Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time

Chapter 1028: Slaughtering The Slaughtered Moon

Lin Mu looked at the Bleeding Moon as a faint frown appeared between his brows.

The enormous blood red eye embedded within the cracked moon stared back at him hatefully while endless blood Qi churned around it like a raging sea.

"To think an immortal artifact of this level would exist in a lower world," Lin Mu said quietly. "It is far stronger than I expected."

The Patriarch was stunned.

Even he had never known the true nature of the Bleeding Moon.

"You..." he finally managed to say. "Who are you?"

Lin Mu ignored him completely.

Instead he merely raised one hand casually.

The next volley of blood beams released by the moon shattered instantly before reaching anyone. The attacks simply dispersed into particles of light. The surrounding cultivators stared blankly.

Madam Cold Fang felt cold sweat covering her back.

"Is this..." she whispered. "The power of an immortal?"

Han Yu remained silent.

His gaze never left Lin Mu.

He still remembered what Lin Mu had said before.

An immortal artifact.

If the Bleeding Moon truly possessed such origins...

Could even Lin Mu destroy it?

Then Lin Mu moved.

His eyes narrowed faintly as he looked at the moon.

"A vile existence such as you does not deserve to exist," he said calmly.

He stretched out his hand as a random sword lying amidst the battlefield suddenly flew upward into his grasp. It was an utterly ordinary weapon, barely a mid grade spirit weapon. The sort of thing no one would spare a second glance toward.

Yet the moment Lin Mu held it, everything changed.

SHING!

The sword erupted with blinding light as an overwhelming Sword Intent exploded into existence.

The heavens trembled and the earth shook. Every sword cultivator present felt their own Sword Intent instinctively submit. Some weaker cultivators even dropped their weapons involuntarily.

"What terrifying Sword Intent..." one elder muttered in horror.

"My own Sword Intent feels like nothing before it..."

Lin Mu simply held the sword casually while gazing toward the moon.

His posture appeared relaxed.

Almost careless.

Yet everyone felt an indescribable danger from that single sword.

Then Lin Mu spoke once more.

"Since you are called the Slaughtered Moon..."

"And have slaughtered countless lives..."

"It is time someone slaughtered you instead."

The Patriarch’s eyes widened.

"You dare!" he roared furiously.

But before he could move...

Lin Mu swung the sword.

The movement was simple.

Straightforward.

Almost amateurish.

And yet...

The moment the sword moved, heaven and earth split apart.

SHING!

A massive arc of sword energy erupted outward.

WHOOSH!

It expanded endlessly as it traveled, growing larger and larger until it stretched across tens of kilometers. The skies themselves parted before it, the blood clouds vanished instantly and the sword arc struck the Bleeding Moon directly.

No resistance occurred.

The immortal artifact that had existed for over hundreds of thousand years was cut apart as easily as paper.

Silence descended.

Then...

CRACK!

A massive line appeared across the entire moon.

CRACK CRACK CRACK!

Countless fractures spread rapidly through it.

The blood red eye widened in terror before releasing an agonized scream.

WOOOOOOOOOOONG!

Blood erupted from the moon itself. The enormous eye split apart as the crimson tentacles shattered one after another.

Then the entire Bleeding Moon collapsed.

Chunks of the moon rained from the heavens while torrents of blood poured downward like a divine catastrophe. The entire battlefield stared blankly upward. No one could comprehend what they had just witnessed.

The eternal symbol of the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect...

Had been destroyed in one attack.

The Patriarch Hong Tianyue slowly fell to his knees.

His face became utterly pale.

"The symbol of our sect..." he muttered weakly.

"Perished?"

His voice carried disbelief more than grief.

He simply could not accept reality.

The Bleeding Moon was eternal, it was sacred for it represented the very foundation of the sect; their glory, their history, their power. And now it had been erased in front of him as casually as one might cut down a tree branch.

Several Peak Heads stared at the skies with pale faces.

Some trembled uncontrollably.

Others looked utterly broken.

The destruction of the Bleeding Moon had shattered something inside them.

Their faith.

Meanwhile Lin Mu floated calmly in the sky while holding the now ruined sword. Cracks spread across the weapon rapidly. Then the blade disintegrated into dust. It simply could not withstand the power that had flowed through it.

Lin Mu looked mildly disappointed.

"Too fragile," he muttered softly.

The surrounding cultivators heard him and nearly coughed blood. A mid grade spirit weapon had just been used to destroy an immortal artifact that had existed for over a hundred thousand years.

And he merely called it fragile.

The difference between their worlds felt unimaginable.

Han Yu slowly exhaled.

Only now did he realize his back was drenched in cold sweat.

He looked toward Lin Mu with increasingly complicated emotions.

Fear.

Awe.

Disbelief.

Hope.

All mixed together.

This was an immortal.

A true immortal.

Not some vague legend.

Not a distant story.

A real existence standing before them.

And this immortal had just casually destroyed the greatest weapon the Blood Sect possessed.

Madam Cold Fang looked equally shaken. Even she no longer maintained her usual cold demeanor. Her eyes remained fixed upon Lin Mu as though she were looking at some unreachable existence from myth itself.

Qing Luan swallowed nervously.

"Was... was that really an immortal artifact?" she asked quietly.

Han Yu nodded slowly.

"Lin Mu himself said so."

"But he destroyed it with one attack..." Xuan Qing whispered in disbelief.

"That’s the terrifying part," Madam Cold Fang replied grimly.

Nearby, the surviving Blood Sect cultivators had become completely demoralized. Their greatest weapon was gone, their ancestors were dead, their Jiangshi army had betrayed them and now an immortal stood above them.

Some disciples even dropped their weapons entirely.

Others began trying to flee instinctively.

But no one dared move too recklessly.

Because Lin Mu still remained there silently.

The Patriarch slowly raised his head.

His eyes looked bloodshot.

"You..." he said hoarsely while staring upward. "What exactly are you?"

For the first time in thousands of years, Patriarch Hong Tianyue sounded powerless.

Lin Mu glanced at him calmly.

Then, finally he spoke.

"Someone who dislikes seeing worlds ruined by filth."

His answer was simple.

Yet the Patriarch’s face twisted.

"You dare call our sacred moon filth?" he roared angrily despite his fear.

Lin Mu’s gaze sharpened slightly.

"Sacred?" he repeated calmly.

The next moment his eyes swept across the battlefield.

Across the mountains of corpses.

Across the rivers of blood.

Across the countless ruined lives.

Then he looked back at the Patriarch.

"That thing fed on slaughter for over five hundred thousand years," Lin Mu said evenly.

"It consumed hatred, blood and souls endlessly."

"It distorted the cultivation of this continent."

"It corrupted heaven and earth itself."

"And you call it sacred?"

Every word struck like a hammer against the Patriarch’s heart.

Hong Tianyue’s expression twisted violently.

"You know nothing about our sect!" he shouted furiously.

"Our ancestors built everything through blood and sacrifice!"

"And now because of these traitors..." he pointed toward Han Yu and the others.

"...everything has been destroyed!"

Lin Mu remained utterly calm.

"No," he replied softly.

"It was already rotten long before they acted."

Those words silenced the Patriarch completely. Even Han Yu froze slightly. Lin Mu then slowly turned his gaze toward Han Yu.

The young man stiffened instinctively.

"You possess quite an unusual soul," Lin Mu said thoughtfully. "And an even more unusual fate."

Han Yu forced himself to remain calm despite the immense pressure.

Lin Mu’s eyes seemed capable of seeing through everything.

Every secret.

Every thought.

Every lie.

"You caused all this?" Lin Mu asked casually.

Han Yu hesitated briefly.

Then finally nodded.

"Yes."

The surrounding survivors of the blood sect immediately looked toward him in shock. Even some allies widened their eyes slightly hearing him admit it so openly. Lin Mu observed him silently for several moments.

Then unexpectedly...

A faint smile appeared on his face.

"You’re rather bold."

Han Yu did not know whether that was praise or criticism.

Before he could answer though, Patriarch Hong Tianyue suddenly erupted with killing intent.

"You!" he roared while staring at Han Yu. "So it truly was you behind everything!"

His aura exploded violently as he tried charging forward despite his injuries.

But Lin Mu merely glanced at him.

Instantly...

Hong Tianyue froze midair.

Completely unable to move.

The Patriarch’s face paled in terror.

Lin Mu spoke without even looking at him fully.

"You should stay still."

The words sounded gentle, yet they carried unquestionable authority.

The Patriarch struggled desperately.

Nothing happened.

He truly could not move at all.

Han Yu stared at the scene silently.

A terrifying realization formed in his mind once more.

The immortal before them had never truly taken this battle seriously from the beginning.