Chapter 544: The Ninth Level Is Not The End

The multicolored tiger appeared for the second time in the Divine Stone Dungeon.

Throughout history, its appearances could be counted on one’s fingers.

Whenever it showed itself, it was proof that the challenger’s strength had reached an extraordinary level.

This year, only Shu Han had triggered its appearance, and she had been eliminated almost instantly.

Now, all eyes turned to Lin Moyu.

“I think Godly General Lin can last a long time.”

“Not just last—he might even kill it.”

“Kill it? No one in history has ever managed that.”

“Just because others couldn’t doesn’t mean Godly General Lin can’t. He’s already broken so many records, so what’s one more miracle?”

Many people had unwavering faith in Lin Moyu. In their eyes, he wasn’t just strong, he was the embodiment of miracles.

Feng Chang’an chuckled, “Old Meng, Old Bai, neither of you ever faced off against the multicolored tiger, right?”

Meng Anwen shook his head, “No. I was close, but not quite there. Same with Old Bai.”

Feng Chang’an smiled, “Seems your disciple has surpassed you both.”

Bai Yiyuan laughed loudly, “Of course! He’s our disciple, after all!”

“The student surpassing the master, that’s how it should be.” Meng Anwen added, pride glinting in his eyes.

Their era had passed. This was Lin Moyu’s time now.

In another corner, Ye Hao watched silently. The moment the multicolored tiger appeared, his eyes flickered with a mix of admiration and killing intent.

Whatever personal conflicts existed, Lin Moyu was still a member of the human race.

That thought made his emotions twist in ways even he couldn’t define.

The instant the multicolored tiger appeared, an overwhelming aura filled the dungeon.

Lin Moyu instantly recognized the familiar signs of a world rank boss.

The shimmering multicolored light around the creature constituted both shield and blade, a perfect fusion of attack and defense.

Moreover, its level towered quite a few levels above his own.

To most, even a world rank boss of equal level was a nightmare not to be provoked.

But to Lin Moyu? It was hardly a challenge.

As the multicolored tiger lunged, Lin Moyu’s undead troops surged forward like a tide of bones.

He gave the monster the respect it deserved—by summoning a second undead legion.

Two undead legions, that would be enough.

To him, the multicolored tiger was large, yes, but not truly dangerous.

Size did not equal strength.

The tiger roared, slamming a colossal paw down.

The dungeon trembled; hearts across the viewing stands skipped a beat.

Bone Armor shimmered, absorbing the strike completely.

Lin Moyu’s lips curved slightly, “As expected... weak. It couldn’t even crack my Bone Armor.”

The multicolored tiger looked bewildered, unable to comprehend why its paw strike had done no harm.

Then, countless Elemental Explosions erupted across its body, leaving it riddled with wounds.

Though the Elemental Explosion skill wasn’t strong enough to threaten level 80 world rank bosses, it was more than sufficient against the tiger.

Arrows streaked through the air, crackling with lightning, and pierced the beast like a living thunderstorm, turning it into a bristling porcupine.

Moments later, the Skeletal Berserk Warriors swooped in, their axes blazing with the power of their skill.

In an instant, the tiger was gravely wounded.

It roared furiously, and the multicolored light surrounding burst apart.

Its injuries vanished in a flash, its aura surging higher as mysterious energy flooded in from the dungeon itself.

The tiger’s power spiked, its level rising rapidly.

Lin Moyu sensed the change and smiled faintly, “Now things are getting interesting.”

After the surge, the multicolored tiger reached level 69. It was stronger even than the Archaic Luanniao.

Yet, to Lin Moyu, it still wasn’t impressive.

He raised a hand, summoning two more undead legions.

In response, the tiger roared and unleashed a beam of multicolored light—an intricate fusion of wind, water, fire, and lightning elements.

Under its glow, the skeletons slowed. Lin Moyu could sense that they were taking significant damage.

“A slowing effect and solid attack power.” Lin Moyu noted, “Not a bad skill.”

With a sharp crack, his Bone Armor shattered under the assault.

Unfazed, he calmly recast it.

Subsequently, a flicker of flame danced in his palm.

Skill: Soul Blaze!

A flame descended upon the tiger, but it didn’t even flinch.

Lin Moyu frowned, “So, it’s not a true boss… just a puppet.”

“If that’s all it’s capable of, there’s no reason to continue.”

With a thought, he unleashed the curse skill he’d been saving, as his undead legions surged forward in unison.

He had held back earlier to test how far the dungeon’s difficulty could rise.

But now, he was disappointed. It was even weaker than a level 70 world rank boss, far below his expectations.

Under the curse’s power, the multicolored tiger’s damage intake soared nearly tenfold.

Though it possessed some world rank boss traits, it lacked the resistance to curses.

Assailed by the undead troops, the mighty beast fell in less than a minute.

With a final, thunderous roar, its body erupted in blinding light, illuminating the entire dungeon.

Lin Moyu’s vision was consumed by the radiance. He could see nothing.

At that very moment, the viewing screen outside the dungeon abruptly vanished.

“What’s happening?!”

“Why did the screen disappear?!”

“Could it be that Godly General Lin has slain the multicolored tiger?”

“No idea. It just disappeared mid-battle!”

The crowd erupted in confusion.

Meng Anwen’s face darkened as he hastily cast rune after rune, but the screen didn’t appear again.

Bai Yiyuan frowned, “Old Meng, what’s going on?”

Meng Anwen replied in a low voice, “It seems a dungeon mechanism has been triggered.”

Bai Yiyuan hesitated, “Could it mean Moyu has defeated the multicolored tiger?”

Meng Anwen nodded, “Most likely. With his strength, it wouldn’t be difficult.”

“What happens next… we’ll have to wait and see.”

There was nothing else to do but wait.

Lin Moyu had achieved what no one ever had before.

No one had ever soloed a world rank boss before. This was something only Lin Moyu could pull off.

…

Inside the dungeon, the light slowly faded.

The world before Lin Moyu’s eyes had completely changed.

Mountains, rivers, bridges, and houses stretched across a tranquil landscape.

He felt as if he had stepped into a hidden paradise—birds sang, flowers perfumed the air, and the scenery was breathtaking.

A narrow path extended before him, ending at a pavilion.

Rows of statues lined either side—more than a hundred by his quick count.

Each statue was lifelike, armed, and seemed to watch him with silent vigilance.

Their presence turned the serene paradise cold and solemn.

“As expected, there’s another level. The ninth level wasn’t the end.”

With a thought, his undead troops descended from above, ready for battle.

At that moment, Lin Moyu stepped forward.

The two nearest statues suddenly stirred.

In an instant, they transformed into humanoid figures, each wielding a massive stone sword that gleamed with deadly light.

Two arcs of sword qi, each tens of meters long, tore through the air, crashing through the front ranks of skeletons before slamming into Lin Moyu.

Though the attack weakened after going through the skeletons, the power remained formidable.

His Bone Armor shattered instantly, and the force hurled him backward.

The sword qi wasn’t just powerful, bit it also carried a knockback effect.

“They’re strong.” Lin Moyu muttered.

From that single exchange, he gauged their strength—around level 70.

Level 70 marked the threshold of ascension for class users, when attributes surged and power soared.

At this stage, many began to grasp the true essence of their skills, unleashing strength far beyond ordinary comprehension.

Top-level class users were incredibly powerful. Level 70 class users could easily overpower level 69 class users.

But Lin Moyu was different. He was the exception, his very existence defying the rules

The moment he was attacked, his undead legions retaliated instantly, surrounding the statues and launching a fierce assault.