Wandering Swordsman |

"Destroy it?" The bookworm sneered. "The character 'Confucian' is engraved on the door, symbolizing benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness, and the noble spirit of integrity. You want us to use divine weapons to destroy it? Isn't that utterly ironic?"

Oda didn't take it to heart, but instead smiled and said, "What you say is very true, young hero. But have you ever thought about it—true 'Confucianism' is not about clinging to one's own school of thought, but about destroying and then building? This school is precisely a test of whether we dare to break through illusions and face the truth."

He paused, a glint of fanaticism flashing in his eyes: "The Six Divine Weapons were the artifacts used by the God of War to protect all living beings. Only by using the power of the Six Weapons to bombard the central 'Confucian' character on the door in turn can the mechanism behind the door be activated, opening the path to the final tomb chamber."

He then continued, "Attack the central part of the door in the order of hammer, knife, spear, sword, club, and whip, without interruption or confusion. If even one person loses their strength, all previous efforts will be in vain."

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, the atmosphere heavy.

Shen Mo took a deep breath, slowly stepped forward, took the Martial God Hammer returned by Ding Chengfeng, and said, "I'll strike first." He said in a deep voice.

The remaining five overseas heretical cultivators lined up in order, each wielding a divine weapon, ready to strike.

Shen Mo exerted his strength in both arms, raising the Martial God Hammer high, his true energy surging like a tide!

"break!"

With a roar, the Martial God Hammer, carrying immense force, slammed into the central part of the character "Confucian"!

"boom--!!!"

A deafening roar shook the underground space, stalactites fell in a flurry, and the entire stone gate trembled violently! Under the hammer blow, the character "儒" (Ru, meaning Confucian) cracked with a thin golden fissure, as if its righteous energy had been forcibly torn apart!

Immediately afterwards, five other overseas heretics stepped forward.

Six loud bangs erupted in succession, as if six thunderbolts had struck simultaneously from the heavens and earth!

Under the repeated bombardment of the six divine weapons, the character "儒" finally let out a mournful hum, and the golden crack spread rapidly, crawling all over the stone gate like a spider web!

In an instant, the stone gate shook violently, dust flew up, and it collapsed inward with a crash!

As the smoke and dust cleared, a deep staircase was revealed, stretching downwards, its destination unknown.

Oda gazed at the dark staircase, a victorious smile slowly spreading across his face.

"Finally..." he murmured, "Finally, the great goal of the God-Emperor is about to be achieved."

With that, Oda took the lead, his figure disappearing into the deep staircase like a serpent swimming towards the abyss. The others followed closely behind, their footsteps echoing in the empty underground space, like the drumbeats of fate, each one striking a chord in their taut hearts.

The staircase wasn't long, but it seemed to lead to another world. When the last person stepped to the end, the sight before them stunned everyone.

It was an extremely simple stone chamber, its walls rough and constructed solely of bluestone, devoid of even the most basic carvings. There was no coffin, no burial goods, and not even a single ever-burning lamp. Only a stone platform in the center rested seven yellowed secret manuals, lying quietly in the dust, as if they were merely old books casually placed aside by some hermit.

A few drops of groundwater seeped from the top of the stone chamber, dripping onto the ground with a soft "drip, drip" sound, which was particularly clear in the deathly silence. Faint firefly light shone through the passageway, illuminating the stone platform and seemingly coating the seven secret manuals with a mysterious halo.

"This is... the main chamber of the Martial God's Tomb?" the White Tiger Saint Monarch murmured to himself, his eyes filled with disbelief. "I never imagined it would be so simple?"

Ding Chengfeng looked around, his expression complex: "No gold or jade, no weapons or armor, no beauties to be buried with... This mysterious martial god is truly indifferent to fame and fortune."

The bookworm sighed softly: "Only through simplicity can one reveal nobility. Why should a true master of martial arts need to be buried with gold and silver? His achievements are already etched into the world."

However, before the respect could settle, greed had already taken root.

Before Oda could finish speaking, a dark figure suddenly sprang up—it was the White Tiger Saint Lord! He headed straight for the "Martial God Spear Technique," one of the seven secret manuals!

"Grab it!" Ding Chengfeng gave the order, and he and the other Holy Lords pounced on the stone platform like wolves and tigers!

Oda snorted coldly, and the Three-Handed Sword Demon immediately made his move. Other overseas evil cultivators were not to be outdone and rushed forward to snatch the sword.

In an instant, the stone chamber was filled with murderous intent!

Fists and palms clashed, swords flashed and energy surged. Ding Chengfeng cleaved the Blood Hand Judge with his sword, forcing him to retreat; Xuanwu Saint Lord swept his sword across the ground, intending to trip White Bone Granny; Red Lotus Demon silently shot out cold needles from his sleeve, but the Bookworm waved his folding fan and knocked them all away.

"The Martial God Sword Technique is mine!" Ding Chengfeng roared, his sword flashing like a tide, forcing the two men back.

Amid the chaos, Shen Mo stood calmly to the side, his gaze sweeping across the scene like that of a hawk. He did not rush to make a move.

Finally, as the Crimson Lotus Demon and the Azure Dragon Saint Lord were locked in a fierce battle for the "Martial God Whip Technique," the empty door on the left side of the stone platform opened wide!

Shen Mo moved.

His movements were as swift as lightning, his feet barely touching the ground as if he were walking on the wind. Without even drawing the Tai'a Sword, he used his palm strike to deflect the onrushing Xuanwu Saint Lord, then his right arm shot out like an eagle seizing a rabbit, precisely grabbing for the "Martial God Hammer Technique"!

"Don't even think about it!" Situ Changkong roared, drawing his longsword with a snow-white light, aiming straight for Shen Mo's back!

Shen Mo didn't even turn his head. He slapped back with his left palm, the wind from his palm like waves, and actually used "Sunset True Qi" to block the sword!

"boom!"

As their palms and swords clashed, a surge of energy erupted, and Situ Changkong was forced back three steps, his tiger's mouth going numb!

Everyone turned around in shock—when did Shen Mo acquire such cultivation?!

Shen Mo had already put the "Martial God Hammer Technique" into his sleeve. He spun around and pounced again. The Tai'a Sword was drawn three inches from its sheath. With a light flick of the tip, he rolled the "Martial God Sword Technique" into his hand. Then he quickly retreated, leaning against the stone wall. His breathing was steady, as if he had not exerted his full strength.

But everyone—especially Situ Changkong—could see clearly that Shen Mo's martial arts skills at this moment were unfathomable!

"We have to think of a way to prevent him from getting any more manuals!" Situ Changkong's eyes were filled with killing intent. He knew that if Shen Mo continued to snatch manuals by relying on his martial arts skills, sooner or later other manuals would also fall into his hands.

Just then, he suddenly sneered and said loudly, "Shen Mo! You still have the mood to snatch the secret manual here? If you want to see Murong Qing alive, you'd better hurry to Jiangnan! She's in danger right now!"

The room fell silent upon hearing this.

Shen Mo's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart felt as if it had been struck by lightning!

Murong Qing went to Jiangnan to investigate the missing children case. That was a training mission assigned by the head of the martial arts alliance after Situ Changkong defected. How could Situ Changkong, who had already left the martial arts alliance, know about it?!

"So what if he knows? Could it be that he's bluffing me?" Shen Mo's mind raced.

But then Shen Mo thought again, he dared not gamble, he could not gamble.

If it's fake, he'll only miss out on a few secret manuals; but if it's real, and Murong Qing is in danger... he'll never have peace of mind for the rest of his life.

In the blink of an eye, Shen Mo had made his decision.

His gaze sharpened, and he said in a low voice, "Brother Shu, let's go!"

The bookworm was taken aback, but seeing the determination in Shen Mo's eyes, he stopped asking questions and the two of them stood back to back. The Tai'a sword swept across, the folding fan touched the ground, and they used the force to leap towards the entrance of the passage!

"Stop them! We can't let them take the secret manual!" Oda roared.

But Shen Mo had already prepared his strength. He used a palm strike to repel the three-handed sword demon who was rushing towards him, and pulled the bookworm into the staircase.