Chapter 631: You Want to Kill Me? You Think You Can Succeed?

The old man’s figure slowly faded, dissolving before Lin Moyu’s eyes.

At the very last instant before he disappeared completely, a sharp glint of murderous intent flashed across his eyes.

“He wants to kill me!”

Lin Moyu’s heart sank, but he didn’t dare react. He forced himself to maintain the same expression of earnest sincerity.

He couldn’t be sure whether the old man was truly gone, so he had to keep up the act until the very end.

The metallic, soul-piercing scent of blood returned. A drop of blood fell from above.

This time, Lin Moyu was prepared. He allowed the blood to splash directly onto his head.

It was the blood of the Primordial Bird, blood infused with its laws.

The Primordial Runes were derived from the Nine True Words.

The Nine True Words, in turn, were refined from the Primordial Bird’s blood.

Thus, the blood carried the power to activate Primordial Runes.

Passing the trial was only the beginning. A Primordial Rune still needed to be fully awakened by the Primordial Bird’s blood before it could transform into a Primordial Skill.

Therefore, Lin Moyu had no choice but to be drenched in this blood.

The blood also carried immense laws, sealing his talents and skills once more.

But this time was different. Not all of his skills were sealed.

All summon-type skills remained intact…

And Divinity Force, supreme and untouchable, was similarly unaffected.

Lin Moyu lowered his gaze to the radiant Primordial Rune on the back of his left hand. It was still only a rune, not yet a Primordial Skill.

Strictly speaking, it remained an external power, not something that truly belonged to him yet.

The purpose of the trial was simple: to test how effectively he could wield it; to what extent he could push it; and whether he met the qualifications to claim it.

Judging from the previous three consecutive battles, he would never have passed without Divinity Force.

Any ordinary class user without a special ability would have failed instantly.

That was why, throughout the years, so few had ever obtained a Primordial Skill.

After the drop of blood fell, time passed… yet no enemies appeared.

Lin Moyu’s expression darkened. Something was wrong.

The killing intent in the old man’s eyes had not been an illusion.

That meant he probably possessed a method to kill Lin Moyu within the secret realm.

Perhaps he had discovered a loophole.

Lin Moyu was certain the old man couldn’t take action directly. That left only one plausible method: manipulating the trial itself.

The difficulty would be raised high enough to kill him.

And afterward, even if the old man’s master questioned him, he could feign innocence.

Besides… would someone of that master’s level ever spare a glance at someone as insignificant as Lin Moyu?

There were too many questions, too many tangled threads. He needed time to unravel them.

But now was not the time.

Plumes of black smoke began to descend from above. With it came violent surges of energy.

“Close to God-level.” Lin Moyu’s heart tightened.

The black smoke smashed into the ground and exploded outward.

The entire landscape, sky and earth alike, filled with enemies.

There were humans, Dragonkind, and Demons, each one holding a weapon and radiated unrestrained killing intent.

Lin Moyu swept his gaze across them. They stretched endlessly, more than 100,000 strong. And every single one possessed strength close to God-level.

They were either level 88 or level 89.

He trusted his judgment. These enemies were extremely powerful.

Then, three more plumes of black smoke fell from above. When they hit the ground, they condensed into three towering steel giants, each over 10 meters tall.

The aura they emitted was unmistakable: God-level.

“He clearly doesn’t intend to let me pass!” Lin Moyu’s eyes gleamed with razor-sharp light as he cast aside all pretense.

Three God-level giants and 100,000 experts just shy of God-level—no class user could possibly break through such a lineup.

Forget level 74; even a level 89 class user would be crushed in an instant.

The opponent’s goal was clear: kill him. And they certainly had the means.

But was he truly so easy to kill?

Lin Moyu’s expression hardened as he murmured, “Anyone else would be dead for sure.”

“But me… not necessarily.”

“If this had happened earlier, before the Summon Skeletal King skill was integrated into my soul, it might have been troublesome.”

“But now? They’re nothing more than mobs, only slightly stronger than the Lightning Trees and Wind Petals.”

What others saw as terrifying enemies were, in Lin Moyu’s eyes, insignificant.

With a single thought, the undead army manifested in full force.

This time, there was no restraint.

Because Enhance Troops was bound to summon-type skills, those skills remained unsealed.

The undead army was Lin Moyu’s true foundation; no matter how powerful his other skills were, the couldn't rival his summon skills.

The undead army was the unmistakable symbol of a Necromancer.

A total of 172,800 undead troops erupted into existence, filling both sky and land.

At the front stood 43,200 Headless Knights, wreathed in silver-white flames and radiating ferocious pressure.

Behind them were 43,200 Skeletal Berserk Warriors, each wielding a massive axe.

These level 74 Legendary Skeletal Berserk Warriors towered nearly three meters tall, their bones faintly gleaming gold.

At the rear stood the Skeletal Great Mages and Skeletal Marksmen.

The undead army radiated a suffocating death aura tinged with lightning and fire.

The entire scene was eerie and sinister.

The Lich Generals immediately began casting buffs. Pillars of light shot upward as the undead troops surged with power, their attributes soaring.

Lin Moyu knew they were still slightly weaker than the enemy, but only slightly.

With the undead army’s overwhelming numbers and its undying nature, victory was firmly in his grasp.

Crack!

Boom!

Thunder rolled through the heavens as the undead army appeared.

Lin Moyu glanced upward. He saw nothing; but he knew the old man was shaken.

Lowering his gaze, a faint smile curved his lips, “Surprised? There’s more to come.”

The summoning was far from over. The Elemental Liches appeared in unison.

A ring of light bloomed beneath the undead troops—then another, and another.

Skill: Fire Ring, Wind Ring, Ice Ring, Earth Ring, Lightning Ring, Light Ring, Undying Ring, Poison Aura.

Eight radiant rings flashed in succession, stacking layer upon layer.

Thunder roared once more.

Hidden somewhere, the old man’s face twisted in disbelief.

“What kind of skills are these? How can such abilities even exist?”

“Those rules… damn those rules.”

“Why won’t they let me intervene? I already found a loophole, so why did it still turn out like this?”

“But thankfully… this brat doesn’t possess any God-level subordinates.”

In the very next second, his eyes flew wide open, his jaw slackening as he staggered back half a step.

Dark clouds churned overhead, plunging the entire secret realm into pitch-black darkness.

Two thrones of bone—one large, one small—materialized in midair.

From them, two Skeletal Kings slowly rose.

They mirrored their thrones: one large, one small. One radiated a God-level aura, while the other was noticeably weaker, still a distance from that realm.

The God-level Skeletal King had been summoned by Lin Moyu using 100,000 skeletons.

The second was summoned with only 20,000 skeletons.

With a fivefold difference in materials, the disparity in power was naturally overwhelming.

This time, the heavens remained silent. There was no thunder.

Lin Moyu chuckled inwardly, “Not surprised this time?”

“You think this is over already?”

“If my guess is right, the Enhance Troops skill will last far longer in this trial than the usual 30 seconds.”

“It should be like the Focus Power skill. Its duration can be extended by killing enemies.”

“In that case…”

With a thought from Lin Moyu, the undead army launched their attack.

The Headless Knights charged at once, streaking forward like blazing meteors.

At the same time, Lin Moyu activated the Enhance Troops skill, and the momentum of the undead army surged yet again.

Empowered by Enhance Troops, the undead army was no longer inferior to the enemy.

And with their overwhelming numerical advantage, the outcome of this battle was already decided.

Hidden in the darkness, the old man stood frozen in disbelief. In all his countless years, he had never been so utterly shaken.

“What has this brat’s Bing (兵) character transformed into?”

“How can it be this powerful? I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“He’s not just invincible among his peers… even slaughtering enemies across realms is as effortless as breathing.”

“Across the myriad worlds, he would be a one-in-a-ten-thousand prodigy…”

As his thoughts spiraled, the battle erupted.

The two Skeletal Kings raised their bone swords in unison.

Skill: Godslayer!

The God-level Skeletal King, now comparable to a level 92 expert, locked onto the three God-level steel giants.

Godslayer’s destructive power increased as the number of targets decreased.

Meanwhile, the second Skeletal King spread its focus wide, locking onto as many enemies as possible.