"Holy crap, the boss's skills are hundreds of times better than Wolf King's. Wolf King is a formidable retired soldier, what's going on with the boss? Can he go toe-to-toe with a battle-hardened general?"
"This isn't a PK, this is playing with life. The boss's previous skills were Taoist magic, and now it's martial arts. He's also knowledgeable. Damn, he's omnipotent?"
"No, I'm truly envious. This is the ability of an all-rounder. I think I might be inspired to learn something from this in the future."
"Speaking of which, the boss's sword looks incredibly powerful. Wolf King's military dagger is already scrap, yet this sword is completely unharmed. It's truly miraculous."
...
After the netizens' discussions, Professor Hu, who was watching all of this, turned his gaze to Zhou Lin.
Especially at the treasured sword in his hand...
After a long period of contemplation, his eyes suddenly widened in horror, then in shock.
"Qinglong Sword? It's actually the Qinglong Sword? Has the long-lost Qinglong Sword truly appeared before everyone's eyes?"
Professor Hu abruptly stood up from his chair, staring at the big screen in disbelief.
The people around him were also surprised and taken aback by Professor Hu's astonished reaction.
"What's wrong with you? You're jumping around like this, what are you doing?"
Professor Wen frowned displeasedly at Professor Hu's shocked expression.
"The Qinglong Sword. I saw it once in a book about weapons. This treasured sword is said to be a powerful artifact capable of summoning a green dragon, able to cut through iron like mud. But no one has ever been able to truly unleash its power..."
"It disappeared hundreds of years ago, its whereabouts unknown to this day, and no one has ever witnessed the Qinglong Sword in action. I never expected it to be in Zhou Lin's hands."
Professor Hu's eyes were as wide as copper bells, staring at the big screen in disbelief.
Faced with Professor Hu's explanation, everyone in the conference room took a deep breath, feeling a mixture of admiration.
It felt as if something was about to erupt within them, and another thing was constantly sprouting and growing wildly.
Inside the tomb.
Zhou Lin seized the opportunity, exerted force with his feet, and leaped into the air, his feet colliding with Cao Hao.
He retreated a few steps while holding the sword soul of Cao Hao, and with a backhand, he cut across Zhou Lin's tiger's mouth.
Zhou Lin's blood dripped onto the Qinglong Sword.
The sword in his hand seemed to be activated, trembling slightly as if resonating.
A faint dragon's roar echoed in Zhou Lin's ears, and his heart rejoiced.
"Sword soul, it's not easy for you to survive in here. I didn't want to annihilate you completely. If you return to your sword body, I won't attack you. Otherwise..."
Sword energy faintly appeared before Zhou Lin, and his black hair began to ripple.
The sword soul opposite him did not stop its actions because of Zhou Lin's words.
Seeing this, Zhou Lin sighed with regret, then felt a dragon's roar.
He then fiercely swung the Qinglong Sword in his hand, and two enormous green dragons intertwined, charging towards the sword soul opposite him.
Roar—
The dragon's roar echoed through the entire ear chamber.
The sword soul looked at the green dragons before it, raised Cao Hao to block, but it was of little effect.
Roar—
The two giant dragons gently passed through its body, creating a large hole in its ethereal form, a hole that could not be repaired.
Finally, the ethereal form turned its head to look at Ding Qin above, and then slowly disappeared.
Clang—
The bronze sword Cao Hao fell to the ground.
When Elder Tang and Professor Lin witnessed this scene, they were stunned.
Their breathing paused, their gazes fixed on Cao Hao on the ground.
The treasured sword lay on the ground, and with the naked eye, it began to be covered in rust, appearing mottled before everyone's eyes.
Elder Tang and Professor Lin exchanged glances, seeing shock in each other's eyes.
Their gazes conveyed a silent conversation.
Elder Tang: What did you see?
Professor Lin: I saw dragons, but is this real?
Elder Tang: It must be. The sword soul is gone.
Professor Lin: Damn it, am I dreaming?
Their brief exchange of glances happened in a flash.
Finally, the two of them stood there, as if struck by lightning, staring blankly at Zhou Lin.
The Taoist priest, the historians, the biologists, the construction champion behind them, and Wolf King all had their mouths agape, wide enough to fit an egg.
They were dumbfounded, stunned, and struck.
Was this still human? What was that dragon? Where did that dragon come from?
And that sword soul, where did its formidable power go? Why was it gone so quickly?
The entire ear chamber fell silent.
Even the other sword souls standing nearby were stunned.
They had never imagined that their general would fail, and fail so miserably.
In the live stream.
"Holy crap, am I blind? I just rubbed my eyes, this isn't a dream."
"Damn, was that a dragon just now? I even recorded it and watched the replay carefully. Was that really a dragon?"
"No, what the hell is going on? How can there be a dragon? Did this dragon come out of the boss's treasured sword? What kind of treasured sword is this? So incredibly awesome?"
"That's a dragon, a real dragon, so the sword soul was killed by the dragon?"
In the archaeological academy conference room.
The dean, the other faculty members, and the experts watched with their own eyes as two dragons emerged from the Qinglong Sword.
And they successfully dealt with the sword soul.
It felt as if something had violently struck their hearts, and the dragon's roar from before still echoed in their minds.
It kept reverberating in their minds.
"Was that the secret of the Qinglong Sword? Its true power?"
Professor Wen's breathing was rapid, his voice trembling.
He had previously dismissed Professor Hu's words with a scoff, but now he believed them.
This was simply an incredible scene.
The dean and the other professors and experts showed expressions of shock.
Their gazes all fell on Professor Hu.
Professor Hu was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes. He had only seen it in books before, and now he had finally seen it in reality. This was truly wonderful.
This is real, all of this is real.
Professor Hu's eyes were bloodshot, and the pen in his hand trembled with excitement.
This is all real, it's all real, haha, my life is complete.
The conference room fell silent once more.
Inside the tomb.
Zhou Lin hadn't expected the Qinglong Sword to have such capabilities and felt a little excited.
He immediately turned around, about to tell everyone behind him that it was safe, when the sword above began to tremble, and the rack followed, swaying.
It seemed to be showing signs of anger.