Tomb robbing: I was Buried alive in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, I Get Stronger by Looting Corpses

Chapter 49: Like a Demon God! Crushing the Mechanisms!

Boom!

A mass of bluestone tiles was blasted into the air, the scene utterly breathtaking. It wasn’t just Meng Jiangnv and Qinglian who were shocked; even Ying stared at Yang Yi in stunned silence.

Click—

Click—

The tremendous noise Yang Yi caused instantly triggered the surrounding traps. Rows of powerful crossbows rose from the overturned ground. Some, affected by the damaged terrain, jammed as they ascended, producing harsh scraping sounds.

Whoosh—

Whoosh—

The next moment, countless arrows rained down in Yang Yi’s direction. The sky seemed blotted out, as if the heavens themselves were raining arrows upon him. More terrifying was that the crossbows were automatic, firing repeatedly in an endless barrage.

Buzz—

Facing such a deadly rain of arrows, Yang Yi dared not be careless. Even though he had already deployed his Qi Shield, he still unsheathed his Ink Sword. If the Qi Shield could not completely block the arrows, at least it would weaken them, allowing him to deflect the rest. Yet Yang Yi quickly realised he had overthought it.

Thump—

Thump—

The arrows fell upon the Qi Shield, but all they did was produce muffled impacts. None of them could pierce through. To Yang Yi, it felt no different than raindrops pounding against an umbrella, creating a rhythmic patter.

“This…”

“This is far too strong.”

Ying muttered in disbelief. She knew that peak Qi Realm cultivators could sustain a Qi Shield, but she had never heard of anyone’s shield being this formidable.

“Stay behind me!”

“Do not stray too far.”

Yang Yi’s voice carried calm authority. His heart surged with exhilaration—this was the power of his Qi, the true measure of his strength. But he quickly composed himself, turning back to instruct the three women before him.

With the arrow rain still pouring, Yang Yi strode forward steadily.

Thump—

Thump—

Arrows continued to batter against his Qi Shield, unable to hinder his determined steps.

What kind of Great Qin is this? Is it some high-martial Qin?

Or a tomb-raiding Qin? From the very start, these mechanisms are terrifying enough to kill even a Qi Realm expert. Who on earth could possibly rob a tomb like this?

Yang Yi muttered inwardly, pressure mounting. Thankfully, he had broken through in time. Otherwise, this assault would have been a death sentence. What made it worse was that the outward projection of Qi consumed an enormous amount of energy. When under attack, the depletion only accelerated. For an ordinary Qi Realm expert, crossing this square alive would have been nearly impossible.

The commotion Yang Yi had caused naturally attracted the attention of the tomb guardians. From atop the city wall, numerous powerful auras emerged. Leading them was an old man whose face grew graver by the second as he watched Yang Yi bulldoze through the arrow storm. That golden-hued Qi Shield was terrifying beyond belief.

“How can such a powerful man appear among the craftsmen?!”

“What on earth is his objective?”

Ying Hua muttered darkly. “Hu Hai, this is your doing!”

In his eyes, someone of such strength would have long been capable of breaking through the underground palace. No craftsman could possibly possess this kind of power, nor could they be driven down here. There was only one explanation—Yang Yi had descended of his own accord, targeting the First Emperor’s tomb.

“My Lord, what should we do?” A deep voice sounded beside him.

“Ready the siege crossbows!”

“Switch all city wall mechanisms to manual operation.”

“Shut the city gates!”

“All forces, prepare to engage the enemy!”

Ying Hua issued his commands one by one, his expression dark and heavy. He understood that the traps and mechanisms across the square would not be able to stop Yang Yi. All they could do was exhaust him as much as possible.

At this moment, Yang Yi had already reached the edge of a collapsed trap. The pit was several metres deep and two metres wide, its interior lined with steel blades glinting with cold light, likely smeared with poison. Anyone who fell in—even a Qi Realm expert—would not survive. Yang Yi swept his gaze around. He knew there were undoubtedly many more such traps scattered across the square. In that case, there was only one solution—crush them all head-on.

“Flatten!” Yang Yi sheathed the Ink Sword, formed hand seals with both hands, and spoke lightly.

Buzz—

The runes on his Overlord Bones shimmered once more, releasing an enigmatic force.

Boom!

He lifted his foot and stomped down heavily. In the next instant, something inconceivable occurred—the ground beneath him glowed faintly with azure light, which soon dissipated. The earth in front of him shifted forward, visibly flattening the traps as it moved. This was the Mountain Moving Technique—capable of shifting mountains and oceans, manipulating the very earth itself with a single gesture.

“Is this a god amongst men?”

Watching the ground shift and close beneath their feet, Meng Jiangnv felt as if she were dreaming. How can my husband possibly possess such unfathomable power?

“He’s doing this on purpose…”

“He must be.”

Ying stood frozen in endless shock, her heart a tangle of conflicting emotions. With such heaven-defying means, Yang Yi could have crushed his way into the inner palace from the start. Why, then, had he bothered to interrogate me? What use are conspiracies and schemes in the face of such absolute power?

“Open!”

Yang Yi completed another set of hand seals, gathering a mysterious force in his palm before slamming it down onto the ground. In an instant, the earth roared and trembled like a furious dragon. The pathways ahead shattered and collapsed as traps and mechanisms exploded one after another. At that moment, Yang Yi stood like a god incarnate, like a demon god. On the city wall, the tomb guardians felt their hearts sink to the bottom of the abyss. Can such power be stopped by mere mortals?

“This is the level of a terrestrial immortal…” Ying Hua could not help but draw his blade, trying to steady his nerves. There was nothing more he could do—he could only brace himself and await the arrival of this terrifying opponent.