Chapter 191: This Sword is Named Limitless!
"Who I am is not important," Lin Mu said slowly. "What’s important is that I’ve come for your life."
The man sneered, "Such arrogance!"
He suddenly slammed both hands on the coffin.
THUD!
With a deafening roar, the coffin lid flew into the air, hurtling toward Lin Mu.
"Child’s play." Lin Mu shook his head and waved his hand gently.
RUMBLE!
An invisible force sent the coffin lid flying, smashing it against the tomb chamber wall. The lid instantly shattered into pieces.
Yet, the black-robed man merely revealed a sinister, eerie smile. "Boy, now, allow me to show you my masterpiece!"
The man’s face was alight with feverish excitement, his eyes shining with the same glow one has when beholding their most treasured possession. His gaze was burning, frenzied, and held even a hint of adoration.
"ROAR!"
An incredibly deep and suppressed roar erupted from within the coffin as an overwhelmingly powerful force swept through the chamber.
BOOM!
A figure, standing at least one-meter-ninety tall, shot upright from within the coffin.
The corpse inside had reanimated. It was a good thing no outsiders were here to witness this, or they would have fainted from sheer fright.
"Did you think the one I sent out earlier was the master of this tomb?" the man cackled, a crazed and savage grin plastered on his face. "That was just a decoy I released on purpose. The goal, of course, was to buy enough time for me to complete the final step!"
The man surveyed the towering zombie before him, his face a mask of satisfaction. "Not bad, not bad at all. Truly worthy of a treasure I spent over a decade refining. This body is practically impervious to all weapons."
He patted the zombie here and there, growing more delighted and excited the more he inspected it. "Boy, you nearly ruined my plan. Tell me, how should I kill you?" he asked, looking at Lin Mu with a glint of ferocity in his eyes.
"Go, kill him!" the man commanded, pointing a finger at Lin Mu.
The towering zombie from the coffin took a light leap and landed on the ground.
THUD!
The floor cratered as if struck by a cannonball. The zombie’s strength was truly terrifying.
However, Lin Mu’s expression remained completely unchanged. On the contrary, a faint, mocking smile hung on the corner of his mouth.
"Tsk, tsk. It seems the feng shui of Tiger’s Lair Mountain is quite good after all. It allowed you to get just one step away from condensing a Corpse Core. Given a better cultivation environment, or even just more time, reaching the Hanba Realm in the future might not have been impossible," Lin Mu said slowly. "Its body is tough and impervious to weapons, already far superior to an ordinary Iron Zombie."
"It’s just a pity." Lin Mu shook his head slightly. "You were unlucky enough to meet me today."
Lin Mu assessed the tall zombie as he spoke. The creature seemed to understand his words, for it didn’t attack immediately but instead observed him carefully.
"Kill him!" the man shrieked, a sudden sense of unease washing over him.
The zombie let out a low growl. Its movements were stiff at first, but it quickly swiped its claws toward Lin Mu.
"Too slow." Lin Mu shook his head and slapped his hand out.
BANG!
The zombie was sent flying by the slap, destroying numerous burial artifacts as it crashed through them.
"How... how is this possible?" The man who witnessed this was aghast. He had spent an untold amount of time, effort, and money to refine this zombie. With its current strength, ordinary Martial Arts Grandmasters would be no match for it. But in front of Lin Mu, it was like a helpless child, sent flying with a single slap.
Is this an illusion, or is that man a martial arts expert far beyond my imagination?
"ROAR!"
Clearly enraged by Lin Mu’s slap, the zombie roared, leaped into the air, and flew toward him. Its sharp fingernails were like blades, aimed to cleave Lin Mu in two.
THUD!
However, before the zombie could even land, Lin Mu’s leg shot out, kicking it squarely in the stomach.
"AWOOO!"
With a pained howl, the zombie smashed back into what remained of the coffin, causing the thick wood to explode into splinters. When the zombie staggered back to its feet, its body was covered in numerous gashes. Even most of its claws were broken.
"Still quite durable," Lin Mu chuckled lightly, then gestured toward a far wall. "Sword, come!"
The tomb chamber was filled with burial goods. Since Huang Weihu had been a military official in life, most of the grave goods were weapons like sabers, spears, swords, and staves, which were scattered everywhere. But the most important among them was Huang Weihu’s personal sword, which hung on the wall.
As Lin Mu’s voice fell, a faint ringing sound seemed to echo through the tomb.
WHOOSH!
On the wall, the renowned sword, which had been sealed in dust for over two hundred years, began to tremble as if answering a summons. Then, with a resonant cry, the blade flew from its sheath.
CLANG!
The sword spun once around the chamber before landing perfectly in Lin Mu’s hand. He held it with one hand, his expression as tranquil as still water, but a piercing, sharp aura suddenly erupted from him.
HUM!
In the next instant, the sword in his hand burst forth with a golden sword light that was a zhang long. A heaven-shattering sword intent condensed upon it, seeming powerful enough to blow the roof off the entire tomb and tear the very sky asunder.
"This is..." The black-robed man’s pupils shrank. "What terrifying sword intent!"
Who in the world is this young man? How can he possess such a powerful technique?
The zombie also sensed the danger and launched a frenzied attack at Lin Mu, moving even faster than before.
However, it was all in vain.
Before it could get close, Lin Mu, holding the sword in one hand, murmured, "This sword is named the Infinite Sword!"
As he spoke, his arm swept down.
He slashed out.
The entire tomb chamber was suddenly as bright as day.
「In the adjacent chamber」
Huang Ning and Master Feng had heard the sounds of fighting, but the passage was blocked. They couldn’t advance or retreat. Fortunately, the path they had come from was suddenly cleared, and Huang Ning could even hear Mayor Fang’s hoarse shouts.
BOOM!
The passage was forced completely open, and Mayor Fang and Yan Lun walked in, their faces flushed with excitement.
"Miss Huang!"
Just then, a piercing, brilliant light appeared before them. It was a ray of sword light.
The light blazed like a sun, radiating an aura of peerless, solitary arrogance as it whistled out in all directions. At that moment, Huang Ning felt as if she was about to die.
The sword light tore through the air with a despair-inducing momentum and passed through the zombie.
SLICE!
With a crisp sound, the zombie’s head rolled onto the ground. Its headless body, carried by inertia, continued to charge forward for a few more steps. Then, with a soft pop, it crumbled into a pile of fragments and disintegrated into the air.
The sword in Lin Mu’s hand, unable to bear the strain, was now covered in spiderweb-like cracks.
CRASH.
The sword was shattered, but the demon had been vanquished.