Zombie Bodyguard

Li Wenfeng gently pressed his palm against the light screen. Miraculously, this time, the light screen did not push him away but began to ripple and quickly disappeared.

The voice from earlier did not sound again, but the statue underwent a change. Originally, the statue had been gripping a stone sword with both hands, but now it released the sword, leaving the stone sword embedded in the ground.

Li Wenfeng ascended the high platform, approached the stone sword, grasped the hilt with both hands, and then pulled with force. With a cracking sound, numerous fissures appeared on the ground.

The stone sword was slowly drawn out by him. As it was extracted, the body of the sword began to disintegrate, with small fragments of stone continually falling away.

Then Lin Tian witnessed a wondrous scene. After the stone sword disintegrated, it revealed a metallic sword body, and as it unveiled further, the full form of the stone sword gradually came into view.

With a buzzing sound, the stone sword suddenly shuddered, and the last bit of stone on the hilt also crumbled away. Golden light burst forth from the sword's body. Once the light dispersed, a brand new sharp sword had appeared. Although the sword's body was a circle smaller than the stone sword, it remained a broad sword.

The blade was sharp, the guard golden, and the hilt was inlaid with a red gemstone. This was a two-handed sword.

As the Sword of the King radiated light, it seemed as though Holy Spirit Town trembled. In the arena hosting the selection competition, the five judges' expressions changed dramatically; they looked to the sky as if sensing something.

The five judges exchanged a glance that seemed to convey mutual understanding, then simultaneously left their seats and even the arena. This scene left everyone puzzled, unaware of what had occurred. The two contestants in the arena were bewildered, looking at each other with their swords, uncertain whether to continue fighting or leave the stage.

Even the teacher presiding over the competition was at a loss. He had no choice but to suspend the match, given that without judges, there was nothing to compete for.

The arena turned into a chaotic mess, while Li Wenfeng, as a participant, was overly excited in the Underground Temple.

"Hahaha..." Li Wenfeng suddenly burst into laughter, almost manically.

He held the sword aloft, shouting loudly, "I finally got the Sword of the King. Yuwen Family, you are arrogant, aren't you? You Ancient Martial families look down on us mundane families. Now that I've got the Sword of the King, it's only a matter of time before I surpass you all! And cousin Manxue, I'm no longer inferior to you. Let's see how long the Xiao Family can hold out!"

With a swoosh, Li Wenfeng swung the sword, and golden light emerged from the blade. When the blade passed over the stone platform, there was no sound of collision, but a corner of the platform was silently cut away.

Li Wenfeng looked at the cut edge of the platform and smiled with satisfaction. But his smile hadn't faded when his pupils suddenly contracted. Without a second thought, he swung his sword backward, and the golden sword light appeared again, as if it intended to cut through space.

The power of the sword light was immense, and its speed was exceptional. Against any ordinary Ancient Martial Artist, his counterattack would have left them with no advantage. But today he was unlucky enough to encounter Lin Tian.

Li Wenfeng's sword strike hit only empty air, not even seeing the shadow of the assailant. To be accurate, he couldn't even capture Lin Tian's form. He had no idea who was attacking him. Then he suddenly felt an excruciating pain at the back of his head, followed by dizziness, and he fainted.

With a clang, the Sword of the King fell to the ground, and Lin Tian appeared. It was he who had sneak attacked Li Wenfeng, efficiently knocking him out. At his speed, not even Li Wenfeng could touch his clothes.

"The Sword of Destiny? The Mighty Possessor?" Lin Tian chuckled softly, bent over, and was about to pick up the Sword of the King from the ground.

A glow suddenly emerged from the Sword of the King, blocking Lin Tian's hand from approaching. Lin Tian slightly furrowed his brows, forming his five fingers into a claw to forcefully break through the glow's obstruction.

Unexpectedly, the Sword of the King trembled, then flew up and, with a clang, embedded itself into one of the temple's Roman columns.

"So, it has a bit of self-awareness, just like Cunzheng. I wonder who's more powerful compared to the Demon Blade Muramasa?" Lin Tian said in surprise.

"Who is the Demon Blade Muramasa?" a young voice suddenly echoed within the hall.

Lin Tian was surprised once more. Clearly, this was not something Li Wenfeng could say, and it sounded very much like the voice from behind the light screen earlier.

"Are you the Sword of the King?" Lin Tian tentatively asked.

The voice indeed sounded again: "I have no name. I only know that from birth, I was within the Sword of the King. You haven't answered my question, who is the Demon Blade Muramasa? Is it more powerful than me?"

The question was posed with a hint of childlike innocence, as if spoken by a naïve young boy.

Lin Tian was quite taken aback because this consciousness was so different from that of the Demon Blade Muramasa, which was sly and cunning. In contrast, the one within the Sword of the King seemed like a boy unacquainted with the world.

Lin Tian smiled slightly and said, "The Demon Blade Muramasa is also a formidable weapon that, like you, developed consciousness. However, it seems you might be a bit more powerful."

He wasn't lying. Although the Demon Blade was cunning, it needed to borrow others to speak. In this regard, the Demon Blade was inferior to the Sword of the King.

Moreover, it's said that the Sword of the King was forged by a Great Mage and the Elf Clan together, with materials far superior to those of the Demon Blade. The Demon Blade Muramasa was merely made of ordinary metal but gained its great power from the Guizhong Clan's rituals.

Of course, the Elf Clan is just a legend, possibly propagated by King Arthur to enhance his reign's prestige. Just like Han Gaozu Liu Bang of Huaxia, who after slaying a great white snake claimed he was the child of the Red Emperor, having slain the son of the White Emperor, thus boosting his own authority.

"I knew that whatever Demon Blade couldn't be mightier than me, and its name isn't pleasant either." That innocent voice spoke again.

"I agree. How pleasing can something from Japan sound?" Lin Tian concurred, noting that another Divine Artifact from Japan, the Kusanagi Sword, originally hailed from Huaxia, brought to Japan by a magician, and its original name, the Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword, sounded much better.

"Seeing that you share my view, I find you less distasteful now," the Sword Spirit said again.

Lin Tian found it amusing and said, "Why do you dislike me?"

"Because you tried to forcibly claim me!" the Sword Spirit bluntly replied.

"Really, can you just use the term 'forcibly claim' like that?" Lin Tian felt exasperated but still patiently said, "Why are you unwilling to follow me?"

"You are not the destined one; why should I follow you? The one you knocked out inherited King Arthur's abilities. He is the rightful owner of the Sword of the King," the Sword Spirit explained as if it were only natural.

"What you said is not right. You are a treasure, a mighty weapon. Back in the day, when King Arthur wielded the Sword of the King, he ruled the lands with great grandeur and glory. But this one on the ground can't even beat me. If you follow him, can you relive those glorious days?" Lin Tian reasoned with him, feeling as if he was coaxing a child.