CHAPTER 208: CHAPTER 189: TRAPPED IN THE SECOND CHALLENGE, PRINCESS KE MEI’ER

In his perception, the level of this cavalry squad was similar to his own.

But Lu Lin’s combat power wasn’t measured by levels.

However, he was somewhat baffled.

How did Chen Xiran manage to pass?

She was now using Star Skill attacks adequately, but using the newly learned Bright Moon Slash to deal with over a hundred cavalry of the same level...

This matter, Lu Lin had to question internally.

Now isn’t the time to think too much; after going out and inquiring, he’ll naturally know the answer.

Lu Lin tightly grasped the Crescent Blade that appeared in his hand unknowingly, and instead of waiting for those cavalry to charge, he went ahead to meet them.

"Kill!"

Lu Lin kept in mind the instructions from the Secret Realm Manager, only allowing the use of the newly learned three Bright Moon Slash moves.

He slashed forward with the first move.

Bright Moon Slash.

The leading three or four cavalrymen never expected Lu Lin to charge directly, and caught off guard, they were cut into two by the leaping Lu Lin’s blade.

The cavalrymen behind saw this and all retrieved short bows from their backs to shoot arrows at Lu Lin.

Wow, not bad.

They could actually adapt to changes so well, just like a real army.

Lu Lin directly used Stone Skin to block.

The Secret Realm Manager only said to attack enemies with Bright Moon Slash and didn’t mention he couldn’t use his own Star Skills to defend.

Even...

Lu Lin thought of a good tactic.

"Swamp."

"Swamp."

He consecutively released the Swamp Star Skill over a dozen times, rendering the front cavalry immobile.

Lu Lin seized the opportunity to charge forward, continuously swinging the Crescent Blade in his hand.

New Moon Slash.

Half Moon Slash.

Bright Moon Slash.

Without any regard for the state of Star Power.

Moments later, he astonishingly slaughtered over ninety of the more than one hundred cavalrymen.

The remaining four or five riders were evidently frightened and scattered in escape.

Lu Lin was full of questions.

Was it necessary?

Wasn’t it just a testing process, why does it seem so real?

Lu Lin found an unclaimed steed, mounted it, and pursued ahead.

First cavalryman, slaughtered.

Second cavalryman, chased for a long while, slaughtered.

Third cavalryman, chased even longer, fortunately found, slaughtered.

Fourth cavalryman, couldn’t find.

Fifth cavalryman, couldn’t find.

Lu Lin couldn’t help but feel somewhat exasperated.

Obviously promised one on one, and then you just ran away.

Really went against the secular world’s code of honor.

How would the deceased cavalry brothers view you?

The problem is, with this situation, the Secret Realm Manager remains silent, letting Lu Lin roam the plain on horseback searching everywhere.

One day later.

Lu Lin once again slaughtered a squad of a hundred men.

He dared not imagine himself staying in the Secret Realm trial for such a long time.

Three days later.

The grand army of eighty thousand on the plain was harassed by Lu Lin alone, preparing to pack up tents and retreat.

But the key point is, Lu Lin’s task is still not complete.

Lu Lin could feel his mentality crumbling.

Secret Realm Manager, traditional virtues (ctmd).

One month later, Lu Lin’s hair grew long enough to cover his eyes, his clothes were tattered, his face was covered with stubble, and he reeked terribly from top to bottom.

Lu Lin was speechless.

Just because two cavalrymen escaped, now he has nearly killed half of the eighty thousand strong army, yet the task remains unfinished.

Where on earth have those two escapees gone?

Six months later.

Lu Lin was already accustomed to life on the prairie; when encountering tents, he would go in and ask nomads for a drink of wine.

When he met children, he would even compete with them in horseback riding.

Upon seeing pretty girls, Lu Lin would blow whistles and toss wildflowers from his horse.

But when those girls actually rushed towards him, Lu Lin would retreat with a grin.

During all this time, not only did he slaughter all eighty thousand, but even generals protected by formidable masters in the army were not spared from his killings.

Yet he still hadn’t found the last two escapees.

In fact, the Royal Court on the prairie moved northward by 500 miles due to the presence of Lu Lin, the God of Killing.

No one knew when Lu Lin would stop.

Of course, Lu Lin himself didn’t know either.

One year later.

Lu Lin invaded the Royal Court of the prairie people, tied everyone up before him, and questioned each one.

Who among the eighty thousand back then survived?

Those who didn’t know, killed.

Still didn’t know, continued killings.

Still didn’t know, slaughter slaughter slaughter.

Lu Lin clearly knew his current state was wrong, but he simply had no solution.

He only had one thought now, which was to find the escaped cavalry and kill him.

Finally, when questioning the last person, that old man said, among the eighty thousand back then, none were alive.

If someone truly escaped Lu Lin’s grasp, it might be Princess Ke Mei’er.

Yet, Princess Ke Mei’er has now married into a much stronger Prairie Dynasty, one that was a hundred times mightier than them.

For Lu Lin to want to kill Princess Ke Mei’er, it’s extremely challenging.

Lu Lin left.

He didn’t kill the last minister in the Royal Court.

He wanted to find Ke Mei’er.

Three years later.

The largest Royal Court on the prairie split into six major tribes.

And the man who decimated the Royal Court said just one thing.

Whoever could hand over Princess Ke Mei’er to him, he would kill all the leaders of the other six tribes.

One year later, after all six major tribes had changed leaders, finally one of them delivered Princess Ke Mei’er to Lu Lin.

After all these years, Lu Lin no longer wanted to say anything.

He only wanted to return.

No.

He even forgot why he wanted to kill Princess Ke Mei’er.

Having stayed on the prairie for six years and killed countless people, Lu Lin only remembered two things.

His name was Lu Lin.

Lu Lin wanted to kill Princess Ke Mei’er.

Princess Ke Mei’er was a beautiful woman.

She wore a white light veil, gracefully walked into Lu Lin’s tent.

"Great King, please spare this concubine,"

Princess Ke Mei’er was no longer the lively girl she once was; over these years, she had become a mother of two children.

Her figure was alluring, her charm even greater.

But Lu Lin was uninterested.

He had not the slightest desire to take a glance.

"Bright Moon Slash."

With one strike, whether it was Princess Ke Mei’er in front, or the tables and chairs inside the tent, or even the leaders of the six tribes outside the tent.

Under Lu Lin’s blade, all were split into two.

"Congratulations, the fourth young man to complete the task."

A voice reverberated in his ears, not heard for many years, Lu Lin’s silhouette gradually faded.

On the prairie, only the legend of the demon god who exterminated two major Royal Courts for Princess Ke Mei’er and slaughtered twelve leaders of the six tribes remains.

But no one has seen Lu Lin’s figure again.