Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique

"Bastards! All of you, shut up! You sniveling coward! All you do is hide and pull cheap tricks! Do you dare show yourself and fight?!" As the crowd murmured, a dust-covered Zhang Lie roared, his face ashen. His eyes were tinged with red, a sign of bloodlust, as he scanned his surroundings for the perpetrator. But there was no one in sight.

"As you wish."

From high above, Mu Chen sneered and shook his head. He took a single step, and with a surge of Thunder Light, he vanished from before the Elders’ eyes with a SWISH. An ethereal voice descended from the heavens, seeming to surround the entire Main Hall Square and making it impossible to discern its origin. The only thing the crowd was certain of was that this person was not one of the thirty-five of them!

While the crowd was still searching for the source of the voice, the massive black casket embedded in the center of the platform suddenly erupted with streaks of purple-gold Thunder Light. Amid the swirling light, a man in white robes, wreathed in purple-gold thunder and lightning, materialized out of thin air. He stood firmly atop the black casket, his sovereign gaze sweeping over everyone present before finally landing on Zhang Lie.

But his gaze only lingered for a moment before he turned to look toward the sky at the side of the platform. For there, he saw his woman. The woman who, holding on to but a sliver of hope, had been willing to bear him a daughter. The woman who had endured untold hardships, shouldering all his pain for him. The woman he was meant to protect for the rest of his life.

As Mu Chen looked at Wan Xian’Er, she too burned the sight of his face and figure into her mind. He had changed; he was more composed, taller, and even more handsome than before. The transformation was enormous, yet she had recognized him in a single glance. That was the man to whom she was willing to entrust her entire heart.

’A Fourth-Ring Martial Emperor... You’ve already reached that level of power?’

However, just as Wan Xian’er and Mu Chen’s gazes met, a voice filled with both shock and anger erupted from the platform, shattering her train of thought!

"It’s you?!" Zhang Lie’s eyes fixed on Mu Chen’s familiar, long ice-blue hair and fair face, and he erupted in fury.

Annoyed that his moment had been interrupted by Zhang Lie’s voice, Mu Chen’s cold, arrogant, blue-purple eyes narrowed. A deceptively warm smile touched his lips as he chuckled, "That’s right. We meet again, Venerable... *sir*."

The last word was dripping with mockery and sarcasm.

But his taunt was utterly lost on the crowd. Even Wan Xian’Er looked on in shock. ’The Mu Chen I know would never be so reckless,’ she thought. ’Zhang Lie is a Venerable Realm Third Ring Gold Attribute Martial Artist, and that spear in his hand is clearly no ordinary weapon!’

’Is he doing this for me? But it’s far too reckless. Everything Zhang Lie has done so far proves he’s no gentleman—in fact, you could call him a vile person of extremely low character and morals. A man like that is guaranteed to seek revenge for even the smallest slight!’

"Courting death."

Down below, Tuoba Rui, who had been about to take the stage before being interrupted by Mu Chen’s sudden appearance, shook his head in disdain. The high esteem he had briefly developed for Mu Chen after he had dealt with Zhang Lie instantly evaporated. In his eyes, Mu Chen was already a dead man.

Yu Wen Tuo, however, did not think so. His eyes were fixed on Mu Chen. He had clearly seen the affection in Wan Xian’Er and Mu Chen’s eyes as they looked at each other. ’This man,’ he thought, ’is anything but simple!’

"Hahaha... HAHA... HAHAHAHA!!"

The laughter was abrupt. After hearing Mu Chen’s tone, Zhang Lie threw his head back and roared with laughter. It lasted only a moment before he cut it off. Holding his spear horizontally, his expression suddenly became savage. A red light flashed in his eyes as he bellowed, "Outside the Main Hall, I believe I taught you a lesson!"

Mu Chen put on a thoughtful expression. "Taught me what?" he asked, feigning confusion.

Zhang Lie laughed with rage. Even a fool would know Mu Chen was messing with him now. "Is that so? Forgotten already? Then you can go to hell and think it over! You piece of trash!"

The instant he finished speaking, the dust-covered Zhang Lie let out a roar. He swung his spear to his side as a terrifying burst of Venerable Realm Primordial Power erupted from his body. With a stomp of his foot, he vanished and reappeared directly in front of Mu Chen, his spear already swinging. Accompanied by a blast of Powerful Qi and a razor-Sharp Qi, it swept horizontally toward Mu Chen in an instant!

In the eyes of the onlookers, there was no way a mere Fourth-Ring Martial Emperor could possibly dodge such a wide, full-powered sweep. Moreover, Zhang Lie was clearly aiming to kill; as he swung the spear, he simultaneously used Space Power to lock down the surrounding area. Now, even if Mu Chen possessed a treasure capable of Space Transfer, escape was impossible!

Seeing Zhang Lie’s overwhelming attack, the color drained from Mu Chen’s face. He began to tremble, his eyes filled with deep fear as he cried out in a panic, "Wait, no!"

Zhang Lie was ecstatic. A crazed look filled his eyes, and a cruel grin split his face. "GYEHEHEHEH...! Regret it?! Scared now?! Too late!!"

With that, the force of Zhang Lie’s sweep didn’t lessen—it grew stronger. In an instant, it locked onto Mu Chen’s waist, aiming to cleave him in two! But just as the spear’s blade was about to slice open his stomach, Mu Chen’s trembling suddenly stopped. The terror on his face vanished, replaced by a cheeky grin as he whispered, "Just kidding."

Zhang Lie was startled by those words, but his spear didn’t slow in the slightest. With a wet SLICE, it passed straight through Mu Chen’s waist...

Hearing the very real sound of flesh being torn, the surprise on Zhang Lie’s face vanished, replaced by disdain. "Hmph. So it was all just a bluff after all."