Chapter 1691
There was a black mist behind him.
He thought, ‘Hmm… Why is it exactly the same as when I received the inheritance?’
"You are......?"
"Murdoch!"
"What the hell?"
Ryan fell to the ground as if struck by lightning.
He thought, ‘Murdoch? That's the legendary devil! No wonder this sword has such a strong evil energy."
"Ryan, you have the blood of the Demon God Zarmuth. You should restore the Zarmuth Tribe. If you want this sword, you must activate the Demon God's blood in your body. I can help you. Are you willing?"
Murdoch's voice was mellow and magnetic. It sounded enticing.
However, Ryan was not a woman. Instead, he was even a little jealous of Murdoch's voice. He said solemnly, "Don't fool me. My ancestor is Immortal Taavon, and he's an Ancient Immortal!"
Murdoch sneered, "Taavon is my great-great-grandson. He had the same blood too. Ancient Immortal, my foot!"
With that, the black mist transformed into a young and handsome man in black robes. He looked at the sky with his h

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