Zombie Bodyguard-Chapter 1516 - 1513: Beating You Until You Doubt Your Life

"Talking so much with you is simply a waste of my time. Since you’re so stubborn, I’ll beat you until you surrender!" Lin Tian stopped arguing with it, shook the river water forcefully, and leaped out of the river like a great peng soaring through three thousand li, pouncing fiercely towards the Sword Spirit.

The Sword Spirit refused to back down, vibrating the sword body suddenly and turning in the opposite direction, shooting out of the water, aiming towards Lin Tian’s chest. The purple sword streaked by like purple lightning, reaching in the blink of an eye. Back then, the Sword Spirit controlling the Sword of the King was already fast, let alone this new sword which was even more formidable.

Still not enough, Lin Tian chuckled lightly, sidestepped slightly to dodge the vital spot, with the blade brushing past his clothes.

"It’s a pity you still can’t fly with the wind; otherwise, I truly wouldn’t be able to do anything to you." Lin Tian lamented.

He truly felt regret because if this sword could travel with the wind, his dream of flying would be realized, and he would at least have a chance of catching up with the female zombie next time he saw her. However, it was truly a pity; this sword was ultimately not the legendary magic artifact.

The Sword Spirit missed its strike, and Lin Tian thought it would fall into the water and counter-attack again. That would not tarnish the reputation of the Sword of the King, but who knew that once it fell into the water, it escaped again, shooting towards the shore.

With a few clattering sounds, it scaled the cliff over a hundred meters high in the blink of an eye. Lin Tian tightly pursued, but as soon as he caught up, he frowned.

In front was a small forest, and under a big tree stood a person—the very sight of this person made Lin Tian frown deeply.

"Situ Ming!" Lin Tian’s eyes narrowed slightly, a cold smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

It was Situ Ming who appeared in the forest. With the commotion the Divine Sword caused upon its birth, Lin Tian had long known that someone would come. He just hadn’t expected to encounter him here. But Lin Tian had observed that only Situ Ming was in the forest, and none of the others from the Situ family were around, nor any members from other noble families.

The sword controlled by the Sword Spirit was stuck in the tree trunk beside them, and this time it did not run, seeming to be looking for trouble. Although Situ Ming looked at Lin Tian, most of his attention was on the sword, his eyes lighting up with excitement and undisguised greed.

Indeed, in the face of such a Divine Sword, what knowledgeable Ancient Martial Artist could remain unmoved?

Situ Ming sized up Lin Tian. Seeing Lin Tian drenched from head to toe, he couldn’t help but sneer, "A Divine Sword is born, and you, a junior, dare to eye it? Ha, overestimating yourself, you should go back now and still have a level of dignity left; otherwise..."

The latter part of the sentence was left unsaid, but even with one’s eyes closed, it was clear he intended to say that otherwise, he would teach him a lesson.

Lin Tian deliberately feigned ignorance, sneering coldly, "Otherwise, what?"

Situ Ming stroked the new sword and said indifferently, "This sword is fated to be mine. If you’re unwilling to leave with dignity, I can only use it to teach you a lesson, to let you understand the hierarchy!"

"Fated to be yours?" Lin Tian suddenly laughed, but anyone familiar with him would know that he was utterly enraged at this moment.

Just seeing Situ Ming, Lin Tian had planned to take the sword and leave, not wanting to provoke enmity between the Wang Family and the Situ family, especially since he was nominally brought by Wang Wanxi. To deal with him could wait until leaving Tang City; however, he didn’t expect that his sparing him still led to his greed for the Divine Sword, and even condescended to teach him a lesson!

Regardless of the sword’s value, Lin Tian had invested tremendous effort for it, including the Deformation Stone, the Heart of the Meteorite, the Sword of the King, the Ghost Orb, and his and Tang Banqing’s hard work, even sacrificing a high-level talisman.

The value and significance of the Sword Furnace absolutely could be considered the treasure of a sect. The damage to the Sword Furnace, and not knowing how to repair it.

All of these, Situ Ming wants to ignore with just a "fated to be mine", thinking of Situ Ming’s hindrance to Wang Wanxi’s advancement, Lin Tian could only laugh in fury!

"Hahaha..." Lin Tian, who seldom gets angry, had his fury stirred to the heart this time: "If you want to die, no one will stop you!"

"Humph, young people are just young people, speaking so arrogantly, leaving no room for maneuver; is death something so easily spoken of?" Situ Ming dismissed Lin Tian’s threat, coldly snorting: "In our family’s eyes, you are just a small fry; last time at the Nine-story Pagoda, if it wasn’t for Wang Wanxi supporting you, you would have been taught a lesson on how to conduct yourself a long time ago."

Lin Tian’s face had long been frosty; an overwhelming aura surged out like an abyss or a prison. Situ Ming sensed something was wrong, reaching to pull out the sword from the trunk, clutching the hilt, but no matter how hard he tried, how he mobilized True Qi, he couldn’t pull it out in the slightest.

Not because the sword was deeply embedded, but because Lin Tian suddenly appeared in front of him, grabbing his wrist, leaving him unable to draw the sword no matter what.

"You..." Situ Ming now knew things were not good, his face turning very ugly.

"Let go!" Lin Tian pinched with force, Situ Ming feeling a surge of pain in his wrist, instinctively releasing the sword hilt.

As soon as he let go, he felt his body lighten, his feet leaving the ground, Lin Tian somehow grabbing his collar, lifting him with one hand; he couldn’t even see Lin Tian’s movements.

Being lifted up like a weak chicken by a junior was an enormous humiliation, let alone being lifted by Lin Tian, this junior.

Situ Ming felt unprecedented humiliation; he was, after all, a senior of an Ancient Martial family!

"Ah!" Situ Ming roared wildly, mobilizing all of his True Qi, intending to counterattack.

Lin Tian remained expressionless, pressing him down with force, slamming his entire body into the ground.

With a loud "bang," Situ Ming’s back hit the ground, impacting the ground so hard that dead branches and leaves flew off, even smashing a pit into the soft ground. The True Qi that Situ Ming had just surged instantly dispersed, leaving him unable to muster any counterattack, losing combat ability with just one move.

"I... I am of the Ancient Martial family, you, a mere mortal, what right do you have to treat me like this!" Situ Ming, though dizzy and hazy, still spoke with arrogance, though his words were weak.

Lin Tian continued to be expressionless, disinclined to waste words, swinging him up, "bang", slamming him to the other side, smashing another pit. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"I am... I am of the Ancient Martial family..." Situ Ming’s mind was long dizzy from the impact, yet his high and mighty tone hadn’t changed.

Lin Tian didn’t wait for him to finish, swinging and smashing him again, every time Situ Ming opened his mouth, Lin Tian would smash, like slamming a sack.

The sound of "bang bang bang" echoed through the forest, Lin Tian’s eyes as cold as terrifying, until Situ Ming could no longer speak, throwing him to the ground like a sack.

At this time, the Sword Spirit seemed to be frightened by Lin Tian’s current appearance, not daring to move, not to mention escaping.

Just then, a figure descended from the sky beside Lin Tian, it was Charlotte, drawn by Lin Tian’s presence.

Charlotte looked at the fallen Situ Ming, without a hint of pity, or questioning the reason, she directly said, "Master, do you want to kill him?"