Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique

Lost in this reverie, Mu Chen’s thoughts drifted to Little Spirit. He hadn’t let her out since the day she had used an Illusion to take on his appearance. And she, ever so obedient, had never once complained.

Imperceptibly, he stroked the Star-Shattering Seal on his right arm. ’I really want to call her my sister.’ However, just as he was about to, his expression suddenly changed. He chuckled softly. "They’re here?"

"Here?" Lei Yue’er looked at Mu Chen, confused. "What’s here?"

Mu Chen stood up from the flowerbed and dusted himself off. He took a step forward, shielding Lei Yue’er and Lei Yun’Er with his own not-so-sturdy body. With his hands clasped behind his back and a smile in his eyes, he gazed into the distance and said calmly, "The big game."

"Oh? We’ve been discovered?"

Following the soft, questioning voice, the space in front of Mu Chen suddenly shimmered. An instant later, five men in white Concealing Garments materialized before his eyes.

"Five at the Nine-Ring Emperor Realm Peak? You really flatter me."

Wu Lei was the most contemptuous of Mu Chen among the group. Hearing him speak, he was the first to retort, "You? Heh heh. Since you already know all five of us are at the Nine-Ring Emperor Realm Peak and can still act so calm and composed, should I call you stupid? Or just clueless? If I heard you right, what did you call us? Something about ’big game’? Heh heh, interesting. This is the first time anyone in the arena has called us prey."

Mu Chen shrugged. "Say whatever you like."

Mu Chen then turned his gaze to Yang Fan. "You must be the one I sensed earlier. A Dark Attribute Martial Artist... very rare."

"..."

Hearing this, Yang Fan’s expression instantly darkened. His chilling gaze locked onto Mu Chen, and he even shifted forward slightly on the balls of his feet. It wasn’t just him; even Wu Lei, who had just been spouting nonsense, now regarded Mu Chen with a subtle change in his eyes.

"So what I sensed earlier wasn’t a mistake," Yang Fan said. "I’m just very curious. Fang Bin said you were only a Seventh-Ring Martial Sect. How exactly can a Seventh-Ring Martial Sect see through my Shadow Concealment State? Or do you possess some treasure that can break through Shadow Stealth?"

Mu Chen met Yang Fan’s gaze, his tone neutral. "I don’t believe I have any obligation to answer you."

The moment Mu Chen finished speaking, Lei Yun’Er suddenly took a step forward. Tugging on his arm, she peeked out and said, "A Dark Attribute Nine-Ring Martial Emperor Peak... I think there’s only one of those in the Inner Mountain. That must be Yang Fan."

"Yang Fan?" Mu Chen gave a wry smile. ’Another name I don’t recognize. But judging by Lei Yun’Er’s reaction, he must be quite famous.’

"Since we’ve been discovered, there’s no point in talking," Wang Jie said, stepping forward. "The five of us are here for one reason: to eliminate you from the faction war."

"Is that so?" Mu Chen shook his head, a helpless tone in his voice. "I’m certainly no match for five Nine-Ring Peak Martial Emperors. In fact, I’m not even a match for the weakest one among you."

Wu Lei would never pass up an opportunity for mockery. He snickered contemptuously, "What, giving up already? Hmm, that’s fine by me. If the three of you hand over all your crystals, we might consider giving you a quick end."

Mu Chen paused. ’When did I say I was giving up?’ He looked at Wu Lei, amused. ’This guy really has a wild imagination.’ He chuckled and said, "I never said I was giving up. But you mentioned a ’quick end.’ How quick are we talking?"

Wu Lei curled his lip. "I don’t believe I have any obligation to answer you."

’Alright, so this Wu Lei may have a wild imagination, but at least he knows how to put what he learns to use. He’s throwing my own words back at me.’ Realizing the fight was unavoidable—not that he had any intention of avoiding it—he turned to the sisters. "Yue’Er, Yun’Er, you two should back away. I’m afraid you’ll get caught in the fighting."

Lei Yun’Er knew this was no time to act on impulse. ’If I stubbornly insist on staying,’ she thought, ’not only will I be unable to help Brother Mu Chen, I’ll just distract him and become a burden.’

With that thought, Lei Yun’Er grabbed a reluctant Lei Yue’er and quickly began to retreat. But they had barely taken two steps when a figure appeared before them like a bolt of lightning. "Who gave you permission to leave?" he said in a cold voice.

The moment the words left his mouth, Sun Yong launched an aerial kick imbued with sharp, Powerful Qi, aimed directly at Lei Yun’Er. An attack of this magnitude was anything but light; it was clear Sun Yong wasn’t holding back in the slightest just because she was a girl.

Yet, Lei Yun’Er showed no trace of panic. Without a moment’s hesitation, she spun around, pulled Lei Yue’er into a tight embrace, and presented her own slender back to Sun Yong’s attack.

She had no doubt that if the kick landed, even if it didn’t knock her unconscious, she would be severely injured. But for her sister’s sake, she was resolute. Lei Yue’er watched the leg draw closer and closer to Lei Yun’Er, her pupils constricting in terror as identical memories flashed through her mind. Tears instantly streamed down her face. ’Is she... is she going to get hurt for my sake again? Who... who can help us?! Who can help my sister?!’

"NO!!!"

That very cry of alarm made Sun Yong falter for a split second. In that brief pause, however, another black shadow appeared before him like a flash of lightning. It was another kick, but this one was suffused with sharp killing intent. CRACK! It slammed into Sun Yong’s own leg, sending him hurtling back a full hundred meters before he could regain his footing. He stared at Mu Chen in utter disbelief. Although he had seen Mu Chen’s speed during the round-robin arena matches—a speed so fast it was like Instant Teleportation—seeing it was one thing. ’Only by experiencing it firsthand can you understand just how terrifying that speed really is!’