At first, Xuexue found it really strange—why did the Weirdo take one look at the coffin and immediately decide it was the Empress Dowager's coffin?
Then she looked more closely and saw that in the center of the hall there was something shaped like a tombstone, with the Empress Dowager's name, date of birth, and date of death written on it.
The Elder had been locked in a coffin by the Empress Dowager for decades and hated her to his very bones. Even though the Empress Dowager was dead now, his hatred still hadn't faded; he wished he could grind her bones to dust.
The Elder let out a roar, strained his arms, suddenly sank his weight, channeling all his martial power into his palms. Smoke coiled around his hands; he stepped forward and slammed a vicious palm strike into the coffin…
"Bang, bang…!"
The coffin rolled forward a few times with several loud crashes, but the lid didn't so much as budge—there was no sign of it opening.
