"Exactly, you shouldn't even think about it. Just be envious of me. This is simply an existence beyond compare."
"By the way, do I still have a chance to get a Sword Soul?"
"Probably not, because you have no one to kill. How many have they killed? At most, you can kill chickens, ducks, geese, dogs, and pigs."
"Haha, that's right."
...
The netizens were discussing amongst themselves.
Inside the tomb.
As everyone was contemplating, the Wolf King began to fall into a disadvantage.
He had undergone long-term training, and his skills were honed in the military for close-quarters combat.
But compared to a seasoned general and a sword that had been used for killing for years, he was merely a novice.
*Clang—*
The Wolf King's dagger was broken by the bronze sword. Afterward, he was severely stabbed in the shoulder by Cao Hao.
Finally, Cao Hao's sword hilt successfully knocked the Wolf King to the ground.
He then rolled a few times towards Zhou Lin, his eyes filled with unwillingness.
"You're already very formidable. To be able to duel with a Sword Soul for so long, that's amazing."
Zhou Lin generously gave him a thumbs-up.
The Wolf King was in great pain but inwardly looked at Zhou Lin speechlessly. At a time like this, he still had the mood to joke around?
The Sword Soul had won. The surrounding spears and bronze swords of the Sword Souls were all shaking their weapons back and forth, as if in a unique form of celebration.
Finally, Cao Hao's Sword Soul looked at Zhou Lin opposite him, its blade pointing towards Zhou Lin's position.
Zhou Lin was instantly chosen. Those watching him felt a sense of unease.
Zhou Lin was undoubtedly powerful, but he relied mostly on Taoist magic. Could he handle real swords and real combat?
"Why are you looking at me? I haven't disturbed Qin, nor have I disturbed you. Why are you looking for me for a PK? I'm innocent."
Zhou Lin, upon seeing the scene before him, showed no fear and quickly questioned them.
A joke, he had a system with him, why would he be afraid of this? It was laughable.
The Sword Soul ignored Zhou Lin. The phantom of Meng Tian slowly raised his treasured sword, completely disregarding Zhou Lin's words.
"Holy cow, Mr. Zhou Lin, run quickly! You're good at writing books, but are you good at fighting?"
One of the students exclaimed anxiously.
The other participants all turned their gaze to Zhou Lin opposite them.
"Yes, you should leave quickly."
"But at this rate, will it be too late?"
"No matter what, young friend Zhou Lin, you should leave quickly."
Elder Tang looked at Zhou Lin and was about to push him to leave.
"Elder Tang, I haven't finished speaking yet."
Zhou Lin didn't leave. He glanced sideways at Meng Tian.
"If I win against you, will you give me any treasures? I can't just play with you for nothing, can I?"
Zhou Lin shouted loudly at Meng Tian opposite him.
At the same time, he took this opportunity to look at the electronic page in his mind.
Meng Tian opposite him, the participants, and the netizens were all stunned.
Taoist Priests: ...
Elder Tang and Professor Lin: ...
Historians and Biologists: ...
Netizens: ...
At a time like this, they were still thinking about money.
The netizens watched Zhou Lin's demeanor.
"Damn, the boss is my boss. Even at this moment, his thoughts are still so unexpected."
"Haha, the boss still loves money as much as ever, he won't let even a Sword Soul off."
"But will the Sword Soul agree? The most valuable thing they have is probably their swords, right? Haha."
"Boss, you're awesome."
At this moment, Zhou Lin ignored their feelings and directly looked at the electronic page, selecting a weapon and a cultivation technique.
Fortunately, his previous points were enough, and he could exchange for whatever he wanted.
One of the Qinglong Swords successfully caught his attention.
Zhou Lin looked at the required two hundred million points and winced internally, but to survive, he had no choice but to exchange for it.
If he wanted to deal with Cao Hao, how could he do it without a good weapon? Wouldn't that be like walking into a trap?
At this moment, Zhou Lin felt a pang of heartache as he watched his points disappear.
The Sword Soul, which was ready to attack, instantly moved towards Zhou Lin as he was lost in thought.
Seeing this, the netizens' faces all changed.
"Not good, the boss is in danger!"
"Boss, stop thinking about money and run quickly! If you die, you'll have nothing!"
"Boss, run!"
Seeing the sword approaching him, Zhou Lin instinctively pushed Elder Tang aside.
Elder Tang and Professor Lin beside him were knocked aside by Zhou Lin.
Zhou Lin leaped up fiercely, and a treasured sword appeared from somewhere in his hand.
The blade was pure white, emitting a cold glint, and two blue dragons occasionally flashed across it.
At the hilt, a pure blue dragon head hung.
*Clang~*
As the two weapons collided, a sound was produced.
Seeing Zhou Lin reveal such a weapon, the Sword Soul's movements became much fiercer than before, and its speed also increased significantly.
With a horizontal sweep, the Sword Soul's blade emitted a ripple, and an invisible sword energy shot towards Zhou Lin.
Zhou Lin exerted force with his feet, leaping directly into the air, hovering in mid-air. He then looked at the people behind him.
"Get down."
Elder Tang, Professor Lin, and the security personnel immediately prostrated themselves on the ground.
Immediately after, they saw a long mark appear on the wall behind them, deeply embedded in the cracks of the wall.
Elder Tang, the historian, and the others were filled with lingering fear.
With such destructive power and the attack's trajectory, if Zhou Lin hadn't warned them, they would have all been beheaded.
Elder Tang and Professor Lin looked at the mark on the wall, their faces pale and their expressions grim.
"Elder Tang, I just felt like I saw the gates of hell. It felt like I could die at any moment..."
Professor Lin's face was grim, and his heart felt cold.
"Who didn't? We almost lost our heads collectively."
Elder Tang turned back to look at the wall, his voice trembling with shock.
The historian, biologist, and building champion, along with the others, looked at the marks on the wall.
A tense atmosphere enveloped them.
Their eyes were fixed on Zhou Lin, and they strained their ears to listen to his voice.
They would obey Zhou Lin's every word.
Not for any other reason, but because it meant survival...
Zhou Lin and the Sword Soul were engaged in a fierce duel, showing no signs of being at a disadvantage, and even seeming to have a slight edge.
Seeing the chaotic scene and the attacks from the Sword Soul, the netizens were completely bewildered.
"Holy hell, the boss's fighting skills are no joke! Isn't he a writer? How can he be so good at fighting?"