He's alone, but he's a tomb raider!

However, the Golden Light Mantra and Thunder Magic were ultimately just a decoy he used to fish for prey, and once they were exposed, so be it.

Since it was a matter for the Zhengyi sect to handle, Qin Yun had already figured out how to deal with the Old Celestial Master.

If all goes well, we might even have the opportunity to rob the tombs of the successive Celestial Masters of Longhu Mountain.

This is why Qin Yun would use the Golden Light Spell without any concealment when facing other supernatural beings.

However, unlike the Golden Light Mantra and Thunder Magic, if the Qi Source Flow is used in this way...

Then not only will the ghostly soldiers in front of us die here, but Liu Yanyan will also die here!

……

Getting back to the point, Qin Yun's swordsmanship was not exactly exquisite.

There were no sword moves, no routines, and no rules.

It possesses unparalleled power, extreme speed, and the Shark Tooth Sword, which can cut through iron like mud.

That's enough!

Qin Yun stomped his foot hard, and the white marble floor cracked open with a loud crash.

Faced with the cavalry charge, Qin Yun not only did not defend, but instead took the initiative to draw his sword and charge head-on against the entire troop of Yin soldiers and iron cavalry alone!

The three ghostly soldiers at the front thrust forward with their spears at the same time. The three iron spears instantly blocked all his escape routes, and the wind from the spears tore through the air, aiming straight for his throat, heart, and abdomen.

Qin Yun suddenly turned to the side, and the Golden Light Mantra covered his entire body, as if he were wearing a layer of golden armor.

Without dodging or avoiding, he flipped his wrist and slashed horizontally with the Shark Tooth Sword.

Sizzle—!

There were almost no obstacles.

The extremely sharp blade sliced ​​through the three iron spears in an instant, as easily as cutting tofu.

The sword's momentum continued, sweeping horizontally in the direction of the movement.

Three jet-black cavalry heads shot into the sky simultaneously, gushing out large amounts of black liquid from their cavities. The warhorses crashed to the ground, turning into puddles of black liquid!

One move, and three riders are instantly killed!

The remaining Yin soldiers were enraged and charged forward on horseback. Their iron armor crushed them, their spears like a forest and their swords like a tide, as they tried to tear Qin Yun to pieces.

Qin Yun's footwork shifted, and the Golden Light Mantra transformed into countless soft, powerful ribbons of light around him. He didn't directly confront the attack, but instead used the force of the mantra to dodge.

His figure moved like a ghost, darting freely through the hail of bullets and blades.

The sounds of armor plates rubbing together, spear tips piercing the air, and warhorses neighing were deafening.

Every dodge was just a hair's breadth away.

Every strike of the sword is destined to take a life!

Wherever the Shark Tooth Sword passed, armor shattered, spear shafts broke, bones melted, and ink splattered.

With a single slash, the man and his horse were split in two.

With a single horizontal slash, the cavalryman's neck snapped off.

The sword thrust straight through, piercing both the iron armor and the bronze breastplate!

The air was thick with murderous intent; the white marble floor was stained black with ink, and severed limbs and broken bones were scattered everywhere.

There were no screams, only the sounds of weapons breaking, blades piercing flesh, and ink evaporating.

It took no more than two and a half minutes.

The eleven ghost soldiers were all slaughtered by Qin Yun, turning into black liquid on the ground and disappearing without a trace.

Only one cavalry commander remained, his eerie green flames flickering violently.

Although he was already at his last gasp, he still grabbed the broken spear and charged madly at Qin Yun. For him, this could be considered as fulfilling his loyalty to Ao Bai.

Qin Yun was filled with emotion, but he showed no mercy to his subordinates.

Grip the sword with your backhand and throw it forward with a swift motion!

The Shark Tooth Sword, with a piercing whistle, pierced through the commander's head like a black lightning bolt, sending him flying.

Pfft—!

The sword tip plunged fiercely into the battle mural behind him, pinning the head of the ghostly army commander firmly to the stone wall!

The eerie green flames were extinguished instantly.

The commander's body struggled weakly for a few moments before slowly melting into black ink from bottom to top, flowing down the stone wall.

Only that pitch-black head, pinned to the mural by the sword, gradually turned into paint and vanished without a trace.

The Shark Tooth Sword stood silently suspended in mid-air on the mural, its blade untouched by any paint, yet the room was filled with an aura of slaughter that lingered for a long time.

The main burial chamber returned to deathly silence.

Under the absorption of the restrictive array, the ink on the ground dried up, the murals were restored to their original state, and even the white marble that Qin Yun had previously crushed was restored to its original state.

It was as if the fierce battle that had just taken place had never happened.

"I never would have guessed that a military general like Ao Bai would have such a germaphobia. He even insisted on cleaning his room after he died. Was he a Virgo?"

Qin Yun walked slowly to the mural, raised his hand to grasp the Shark Tooth Sword, and gently pulled it back.

The sword rang out with a clear, melodious sound, as if it were asking for credit!

……

Through the crack in the wooden door of the side room, Liu Yanyan stared wide-eyed, frozen in place, even her breathing unconsciously becoming extremely soft.

The fierce battle that had just taken place was still replaying in her mind.

One man, one sword, facing the entire troop of ghostly soldiers from the murals. Amidst the crisscrossing sword shadows, the iron cavalry crumbled one after another, the killing intent as chilling as a biting wind cutting to the bone.

"Is this even human?!"

Her back was already soaked with cold sweat, and she felt a wave of fear wash over her.

When Liu Yanyan first saw the room full of treasures, she couldn't help but feel greedy. She even secretly planned to ask Qin Yun for a share of the treasures and get more of the artifacts.

But seeing Qin Yun's ruthless and decisive actions, she secretly felt fortunate.

"Luckily, I was sensible enough not to appear so greedy. If I had dared to ask for favors or harbored any disloyal intentions, I would probably have been chopped into mincemeat long ago!"

At the same time, just as Liu Yanyan was in shock.

As the Eight Banners cavalry died, the entire main tomb chamber suddenly trembled violently. The remaining cold black energy on the four walls surged, swirled, and gathered wildly like boiling water, and the murderous aura in the air instantly reached its peak.

"Click click click—"

A series of piercing metallic clangs suddenly rang out.

The bronze coffin nails that were originally firmly locked in the golden nanmu coffin seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and one after another they sprang out of the coffin.

It drew streaks of cold light in the air, scattering across the ground.

The next moment, the entire coffin lid, half a foot thick and weighing over a thousand pounds, suddenly rose into the air, carrying a billowing aura of malevolence, and flew straight towards the tomb-raiding hole at the top.

With a loud "boom", it was perfectly embedded in the hole.

Their escape route was completely blocked.

The other party's intentions were all too clear: those who entered the tomb today would only find peace by dying here.

Liu Yanyan's heart sank, her legs went weak, and she quickly shrank to the corner of the side room, covering her mouth tightly, not daring to make a sound.

On the nine-tiered bluestone platform, inside the enormous coffin, a withered and emaciated figure slowly sat up.

The corpse's skin was dry and wrinkled, its complexion was ashen, and it was surrounded by thick, dark corpse energy.

But in just a few breaths, a miraculous scene suddenly unfolded.

The shriveled body swelled up at a visible speed, the atrophied muscles bulged up layer by layer, and the withered tendons tightened again.

The originally grayish skin gradually transformed into a gilded color, and the entire body seemed to be cast from pure gold.

With sharp angles and bulging muscles, a powerful aura and physical pressure, as heavy as a mountain, swept across the entire arena.

This is a physical body cultivated with top-notch external martial arts skills. It is no exaggeration to call it a martial arts golden body, an indestructible Vajra!

Seeing this, unlike Liu Yanyan's fear, Qin Yun became somewhat interested.

Qin Yun had been wandering the world of supernatural beings for many years and had heard of Chai Yan, who practiced the Chai School of External Strength and whose body was so tough that it was impervious to swords and spears.

However, the physical strength emanating from the corpse before them far surpassed that of Chai Yan by many times.

"It is said that Na Ruhu, one of the Ten Elders, is also a master of external martial arts, with an unparalleled physical strength, even surpassing Chai Yan."

Unable to bear his apprentice surpassing him, Chai Yan, disheartened, disbanded his sect and joined the Yaoxing Society.

"I wonder, if that tiger-like external martial arts were to clash with this person's, whose body would be harder and stronger?"