Inverse Sword Mad God
Chapter 405 - 405 404 Little God Stick

405: Chapter 404: Little God Stick 405: Chapter 404: Little God Stick A man and a woman stood together; the man dressed in a Cloud Brocade Robe, his face half-covered with a silver mask adorned with golden flower patterns, giving him a mysterious appearance.

The woman had a peach blossom complexion, clad in an emerald green dress, her hands adorned with jewelry made of white bones.

Both of them looked towards the Black Tiger Gang’s Martial Artists entering the Evil King’s Tomb, revealing cold sneers.

“The old fool sure knows how to pick a spot; to think he placed the tomb here!” the masked mysterious man said coldly.

“Brother, don’t be angry.

After all, we still found it,” the emerald woman said in a soft voice.

At that moment, the Black Tiger Gang’s Disciples who hadn’t yet entered the tomb turned their heads.

“What are you doing here?

This is Black Tiger Gang’s territory.

Get lost!

Otherwise, I’ll kill you!”

“What a pretty little thing, why don’t you come play with me?” a few Martial Artists said with evil grins.

Soon, they could no longer smile, for a terrifying aura emanated from the mysterious youth wearing the half-mask.

“A Spirit Transformation Realm expert!” The faces of the Black Tiger Gang’s Disciples changed drastically, and they quickly jumped toward the entrance of the Evil King Tomb.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

Several pink petals flew out, tracing bizarre arcs in the air and instantly striking those Martial Artists.

Immediately, the Martial Artists’ bodies stiffened, pink light burst forth from inside them, and finally, their bodies split into pieces and exploded with a bang.

From escape to death, it all happened in an instant, and they didn’t even have time to scream.

Such was the power of a Spirit Transformation Realm expert, capable of instantly killing Melt Spirit Realm Martial Artists.

“Let’s go and see what’s so magical about the master’s tomb,” the masked man said.

If anyone were there, they would scream out loud—these two were disciples of the Evil King Yu Xiangchuan!

The two of them moved swiftly like wild geese and quickly entered the Evil King Tomb.

…

Ripples appeared in the air, spreading like a whirlpool.

When Lin Xuan regained his senses, he found himself in a strange space.

In front, the sound of flowing water could be heard, audible even from a great distance.

“To think there’s the sound of water—what a magical place,” Lin Xuan marveled, remembering he had leaped into the sky but ended up here.

“It seems to be a closed-off small space.

Those in the Spirit Communication Realm still don’t have the ability to open such spaces, so this place must have been discovered accidentally by someone,” Lord of Wine said.

“But to dare call oneself the Evil King takes a lot of guts.

Luckily, this is a remote place.

If it were on that continent, just this title alone would have gotten him killed with a single slap!” Lord of Wine muttered to himself.

Lin Xuan lightly tapped his foot, and his body flew out like a rainbow.

Soon, he reached the riverbank,

It was a dark river with turbulent waters flowing endlessly.

However, Lin Xuan, with his exceptional Soul Power, sensed a chilling, corrosive aura in the river water.

It felt somewhat similar to the Yin Xuan River but more sinister.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

Rapid breaking sounds rose from behind, and several figures landed quickly.

“You little brat, so you’ve come for the Evil King’s Tomb too!” A brown-haired Big Man looked at Lin Xuan, his eyes cold.

“So what if I have?” Lin Xuan responded fearlessly.

Even if the other party was a Peak of Spirit Fusion Realm Martial Artist, he could leave whenever he wished, and they couldn’t stop him.

Moreover, this weird space was vast; the Big Man simply couldn’t block him.

“Hmph!”

The middle-aged Big Man snorted coldly, “Just with you?

A mere Early-stage Spirit Fusion Realm Martial Artist also dares to covet the Evil King’s Tomb, you certainly have the audacity!”

“We’ll see if I dare once we try,” Lin Xuan gripped the Black Dragon Sword’s sheath tightly.

Just as a great battle was about to erupt, the Snow White Monkey suddenly scampered out and sat on Lin Xuan’s shoulder, its fluffy little head topped with an old bowl.

Its black gemstone-like eyes looked around, then it found two dice from somewhere, throwing them into the old bowl.

Clink.

The dice rattled and finally came to a stop.

“Oo-oo, aa-aa,”

The Snow White Monkey picked up the small bowl again and then pointed excitedly to the right.

Lin Xuan frowned; when had this creature become a soothsayer?

Seeing Lin Xuan’s disbelief, the Snow White Monkey jumped up and down in frustration.

“Alright, alright, I believe you.” Ignoring the Black Tiger Gang, Lin Xuan’s form flickered, and he dashed towards the right like a ghost.

The members of the Black Tiger Gang were dumbfounded—how could such a grown man believe in a monkey?

It was all too childish.

“You’re lucky you can run fast; otherwise, I’d let you experience the power of my Iron Fist!” the middle-aged man huffed.

“You three, follow him and see what he’s up to.”

“The rest of you, come with me to the left!”

The middle-aged man led a group along the riverbank to the left, while the other three quickly followed Lin Xuan.

Guided by the Snow White Monkey, Lin Xuan sprinted forth.

Along the way, the dim light didn’t pose a problem, as he relied on his remarkable soul power to stay out of trouble.

Splish.

Stepping into a puddle in the ground, Lin Xuan’s body shifted sideways.

At that moment, the black liquid in the puddle suddenly glowed ominously, and countless hair-like black needles shot out, attacking Lin Xuan.

“Get lost!”

Lin Xuan’s fingers curled as he flicked them backward, releasing a blue Half Moon Lake Sword Qi that surged behind him and struck the swarm of black needles.

Clang, clang, clang!

The black needles were all slashed apart.

Suddenly, Lin Xuan sensed danger.

His black cloak fluttered as he shifted three zhang to the side to dodge.

Dozens of black curved light blades bombarded where he had just been standing.

Dodging these eerie attacks, Lin Xuan’s heart raced with shock.

He quickly turned around, his body instantly covered by the Silver Thunder Body.

A dark figure gradually rose from the puddle, dripping with liquid, and emitting a cultivation level comparable to the Middle-Stage Spirit Fusion Realm.

“What is this thing?” Lin Xuan was shocked; he hadn’t sensed a living being in the puddle before.

“This is probably derived from Corpse Water; it’s normal that you couldn’t sense it,” explained Lord of Wine.

“With your strength, it shouldn’t be difficult to deal with it.”

Thunderstorm Dominator Fist!

Lin Xuan swung his fist once more, manifesting silver thunder.

At the same time, his five fingers shaped a claw, forming a large hand in the void that reached for the dark figure.

Above him, the silver hand descended like a small mountain with endless oppressive force.

Gulp.

The dark figure suddenly opened its massive mouth, which was tens of zhang long, and its sharp black teeth, resembling rows of buzzsaws sparkling with a ghostly glow, snapped at the silver hand in the sky.

Its arms swung forward at the same time, stretching out rapidly and reaching for Lin Xuan.

Such bizarre attacks were not something a human could perform.

“Moon Breaking!”

Lin Xuan held the Star Extreme Sword across his chest, tracing a crescent arc.

A brilliant blue sword light, resembling a blue moon, rapidly flew out and collided with the elongated arms.

Hiss, hiss!

The interaction produced a sizzling sound, like fire meeting water.

The long black arms quickly melted under the influence of the Half Moon Sword Qi, which was imbued with the Great Dragon Sword Intent, rapidly slicing through the black arms.

The two forces continued to clash, and eventually, the Half Moon Sword Qi, carrying the Great Dragon Sword Intent, cut through the black arms and rapidly advanced towards the body of the dark figure.