Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique

"HISS!"

Wang Jie sucked in a sharp breath. He ignored the searing pain from his leg and used the momentum of Mu Chen grabbing his ankle to throw his body backward. He clenched his fists, and pale blue Fire Flames instantly coiled around his arms. He threw two punches, aiming straight for Mu Chen’s abdomen.

Mu Chen hadn’t expected this attack, and Wang Jie’s two punches landed squarely on his abdomen. The force actually knocked him back two steps, but he felt no pain at all. From this, he could deduce something. ’After fusing with Xiaohai, my speed, physical strength, and combat power must have surpassed the Emperor Realm and broken through to the Ultimate Venerable Realm.’

’As I am now, in the state of Illusion Spirit Fusion, I can perform Tier Jumping to challenge Venerable Realm Martial Artists even without resorting to Broken Ring! But the strain from this Illusion Spirit Contract is just too immense. How long has it been since I fused? I can already feel that about sixty percent of my body’s power has been drained.’

’Looks like playtime is over.’

As he thought this, Mu Chen violently flung the ankle he was holding. Wang Jie’s body was thrown into the air by an immense force. If Mu Chen were only at the Emperor Realm, Wang Jie was ninety percent confident he could have regained his balance the instant he was thrown. But now, he could clearly feel that Mu Chen’s Martial Artist Realm was on a completely different level from his own.

His cold, blue eyes stared at Wang Jie, who was spinning rapidly as he flew through the air. Mu Chen’s figure suddenly dissolved into motes of black starlight and vanished. Void Walking, activated! In the blink of an eye, he reappeared at Wang Jie’s side and threw a punch. With a deafening BOOM, the immense force slammed into Wang Jie, causing his body to arch violently. He spat out a mouthful of blood, unable to even cry out before the terrifying impact blasted him out of the flower garden. He shot through two mountain walls before finally being stopped by the third. At that moment, the red Elemental Armor covering his body completely shattered and dissipated. His Primordial Energy Vortex and nine purple Martial Rings vanished along with it.

In less than a minute, two of the Nameless Peak Nine-Ring Emperors had already lost their ability to fight. However, just as Mu Chen was about to turn and attack the other three, a cold glint of light flashed behind him. His brow furrowed slightly, and his figure vanished in an instant. A dagger shimmering with Thunder sliced through the spot where he had just been, trailing an arc of electricity. A golden, crescent-shaped blade of light followed, piercing through the air.

The next second, Mu Chen reappeared at the origin point of the golden arc. He stared in a particular direction. Though to others it would seem there was nothing there, the Shadow Concealment State was useless before his Ice Extreme Demon Pupils. Among the remaining three, only the Dark Attribute user, Yang Fan, possessed such Explosive Power and instantaneous speed. Having known Qing Lei for so many years, Mu Chen’s understanding of Dark Attribute Martial Artists was no less than their own. Moreover, he himself also had Dark Attribute Elemental Power within his body.

Yang Fan stared at Mu Chen in disbelief. He had waited a long time for that perfect assassination opportunity. While he hadn’t intended to take Mu Chen’s life, for a Dark Attribute Martial Artist, there were only two ways to defeat an opponent: either the opponent dies, or the opponent is left with no strength to get back up.

That was why Yang Fan had chosen not to stab or slash at any vital points. But it was an attack he had been certain would land—one that even Venerable Realm Martial Artists might not be able to dodge. Yet Mu Chen had evaded it with ease. How could he not be shocked?

What shocked him even more was that he was currently in his Shadow Concealment State, yet Mu Chen’s cold, merciless eyes were staring right at him. ’Is my Shadow Stealth really useless against him?’

But before Yang Fan could react, he saw two blurry figures suddenly appear at Mu Chen’s sides. His expression froze in alarm, but then a faint smile touched the corners of his lips. He had forgotten something important. True, in a one-on-one fight, none of them could last a single round against Mu Chen. But they weren’t fighting alone now; there were three of them. He refused to believe that Mu Chen could calmly dodge their attacks while being besieged by three Peak Emperors.

At this thought, Yang Fan’s eyes narrowed. The very instant Mu Chen’s gaze shifted to his sides, Yang Fan moved. And not just him—Wu Lei and Shenlin moved as well. A dazzling, sharp blade of light, a bone-chilling glint of frost, and a golden electric blade all shot toward Mu Chen from treacherous angles.

They were sure this attack would hit. It was too late for even Mu Chen to use Instant Teleportation. Not unless he had three heads and six arms!

But who would have known that Mu Chen had no intention of dodging at all? He indeed didn’t have three heads and six arms, nor did he have time to evade. But... at the very instant the three of them closed in, the pair of enormous Steel Wings that had been spread open behind his back suddenly folded in, forming a natural steel barrier that instantly enveloped his entire body.

Simultaneously, the three attacks arrived, slamming into Mu Chen’s Steel Wings and sending a shower of sparks into the air. Seeing this, the three of them felt like they could cough up a mouthful of old blood. What kind of bullshit was this? They were right, Mu Chen didn’t have three heads and six arms, but he did have a pair of sturdy wings. With those wings in play, their close-quarters combat was completely shut down. How were they supposed to fight against a foe whose strength was already on another level?

While the three of them were still stunned, Mu Chen’s steel-encased form suddenly burst open. A hurricane-force gust from the impact of his wings blasted the three of them back. Immediately after, Mu Chen’s figure vanished, reappearing in the next moment in front of Yang Fan. He lifted his leg and kicked Wu Lei directly in the stomach. The force, surpassing the Venerable Realm, created a massive vortex of air a hundred meters in diameter. Wu Lei’s body shot toward the ground like a cannonball, carving a massive trench over a thousand meters long the instant he crashed.

Crimson blood poured from his mouth, mixed with chunks of his internal organs. His neat, white Concealing Garment was now filthy, stained with blood and sand. Wu Lei’s eyes were fixed on Mu Chen, his murderous gaze looking as if it could tear Mu Chen to a thousand pieces. But his spirit was willing while his flesh was weak. After meeting Mu Chen’s eyes for barely a second, his head lolled to the side, and he passed out. This strike from Mu Chen was no lighter than the one that had taken down Sun Yong. Moreover, Wu Lei was a Gold Attribute Martial Artist known for his offense; taking a blow of this magnitude would be enough to keep him bedridden for more than half a month.

"Ice Emperor’s Fury!"

However, while Mu Chen’s attention was still on Wu Lei, he suddenly felt a chill approaching from behind. Tilting his head, he saw tens of thousands of Profound Ice Spears shooting toward him. This actually surprised him a little—not because Shenlin could unleash an Ice Attribute Combat Skill of this level, but because he hadn’t even noticed there was an Ice Attribute Martial Artist here.

He chuckled inwardly. With a calm expression, he extended a finger and pointed at the empty air. A diamond-shaped, icy-blue Ice Crystal suddenly appeared within the blue flame mark between his eyebrows. The Ice Crystal flashed, and all the Ice Attribute Primordial Qi in the sky instantly began to roil. At the same time, the tens of thousands of Profound Ice Spears froze in mid-air, as if the very space around them had solidified.

Shenlin stared at Mu Chen, stunned. He could clearly sense that Mu Chen hadn’t used a single shred of Primordial Power. With just a simple point of his finger, his own pride and joy—a High-grade Earth-Tier Combat Technique—was frozen in the sky. At the same time, Shenlin heard Mu Chen’s lips part as a calm voice spoke.

"Shatter."

"CRACK!!"

In an instant, the tens of thousands of Profound Ice Spears shattered in unison, disintegrating into specks of icy-blue starlight that scattered into the air. Not only that, but Shenlin could clearly feel his own Ice Attribute Elemental Power being ruthlessly suppressed. Even his Ice Elemental Armor collapsed instantly, deprived of its power source.

This was the absolute suppression unique to the Extreme Ice Attribute when facing a Martial Artist of a lower level than Mu Chen! Ice Extreme suppression! Similarly, if Mu Chen had been facing a Wood Attribute Martial Artist, his Extreme Wood Attribute would have exerted the same absolute suppression on a lower-level opponent! This was the tyrannical power of an Extreme Attribute Elemental Power!

In less than two minutes, of the Nameless Peak Martial Emperors, three were unconscious and one was completely suppressed. Only the Dark Attribute Martial Emperor, Yang Fan, remained, watching Mu Chen helplessly from a distance.

"Still want to fight?" Mu Chen asked Yang Fan indifferently. Of the five, he felt no particular animosity toward Yang Fan or the one named Shenlin.

"Fight? You want me to ask for a beating?" Yang Fan shrugged, retracting the strange Thunder Blade he was holding. He continued, "We’re not even on the same level. Forget the five of us; even if you added five more Peak Martial Emperors, the result would be the same. Besides, you’ve already shown us mercy. If this wasn’t the Inner Mountain Arena but a life-or-death battle in the Outer Realm, the five of us would have died countless times over by now."

As a Dark Attribute Martial Artist with heightened senses, how could he fail to see it? Mu Chen’s jet-black armor was a deadly weapon. The fact that he had retracted the Steel Blade from his Steel Tail when he struck Sun Yong, retracted the Steel Claws from his fists when he attacked Wu Lei and Wang Jie, and used the flat Wing Body instead of the sharp Wing Blade to knock them back—all of it was a sign of mercy.

’If this had been the Outer Realm, the fight would have been over in an instant. This guy, Mu Chen... he’s just too strong. Unfathomably strong! Unacceptably strong!’

"Heh. You know when to yield and when to stand firm. You remind me of a friend." Mu Chen said. "No wonder they say that besides Poison Cauldron Masters, Dark Attribute Martial Artists are the last people you should offend. Now I see why. You’re all far too calm and level-headed."

As his voice fell, Mu Chen continued, "Leave your crystals behind. Also, of those three, besides the Fire Attribute Martial Artist, the other two will probably be bedridden for half a month before they recover. You can help me by collecting their crystals."

Yang Fan gave a bitter smile and nodded with a sigh. It was the first time he’d ever been ordered around like this, and the other party did it so matter-of-factly that it left him with no room to refuse.