dimmed, returning to their original color.

Sinclamon stood 30 meters away from the door. His face was full of astonishment and his gaze was filled with fear. His hands were trembling.

Wang Teng turned around, stunned.

He stood five meters away from the door while Sinclamon retreated to 30 meters away. It was as if there was a terrifying monster inside the castle.

"That's it?" Wang Teng asked uncontrollably.

Silence.

Sinclamon's expression froze. Then, his entire face turned red. He was looked down upon!

He was being looked down upon again.

He looked at the distance between Wang Teng and the door and then he looked at himself. He wished he could bury himself.

Was he more timid than a planetary-stage martial warrior?

This was impossible!

He recalled the frightening aura he felt when he opened the door. He could still feel the lingering fear.

This wasn't an issue about courage. He felt the threat of death just now.

Also…

He raised his hand and took a look. His pupils constricted.

His skin and flesh were gone, revealing the white and scary bones below. There were burnt marks on the bones too as if they were unable to resist the high heat.

If he didn't react fast enough, he would have lost his hands.

Currently, he would be able to heal them using some high-level healing medicine.

No blood flowed out of his hands because the flesh around them was burnt completely. A barbecued smell floated in the air.

Wang Teng noticed Sinclamon's palms and frowned.

Is that caused by the crimson patterns? That's scary! He was dumbfounded, not daring to underestimate the power of the door anymore.

"Wang Teng, aren't you a capable person? Why don't you try opening the door?" Sinclamon took a deep breath and placed his hands behind him.

"Do you think I'm stupid? Your hands are burnt. I'm not blind." Wang Teng sniggered.

Sinclamon felt the corners of his eyes twitching. He was furious.

Every single sentence Wang Teng said seemed to be targeting him. His blood pressure rose continuously. He was about to explode in anger.

"But I'm not as timid as you. I won't run so far away if I get burnt," Wang Teng mocked him and walked towards the door.

Sinclamon wanted to refute, but he decided to shut up after he saw Wang Teng's actions. His gaze flickered, and a sneer appeared at the edge of his lips.

Wang Teng stood in front of the door, but he didn't raise his hands. Instead, he observed the crimson patterns.

The crimson patterns seemed to be some special flame runes. When one opened the door, the runes would be activated and give off an extremely high temperature that even a heaven-stage martial warrior wouldn't be able to resist.

Sinclamon was the best example.

No wonder the others who entered the Flaming River World weren't able to get the last legacy.

Who could pass this test?

Wang Teng was in deep thought. His pupils went back and forth quickly.

"Wang Teng, try it yourself. What's the use of staring at it?" Sinclamon wanted to incite Wang Teng to act, so he mocked him.

"Is that any of your business?" Wang Teng replied calmly. He didn't care that this person was a heaven-stage martial warrior.

Since they were already at loggerheads, he didn't have to act anymore.

"Timid fellow. You only know how to hide behind others. Do you think you can get the legacy when you don't even have the guts to try? You must be daydreaming." Sinclamon snorted with a grim expression.

Wang Teng wanted to say something, but a thought suddenly entered his mind. Smirking, his pupils twirled in his eyeballs. He said, "Who says I don't dare to do it? Pushing the door is easy. You're afraid, but I'm not. I don't have to listen to you anyway. Why should I push just because you ask me to?"

"You can choose whether you want to push or not. If you're not doing it, move!" Sinclamon said contemptuously.

"This place doesn't belong to you. What can you do to me if I don't move?" Wang Teng stuck out his tongue.

"What the…" Sinclamon almost flew off the handle.

"Do you dare to make a bet with me? If I push the door, you'll call me father!" Wang Teng took the chance and asked.

Sinclamon's face turned green. This bastard wanted him to call him father. He must have a death wish.

He felt humiliated. He was getting drowned in anger.

"You don't dare?" Wang Teng said, "Forget it, it's normal for a coward like you."

"Alright, I'll take the bet." Sinclamon suddenly gave a sinister smile. "However, you have to at least push it to where I pushed it just now. What do you think?"

"Sure." Wang Teng nodded without any hesitation.

Sinclamon was stunned. He didn't think that Wang Teng would agree so easily. He was confused and wondered where he got his confidence from.

"Move away. Don't disturb me when I open the door." Wang Teng waved his hands as if he was chasing some flies away.

Veins popped up on Sinclamon's forehead. He was infuriated. He did the same action to Wang Teng in the past, but now, Wang Teng was the one doing it to him. Times had changed.