The Reversal of Heaven Begins with The Smiling, Proud Wanderer

Lin Mu let out a cold shout, and his right hand suddenly shot out, his five fingers like hooks, and a powerful and terrifying suction force burst out from his palm.

While Cao Zhengchun was in mid-air, he felt an irresistible force grab his entire body and forcefully pull him back.

He was terrified and struggled desperately. He frantically circulated the Heavenly Gang Child Skill that he had cultivated for sixty years, and his internal energy burst forth, attempting to resist the suction force.

But it was all in vain.

Lin Mu grabbed Cao Zhengchun's crown, and his pure and incomparably powerful Heavenly Gang internal energy poured out uncontrollably like a floodgate being opened, continuously flowing into Lin Mu's body.

"You...you broke your promise!!"

Cao Zhengchun's face was contorted as he let out a desperate roar.

Lin Mu's tone was calm and indifferent: "I only said I would join the Eastern Depot, I never said I wouldn't kill you."

"Your skills are better suited for me than to benefit Zhu Wushi. Don't worry, Zhu Wushi will soon be going down to join you."

"Do not--!!!"

Cao Zhengchun let out a piercing, desperate scream, feeling his body rapidly become empty and cold.

Lin Mu forcibly extracted and refined the pure internal energy he had cultivated for decades, along with his life essence.

Cao Zhengchun's body shriveled up at a visible rate, his skin lost its luster and became wrinkled, and his eyes quickly became dull and unfocused.

In just a few breaths, Cao Zhengchun, the powerful and influential head of the Eastern Depot, became a dried corpse with all his martial arts skills gone and his life force completely cut off!

Lin Mu casually tossed the dried corpse aside, feeling the surge of true energy within his body, which was now even more powerful and turbulent, and was quite satisfied.

He then sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and focused his mind on comprehending the "Four Symbols of Heavenly Will" that he had just acquired.

With his unparalleled cultivation at the late Grandmaster stage and extraordinary comprehension, Lin Mu's cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds.

The internal energy circulates on its own according to a mysterious path, and four strange phenomena—wind howling, fire burning, thunder rumbling, and lightning flashing—appear alternately around the body, only to quickly recede back into the body.

In the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, his aura suddenly changed, becoming even more profound and vast.

When he opened his eyes, it seemed as if wind, fire, thunder, and lightning flashed in his eyes.

The "Four Symbols of Heavenly Will" has been fully mastered!

Just then, Liu Sheng Piaoxu's figure swept into the hall like a ghost. Behind her, she dragged several Dongchang experts who had been immobilized by acupuncture points with ropes and threw them in front of Lin Mu.

"Master, as you instructed, we have captured several people. These are all innate masters recruited by Cao Zhengchun."

The strongest among them was Luo Jusheng.

This person was originally a disciple of the Arhat Hall of the Shaolin School, with the Dharma name Liaocheng. Three years ago, he betrayed Shaolin and joined the Eastern Depot as a guest minister. He mastered the Bodhidharma Internal Energy and the Vajra Finger, and his finger strength was fierce enough to break gold and split stone. He had a cultivation level close to the late stage of the Innate Realm.

At this moment, his pressure points were sealed, his eyes were filled with shock, anger and fear, but he could not speak.

Without wasting any words, Lin Mu immediately unleashed the Star Absorbing Technique.

A moment later, these people followed in Cao Zhengchun's footsteps, their skills all going to waste for Lin Mu.

Just then, outside the governor's mansion, shouts of battle suddenly rose into the sky!

The dense, rain-like sound of footsteps, the clanging of metal armor, and the creaking of bowstrings surged in from all directions like a raging tide, completely surrounding the governor's mansion.

"Listen up, you traitors inside! Lay down your weapons and come out to be bound, or you will be killed on the spot!"

A loud, menacing voice came through the heavy door.

Clearly, Lin Mu's commotion in storming the Eastern Depot headquarters and killing the chief eunuch had already alarmed the remaining forces of the Eastern Depot, the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and even the guards of the capital.

Lin Mu and Liu Sheng Piaoxu walked out of the hall and saw a large crowd outside the Governor's Mansion.

The innermost layer consisted of the remaining eunuchs of the Eastern Depot, each with a face filled with grief, indignation, and fear; behind them were the Imperial Guards, dressed in flying fish robes and with embroidered spring knives at their waists, their expressions cold and stern.

Further out were the troops of the Beijing garrison, a forest of swords and spears, with archers already drawing their bows and nocking arrows, the gleaming arrowheads aimed at the direction of the hall entrance.

Further away, you can even see some soldiers holding matchlock guns—those are the elite Shenji Battalion of the Ming Dynasty!

A dense, dark mass, numbering no less than six thousand!

A commander of the Imperial Guards, dressed in a bright red flying fish robe and exuding an imposing aura, stepped forward from the crowd.

He had just heard the urgent report from his subordinate centurion that Cao Zhengchun was dead. His expression changed drastically, and he pointed at Lin Mu in a fierce voice: "Demon! You dared to kill Chief Supervisor Cao and slaughter the Eastern Depot. Your crimes are unforgivable! Today, I will tear you to pieces to uphold the law!"

"Just you?"

Lin Mu's gaze swept indifferently over the dark army in front of him. Most of these people did not even have internal energy, and only a handful had reached the early stage of the Innate Realm, which made him quite uninterested.

One of the Eastern Depot foremen, his eyes bloodshot, roared hoarsely, "Brothers, he's just one person! There are so many of us, if we all attack together, he might not be able to kill us all before he runs out of internal energy!"

"Avenge our master!!"

"revenge!!"

"kill!!!"

The crowd was stirred up, and countless soldiers roared with deafening fury, the sound almost lifting the roof off.

The swordsmen and shieldmen in the front row began to strike their shields with their swords, producing a terrifying thud. The entire army formation resembled a giant killing machine, and began to advance step by step.

The blade reflected the cold light of the fire, and a murderous aura filled the street.

Liu Sheng Piaoxu's expression was extremely solemn. Her slender hand gripped the hilt of her sword tightly as she whispered, "Master..."

Faced with such a massive army, human strength is ultimately limited.

Even a grandmaster, if surrounded and his inner strength is exhausted by the endless stream of troops, will only die from exhaustion.

Otherwise, why would someone like Zhu Wushi, the Iron-Blooded Marquis, go to such lengths to collect the secrets of the Ten Generals in order to coerce them into serving him?

If Lin Mu wanted to kill all these thousands of men, he could certainly do it, but it would certainly take some effort.

Moreover, this is the heart of the capital, and with such a large commotion here, there is bound to be more troops on their way.

Once completely surrounded by a relentless army, it would be an extremely dangerous situation for any grandmaster.

Does having more people mean it will work?

Lin Mu suddenly chuckled and said something that puzzled everyone: "My lord, times have changed."

Under the gaze of countless astonished, puzzled, and wary eyes, he turned around and put away the eerie purple demonic sword, Thousand Blades, and then raised his hand to grab at the air.

A massive steel structure, with a cold, metallic feel and a bizarre, ferocious shape, suddenly appeared out of thin air and crashed heavily onto the bluestone ground with a thud that sent chills down your spine!

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Six dark, slender gun barrels were arranged in a menacing array like the stingers of a venomous bee, and a yellow-orange metal bullet belt hung on the ground, gleaming with a cold light.

It's a Gatling six-barrel rotary machine gun obtained from the Spider-Man universe!

“Piaoxu, get behind me.”

Lin Mu said it casually.

The next moment, a faint golden light emanated from his body, and his indestructible golden body was instantly activated.

He effortlessly lifted this incredibly heavy, futuristic killing machine with one hand, casually stroking the cold, hard barrel with his other hand, and then revealed a sinister yet mocking smile to the ancient army before him, who were completely dumbfounded and unable to comprehend the scene before them.

"Amitabha Buddha, the most compassionate Gatling, today I will guide you all to the Western Paradise."

“Shoot!!”

Although the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard did not understand what it was, a strong sense of crisis made him shout out the order.

"Musketeers! Light the fire!"

The officers of the Shenji Battalion also shouted almost simultaneously.

However, the next moment——

“Buzz——!!!”

A strange, rapid sound of an electric motor suddenly rang out, which then transformed into a deafening roar that tore through the night sky.

The Gatling gun's six barrels spun at high speed, spewing out scorching flames several feet long.

A metal storm has descended upon this world for the first time.

“Da da da da da da da da!!!”

The barrage of comments, terrifying beyond anything anyone in this era could imagine, was like a giant scythe wielded by the Grim Reaper, violently splashing towards the dense crowd ahead at a speed impossible for the naked eye to perceive.

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Iron shields, heavy armor, flesh and blood...

Before this terrifying firepower, born purely for destruction, everything is as fragile as paper!

The Dongchang (Eastern Depot) officers and Jinyiwei (Imperial Guards) who were at the forefront were instantly torn apart.

Broken limbs, torn armor, splattered blood and entrails...

It created a bloody and terrifying scene!

The piercing screams were completely drowned out by even more violent and deafening gunfire before they could even be heard.

Before the musketeers of the Shenji Battalion could even light their fuses, they were swept down in swathes by the metal storm that seemed to call out the Grim Reaper, falling to the ground like harvested wheat.

The archers managed to fire a sparse volley of arrows, but those arrows struck Lin Mu's golden body and broke off weakly, unable to even make him sway.

"Sorcery! This is sorcery!!"

"What kind of firearm is that?! How could a musket be so powerful?!"

“Run! Run!!”

"It's unstoppable! It's impossible to stop it!"

The army, which had been so high-spirited and shouting battle cries just moments before, was instantly plunged into boundless fear and utter chaos.

People fell in droves, whether they were brave warriors trying to charge or those who turned to flee, all were swept away by the merciless storm of metal.

The courtyard entrance and even the street in front instantly transformed into a true hell on earth. Limbs and broken armor and weapons were mixed together, brains and internal organs were scattered all over the ground, and gushing blood gathered into a nauseating stream!

Lin Mu stood still, his white clothes still intact, without even a drop of blood on them.

He remained expressionless, calmly moving the muzzle of his gun, indifferently "saving all living beings."

In less than a minute, of the original 6,000-plus men, less than half were still standing, and almost all of them were terrified, crying and screaming as they fled in a frantic retreat.

"Om..."

The Gatling gun's motor stopped spinning, and its six barrels turned red-hot from the high-speed firing, emitting wisps of white smoke.

Lin Mu deactivated his golden body, holding the murder weapon that had just been unleashed with bullets in one hand, his eyes as cold as ancient ice.

After killing so many people, you get used to it.

He pulled a cigarette from his pocket, casually lit it by rubbing it against the still-hot barrel of the gun, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled the milky white smoke several meters away.

As for those soldiers who were lucky enough to survive and fled in disarray, he had no interest in continuing to pursue them.

Liu Sheng Piaoxu stood quietly behind Lin Mu, looking at the scene before her that was like a demon god descending to earth. Her beautiful face was filled with undisguised shock and submission.

After finishing his cigarette, Lin Mu casually tossed the butt on the ground and crushed it out with his toe.

With a thought, the heavy Gatling gun vanished into thin air.

He stopped looking at the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood before him, and strode leisurely toward the direction of the Dragon Guard Manor.

Chapter 62: The Final Battle at the Dragon Guard Manor

By the time Lin Mu arrived at the Dragon Guard Manor, Zhu Wushi had already received the news.

The alarm bells rang continuously within the manor, and a chilling atmosphere permeated the surroundings. Countless guards stood ready as if facing a formidable enemy, and the sound of swords being drawn filled the air.

Suddenly, a white figure fell like a meteor into the center of the manor's huge square, causing a surge of air that shook the surrounding guards, making them sway and almost lose their footing.

Lin Mu, dressed in pristine white robes, stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze calmly fixed on the depths of the solemn and majestic hall, and recited aloud:

"Memories are filled with confusion and slaughter; what can be done about past grudges and hatred?"

"Writing black poems on silk, I feel endless resentment; rising early and retiring late, all my efforts are in vain."

The roar was deafening, like thunder, and it echoed throughout the entire Dragon Guard Manor, causing dust to fall from the beams.

The atmosphere inside the manor instantly became extremely tense!

"Insanity!"

A shout filled with boundless rage resounded from the depths of the hall, like a thunderclap.