Ten Directions Sword Master

The Dakang Imperial Mausoleum is located in the eastern suburbs outside the city, where emperors and empresses of past dynasties are buried.

There used to be a guard army protecting the tomb, but twenty years ago the river mouth breached, destroying countless houses and displacing hundreds of thousands of people.

Just then, the Northern Barbarians invaded, marching all the way to the vicinity of the imperial city and looting the imperial tombs.

The treasures buried in several imperial tombs were completely stolen, and even the coffin of Emperor Taizu of the Great Kang Dynasty was opened.

Since then, the paper-thin facade of the Great Kang Dynasty has been completely shattered, and local powerful figures have discovered that the imperial court is already riddled with problems.

Even if they were more arrogant and domineering, intercepting taxes, building their own private armies, and appointing officials, the imperial court was powerless to take any substantial measures.

The imperial mausoleum is no longer supreme, majestic and solemn. There are no guards protecting the mausoleum, and a large number of ordinary people have moved their ancestral graves here.

It is, after all, an imperial mausoleum, and its feng shui is thousands of times better than that of other tombs.

Today, the area surrounding the imperial mausoleum is filled with tombstones and graves.

Many people come to sweep the tombs and pay their respects every day.

Arriving at their destination in the carriage, Lu Li tossed down two jiao (0.2 yuan) and told the driver to wait.

He quickened his pace, turning around a few times before his speed increased, and the surrounding environment became increasingly eerie.

The piles of ruins, the excessively rough cypress wood, and the solemn atmosphere—it was indeed the former imperial mausoleum area.

"If there are any clues about the celestial mirror, they will only appear in the mausoleum of the founding emperor... I hope my guess is correct, so as not to run around."

Neglected, the imperial tomb became a den of wild animals over the course of twenty years, with mournful cries echoing in the darkness.

His figure flashed by, his feet never touching the ground, and the deeper they went, the larger the mausoleum became.

There were still a few mechanisms that hadn't completely failed; crossbow bolts were fired, poisonous smoke billowed, and silver and mercury poured out.

They couldn't keep up with his pace and landed in empty space.

"Huh? This corpse isn't completely decomposed; it hasn't been dead for very long."

Lu Li paused, stopping in front of a martial artist's corpse, and turned it over with his sword sheath.

The road was littered with corpses, a shocking sight, but they had clearly been dead for many years.

But this person was different. His clothes were intact, his skin was dry and withered, his face was bluish-black, his eyes were wide open and filled with terror, and there was a dark palm print on his back.

"During his escape, he was struck by a palm and killed, his entire spine shattered... It was a Martial Saint who had cultivated internal energy and practiced a ruthless poison palm technique. Even if he escaped, he would die from the poison attacking his heart."

The attacker was powerful and possessed terrifying ferocity. The deceased had thick bones and limbs, indicating that he had already reached the pinnacle of physical tempering, which is what the Great Kang World calls the limit of acquired talent.

They didn't even dare to resist; they could only flee for their lives.

Further along the road, they came across seven or eight more corpses, all with the same manner of death, indicating that they were killed by the same person.

"What is the purpose of these people coming to the imperial tomb? Could it be that some of them, like me, have become interested in the Immortal Mirror of the Great Kang Emperor?"

Lu Li reconstructed the scene of that day: a Martial Saint of the Innate Realm who was skilled in poison palm suddenly killed people, and a group of Martial Artists of the Acquired Realm at their limit scattered and fled.

They were all lying face up; not one of them escaped from the mausoleum of Emperor Taizu of the Great Kang Dynasty.

This team would be considered formidable in any region. There's no reason why they would come here, loot all the treasures, leaving only an empty shell of a royal tomb, and then turn on each other to the point of annihilating everyone.

I became more vigilant and kept my eyes peeled for anything.

call out!

Ahead lay the main hall where the coffin of the Great Kang Emperor was placed. A dark shadow flashed by, its speed seemingly exceeding that of Lu Li, startling him.

"I thought it was a ghost, but it's just a person... You're playing tricks. Did you kill the people outside?"

Lu Li spoke calmly, but in reality, he had the Sun-Covering Sword in his hand, ready to unleash a devastating strike at any moment.

This man had disheveled hair and smelled foul, yet his movements were unpredictable, as if he were a phantom.

He squatted there, his hands hanging down, without saying a word.

"Since you remain silent, I assume you are tacitly agreeing?"

Even with his confidence in his own abilities, Lu Li still felt uncertain when facing such an opponent, until his gaze shifted downwards and he saw those swollen hands that looked as if they had been fished out of ink.

"So it was you, Liao Feibai, the Poisonous Hand!"

All these characteristics combined lead to a perfect candidate: the demonic master, Poison Hand Liao Feibai.

This person disappeared around the time Bai Wuming first emerged from obscurity, leaving no trace.

Some say he was killed by a group of righteous heroes, while others say they knew their sins were grave and went abroad to live out their remaining years in peace.

Unexpectedly, he had actually led a group of experts to the imperial mausoleum, only to end up neither human nor ghost.

Seemingly provoked by the name, Liao Feibai suddenly looked up, revealing a blank, expressionless face, his eyes filled with only confusion and endless hatred.

With a spring of his legs, he moved closer, his dark hands creating a blur of afterimages.

Even from several meters away, you can smell the sweet, fishy odor, which shows how potent the toxin is.

Lu Li raised the Sun-Covering Sword, which scattered like stars, and thrust dozens of times, preventing Liao Feibai from getting close.

Strangely, even with the superior-grade Sun-Covering Sword, it only left white marks on both hands, rather than cutting them off directly.

"It's normal to lose consciousness, forget martial arts techniques, and attack based solely on instinct... but it makes no sense that with such physical enhancement, the attack speed is even more terrifying!"

Lu Li grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. Liao Feibai clearly lacked any strategy; his seemingly fierce and powerful palm techniques were actually chaotic and disorganized.

It was just that the speed was too fast, and almost instinctively each palm strike was aimed at the most dangerous and threatening position.

It's like fighting a humanoid beast with innate cultivation, immense strength, invulnerability to weapons, and a killing instinct.

Don't underestimate Liao Feibai in this state. If a Martial Saint of the Innate Realm were here, they would most likely have already fallen victim to his attack if they didn't have a significant advantage in cultivation.

After dozens of moves, Liao Feibai was still full of energy, his speed remained unchanged, and he showed no signs of fatigue.

Lu Li had become accustomed to this offensive style, so he changed his sword path, switching to a more subtle and gentle approach, with layers upon layers of circular movements.

To conserve his energy, he led Liao Feibai to dodge and weave.

They cannot discern deliberately exposed flaws; their instincts drive them to chase after them directly.

After several attempts, he found an opportunity, flicked his wrist, and sent the Sun-Covering Sword soaring into the air before slashing down heavily.

Heavy dew and fading stars, a single fall carries immense weight.

Cold Dew!

Losing his balance from the movement, Liao Feibai twisted his neck, dodging the attack at an angle that no living person could possibly do, and instead took the hit with his shoulder.

This time it was like hitting a piece of rotten wood; bits of flesh flew everywhere, but not a drop of blood came out.

The sword strike was so powerful and lethal that his left arm almost fell off, leaving only a thin layer of skin connecting it to his body.

"Something's definitely not right. It's impossible to lose the sense of pain when one's mind is clouded or one has gone into a state of demonic possession. And no one can twist their neck 180 degrees and then bring it back... How could there be zombies or other monsters in a low-level martial arts world?"

In Lu Li's eyes, there was no difference between zombies and martial artists as long as they could cause damage, except that the zombies were just tougher.

He was prepared to travel to different worlds in different times and spaces, and he wouldn't be unable to accept the day when all the immortals and Buddhas descended from the heavens.

With one arm missing, Liao Feibai's speed finally decreased.

As the cold light on Lu Li's sword intensified, wisps of white frost climbed onto Liao Feibai's body, causing his joints to feel rusty and stuck, and openings began to appear frequently.

Swish!

The golden sky breaks the mountain, dividing heaven and earth in two.

Liao Feibai's head flew up, and the headless, one-armed corpse swung out several more palms before crashing to the ground.