Catastrophic necromancer

**Chapter 1091: The Spirit of the Magic Weapon, How About a Bet**

Everyone was shocked by Yu Qingrou’s casual sword strike. Niu Da, a powerful member of the Niu Mo clan from the True God Peak, was severely injured and fled in embarrassment.

The domain of laws was torn like a rag, and the divine king’s armor was almost shattered.

This showed that Yu Qingrou’s sword strike had truly reached the Divine King level, and she possessed the strength to fight across realms.

Fighting across realms was something many geniuses present could do.

But fighting across realms…

Everyone looked at Yu Qingrou in astonishment. When her beautiful eyes swept over them, they unconsciously stepped back. Qian Huang felt a bit lucky that he hadn’t made a move; otherwise, he would have been the one injured. Only Lin Moyu remained unmoved, not taking a single step back.

But in the eyes of others, his immobility seemed like he was scared stiff.

Yu Qingrou sighed softly, “After one sword strike, we are even. Why run away?”

When she said this, everyone couldn’t help but twitch their mouths.

Who couldn’t see that Niu Da was severely injured?

If he didn’t leave, would he wait for his enemies to come after him?

He wasn’t stupid; of course, he had to leave as soon as possible.

Several people had already secretly left to find Niu Da.

Whether Niu Da could leave safely was still uncertain.

Yu Qingrou understood this very well, and she saw everyone’s reactions.

She showed a “I’m very innocent” look, which made people even more afraid.

After all, that wasn’t true innocence.

Some thought Yu Qingrou was very scheming and deep.

Lin Moyu, however, felt that Yu Qingrou was like someone from another world, looking down on everyone as if playing a game.

It had always been like this, and this feeling was getting stronger.

Yu Qingrou said softly, “Everyone, who else wants to compete with this princess for the Three-Colored Spirit Fire?”

Everyone remained silent, looking at the nearby Three-Colored Spirit Fire, then at Yu Qingrou and her sword.

Compared to the Three-Colored Spirit Fire, their lives were more important.

Yu Qingrou chuckled, “Since that’s the case, please retreat ten million kilometers and don’t come near.”

“Otherwise, this princess’s sword has a bad temper.”

The long sword in her hand suddenly trembled slightly, emitting a loud and clear sword cry.

Everyone’s faces changed again, and someone exclaimed, “A weapon spirit!”

Lin Moyu was also slightly surprised, recalling information about “weapon spirits.”

A weapon spirit, also known as the spirit of a magic weapon, refers to the intelligence born within a magic weapon. Once a magic weapon gains intelligence, its power increases significantly.

Like a cultivator fighting across realms, the level of the magic weapon increases by at least one, sometimes even two levels.

Magic weapons are also divided into lower, middle, and upper grades within each level.

His own Soul-Cutting Sword and Battle King Tower were both upper-grade Divine King level magic weapons with great power, but they had no weapon spirits.

If a lower-grade Divine King level magic weapon had a weapon spirit, its power could at least match a middle-grade Divine King level magic weapon.

It could even compete with upper-grade Divine King level magic weapons.

The long sword in Yu Qingrou’s hand was a lower-grade Divine King level magic weapon, but it had a weapon spirit.

This meant that the sword’s power was at least middle-grade Divine King level, possibly even upper-grade.

But since it was originally a lower-grade Divine King level magic weapon, it was easier to wield.

It could exert greater attack power with less effort. Lin Moyu had to admit that Yu Qingrou’s sword was better than his Soul-Cutting Sword.

True God Peak, mastering the laws of space, plus a Divine King level magic weapon with a weapon spirit.

Yu Qingrou indeed had the qualifications to be proud.

After her sword revealed its weapon spirit, everyone’s last bit of greed was cut off.

One by one, they retreated, unwilling to risk their lives.

Qian Huang also sighed, “It seems this fire is not destined for me. Princess Qingrou, I bid you farewell.”

Among everyone present, Qian Huang was a notable figure, and Yu Qingrou looked at him differently, nodding slightly, “No need to see me off.”

Qian Huang didn’t hesitate and left.

Lin Moyu was moved, and all the resurrected ones also retreated.

In an instant, everyone had retreated ten million kilometers.

Only Lin Moyu remained, still standing there.

Yu Qingrou tilted her head, looking curious, “Why don’t you leave?”

Facing Yu Qingrou’s “innocence,” Lin Moyu smiled slightly, “Because I also want the Three-Colored Spirit Fire.”

Yu Qingrou made an “oh” sound, twirling her sword, “Aren’t you afraid of death?”

“Yes,” Lin Moyu answered honestly. Who isn’t afraid of death?

He used to be unafraid, but not now.

Yu Qingrou asked curiously, “If you’re afraid, why don’t you leave? Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you?”

Lin Moyu shook his head, “Who will win is still uncertain.”

Yu Qingrou laughed, finding Lin Moyu very interesting, very interesting indeed. He seemed serious when he said that, as if he really believed it. A mere True God second stage, even if a genius, was too arrogant.

Yu Qingrou laughed for a while, “You’re quite interesting. It would be a pity to kill you.”

Lin Moyu said, “Our human race and the Starfish race have no enmity, so I don’t want to kill you either. How about we make a bet?”

Yu Qingrou’s eyes sparkled, “What kind of bet? Tell me.”

Lin Moyu said, “You strike me with your sword. If I survive, the Three-Colored Spirit Fire is mine, and you help me guard it while I absorb it, preventing others from disturbing me.”

Yu Qingrou smiled, “You’re betting your life, but what’s in it for me?”

Lin Moyu said, “If I die, everything on me is yours.”

Yu Qingrou laughed even more, “Little guy, what do you have that I would want? Don’t say something like Stellar Spirit Fire; I don’t want that.”

Lin Moyu extended his hand, and the Soul-Cutting Sword appeared in his hand, “How about this? I offer it as a bet.”

Yu Qingrou glanced at it, “An upper-grade Divine King level magic weapon, and a soul-type weapon at that. It seems quite good.”

Lin Moyu knew the Soul-Cutting Sword was valuable enough to be a bet.

Indeed, Yu Qingrou was interested in the Soul-Cutting Sword.

Yu Qingrou’s eyes sparkled, “Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you and take your treasure?”

Lin Moyu smiled, “I said, who will win is still uncertain. I just don’t want our races to become enemies.”

As he spoke, Lin Moyu gently moved the Black Star Beast leg given by Chu Xiong, simultaneously locking his soul onto Yu Qingrou.

Yu Qingrou suddenly felt a sense of danger, a chill spreading from the depths of her soul.

She felt as if she was facing a life-and-death crisis, ready to die at any moment.

And this feeling was brought by the human boy in front of her.

A mere True God second stage, yet he made her feel mortal danger.

Even Zhu Da and Qian Huang, such True God Peak experts, she didn’t take seriously.

Now she had to look at Lin Moyu differently.

This person really had the means to kill her.

Yu Qingrou smiled, “Alright then, I’ll strike you with my sword. If you survive, the Three-Colored Spirit Fire is yours.”