Urban All-Round Master

Chapter 1929 - 1919: Red Blood Battle Armor Knight

Bang!Lin Zifeng swept across with his halberd, colliding fiercely with the giant hand. Blood splattered, and the giant hand was split in half by the Heavenly Painting Halberd!

"Come out!" Lin Zifeng shouted loudly, thrusting his halberd into the stone wall, then exerting all his strength to pull it forward.

The power carried by the Heavenly Painting Halberd almost made the stone wall creak.

Blood stained the brick and stone wall red, but the unknown figure still didn’t appear before Lin Zifeng. Lin Zifeng punched through the wall and quickly chased after, reaching out to grab the figure.

"Trying to get away? Not that easy!" Lin Zifeng had already determined that this guy was the Fifth Layer Heaven expert he sensed before. Perhaps even stronger.

After entering the Pyramid’s interior, Lin Zifeng found its scale quite grand. Unfortunately, the Pyramid Death Tomb was just an initial rough draft, not truly formed yet.

Years of Kung Fu, merely a rough embryo, would be destroyed by Lin Zifeng today. Who knows how the Bright Church would feel after learning of this...

"Who are you!"

Suddenly, the person running ahead inside the Pyramid turned back and shouted angrily. That person was quite frustrated. Creating a Death Tomb here, and suddenly a killing god appeared, cutting off their right hand before they could react, now being chased to death—a feeling worse than death.

"Your grandpa!" Lin Zifeng didn’t bother arguing further, using the moment’s pause to rush in front of them. The casual swing of the Heavenly Painting Halberd shattered surrounding stones into pieces under the spear light.

Rumbling echoed continuously in the Death Tomb.

When Lin Zifeng caught up with that guy, the halberd instantly cleaved their body in half, blood mist enveloping the whole space amidst their dying roars. Lin Zifeng didn’t care to hear their explanation—kill first, talk later.

Upon closer look, the person was a Red Blood Battle Armor Knight. Now, dead beneath Lin Zifeng’s war spear, devoid of any life, making it impossible to get anything from them.

As far as Lin Zifeng knew, the Bright Church divided into four knights: Red Blood Battle Armor Knight, Purple Blood Battle Armor Knight, Purple Gold Battle Armor Knight, and Golden Battle Armor Knight.

Among the four knights, the Red Blood Battle Armor Knights were considered the strongest, generally cultivating between the Fourth and Fifth Layer Heaven, some even stronger. The now-dead Red Blood Battle Armor Knight was probably the most powerful among the Bright Church’s knights.

"Is the Bright Church constructing this Death Tomb to warm the blood of the previous three popes?" Lin Zifeng frowned, seemingly understanding something. He investigated the Bright Church—rumored that the blood corpses of the first three popes still existed, preserved for centuries in the Bright Church using blood from the Ice Blood Pool, maintaining their souls while their bodies decayed.

"Ha, who’d have thought the old man’s actions this time were right." Lin Zifeng sneered repeatedly. The Bright Church has existed in the Western world for millennia, its power surpassing Huaxia’s sects and traditions significantly, being one of the oldest forces preserved in the Western world for eight thousand years!

Countless Western countries exist, while Huaxia is just one nation, naturally no match against the entire Western force. Existing in such a magical region for so long suggests the Bright Church’s power is exceptional. What Lin Zifeng always remembered was when his father and the Undefeated Angel broke into the Bright Church, yet couldn’t defeat the Bright Pope—suggesting the Pope has reached remarkable levels. If his father made the final step and became a saint, the Western Pope would undoubtedly step into the saint domain! Now the Pope’s cultivation rivals the Eastern legendary Liu Shen.

The West is a place full of wonders and tales. Though not as ancient as the Eastern culture, the West was a dark realm before civilization—a place of great chaos, full of mysteries...

Soon... After killing the Red Blood Battle Armor Warrior, Lin Zifeng didn’t linger, observing the Death Tomb briefly, finding nothing. The Death Tomb would take years to form properly. However! Lin Zifeng was determined to destroy it.

Shortly after... The handsome guy arrived at the Death Tomb guided by numerous worshipers.

According to local natives, the Divine Altar was seized by Bright Church forces, forcing them into labor, demanding the Pyramid Death Tomb’s completion quickly without explaining its purpose.

"Damn Bright Church! Don’t let me catch you, or I’ll skin you alive!" The handsome guy gritted his teeth in fury, his hair standing on end again. "Even the Divine Altar got ruined by Bright Church. Clearly, the Bright Church is getting more outrageous."

"Since everyone is safe now, let’s relocate them all." Lin Zifeng frowned. Given the situation, if the altar natives remain here, they’ll face Bright Church retaliation, something these natives cannot withstand.

"But we’ve lived here for hundreds of years. Must we relocate massively from here?" Then an elderly man with white hair, supported by a young person, approached. "Guardian God, we’ve lived generations here for centuries. How can we leave just like that?"

"Indeed. This is our homeland, our Barbarians Clan’s living grounds. If we relocate from the Divine Altar, how will we answer to our ancestors?"

"..."

Instantly, discussions erupted. These Barbarians Clan natives have always revered their ancestors, unwilling to leave, believing leaving means death in their faith. It’s tribal law, also a fate.

"If you don’t leave, all Barbarians Clan people will die here. Do you wish for no continuation?" The handsome guy glared back at them. His eyes revealing some reluctance. But what use is it?

These Barbarians natives highly regard faith, believing this place as their Holy Land. Leaving implies death. If they were to leave, the Magic Bracelet’s emergence years ago would have driven them away.

"But if you don’t leave, all Barbarians Clan will die here!" The handsome guy shouted imposingly. Facing tens of thousands, his usual splendor seemed absent, yet appeared grand in the Barbarians natives’ minds.