“Sand Shooting Shadow!” a low shout.
A large black and red spherical object suddenly appeared in front of him.
Bang!
The black sphere burst open, turning into a mass of black sand that rushed toward Zhang Jin with a roar.
Zhang Jin’s face was indifferent as he lightly uttered, “Yang Errand.”
A flash of white light, and a huge spherical object suddenly enveloped Zhang Jin.
The sphere was full of openings, pale in color like withered bone,
and when the black sand struck the White Bone Sphere, it hissed upon contact but failed to damage it, not even in the slightest!
Just like falling on a smooth glass sphere, the sand slid off the bone sphere and evaporated into thin air within the blink of an eye.
Chen Mu’s face changed.
Sand Shooting Shadow was designed to break through Spiritual Light Armor. How could it be completely ineffective against this person’s perforated bone sphere?!
“Seven Souls Return to Origin!” Chen Mu shouted loudly, directly drawing two parts of his spirit into his mind.
“Five Ghosts Possession Technique!”
Five plumes of black smoke appeared out of nowhere and rushed into Chen Mu’s body.
A massive destructive desire hit his consciousness, but it was firmly suppressed by his strengthened spirit.
The Five Ghosts Possession Technique seemed to lift some kind of restriction.
Hum!
Chen Mu’s body suddenly inflated like a balloon and transformed into a three-meter-tall man!
Boom!
A burst of vigorous qi suddenly exploded from his body. His clothes fluttered loudly, and half of the white mask was shattered.
His skin was indigo, his muscles knotted and veined, and silver light flowed between his brows.
“What a secret technique!” exclaimed Zhang Jin, astonished.
But he quickly regained his indifference. “Pity…”
“Yang Cuo!” Another light shout.
A jet-black crescent blade with no light, half a man’s height, suddenly appeared at his side.
Woo woo woo…
Accompanied by the howling of a yin wind.
The jet-black moon blade appeared out of thin air to Chen Mu’s left, silently slashing toward his neck.
Zing!
Like a blade slicing through tofu,
The Spiritual Armor and Spiritual Light Barrier were easily breached.
The sharp crescent blade almost instantaneously arrived beside Chen Mu’s neck.
Even before it touched him, intense pain was already emanating from the skin on the left side of his neck!
Qi Forbidden Hundred Miles!
The black blade paused for a moment before thunderously breaking through the restraint and piercing through Chen Mu’s neck!
“Impressive speed,” Zhang Jin remarked, raising an eyebrow.
Not far away, Chen Mu, who had been sliced by the black blade, slowly dissipated.
Five meters behind the original spot, Chen Mu’s figure reappeared, staring at the black blade with lingering fear.
That was close!
Just a hair’s breadth away!
He had almost been done for by the blade just now!
He must not allow that black blade to touch him again!
He took a deep breath.
Whoosh!
A violent gust of air was suddenly inhaled into his lungs.
Inside the Jade Seed, the Void Cloak Technique’s talisman entered the Primordial Talisman.
Divine Steps Thousand Miles!
Boom!
The ground beneath his feet exploded.
Chen Mu turned into a black flash of lightning, shooting toward Zhang Jin in a zigzag pattern.
Halfway there, the black moon blade appeared out of nowhere.
Qi Forbidden Hundred Miles!
Hum!
The blade paused momentarily.
By the time it broke through the restraint, Chen Mu had already vanished.
Zhang Jin’s eyebrows twitched; the speed was even faster than before!
Bang!
Almost the moment the thought came to him, a huge indigo fist smashed into the white bone sphere.
The perforated bone sphere trembled, and the hollowed-out patterns sounded off like a series of toppling dominoes.
Zhang Jin’s heart skipped a beat, but upon seeing the bone sphere stabilize once again, he sighed in relief.
He then let out a light laugh, at ease, “It’s useless! This Yang Errand of mine is made from the chest bone of an enlightened great demon. You can’t break it!”
Swish, swish, swish…
While speaking, the jet-black Yang Cuo moon blade suddenly struck, forcing Chen Mu back again!
“I might not be able to break it, but can your mana hold up?” Chen Mu grinned and laughed.
Boom!
The Divine Steps Thousand Miles secret technique exploded into action.
Mana surged in his mind, rampaging through his brow.
Chen Mu instantly transformed into a blue tornado, spinning rapidly around Zhang Jin.
Fists, elbows, legs, knees—every part of his body became a weapon of attack.
With a height of three meters, coupled with the immense strength of a wild beast, he thundered down on the White Bone Sphere.
Zhang Jin finally showed a change in color.
Waves of force passed through the Bone Sphere, reaching straight to his body. Intense pain arose, and the consumption of mana by the Yang Errand Artifact soared rapidly.
“Yang Cuo!”
The Crescent Blade spun, the blade light fierce as if it were a jet-black fishing net, swooping down over Chen Mu’s head.
Pffcht!
A drop of Blood Bead was flung by the Crescent Blade into the air.
But Chen Mu didn’t care.
While dodging the lethal attacks, he tilted all the strength granted by the Five Ghosts Possession Technique unhesitatingly onto the armor of the Bone Sphere.
Crack!
A chilling sound suddenly rang in Zhang Jin’s ears, making his hair stand on end.
Zhang Jin turned his neck, stiff as if rusted.
He saw a crack had appeared on the hollow Bone Sphere.
And a pair of fierce, large copper bell-like eyes were staring at him right through that crack.
Facing Zhang Jin’s panicked gaze, Chen Mu bared his tightly packed, sharp teeth with a smirk.
Ha!
Boom, boom, boom…
Chen Mu’s fists were like cannonballs, each punch carrying a half-spherical wave of fierce wind, relentlessly smashing toward the cracks surrounding the Bone Sphere.
He didn’t even care as the Jet-black Moon Blade broke through his defenses and stabbed into his back.
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Zhang Jin’s mana was nearly depleted, and the Yang Cuo Bone Sphere finally couldn’t withstand the proximity and shattered into a myriad of glowing particles that vanished.
“You can’t kill me!”
“I am from the Lower Courtyard…”
Bang!
Before he could finish speaking, Chen Mu’s indigo fist had already smashed into Zhang Jin’s right cheek.
Immediately afterwards, his fists poured down like rain, buzzing like a bee flapping its wings, hammering at the opponent’s head and face.
For a long while.
The Yin Cuo blade stuck in Chen Mu’s back suddenly shrank to the size of a palm, fell to the ground, and clattered against the broken stones.
Only then did Chen Mu stop and come back to his senses, feeling an unbearable sharp pain all over his body, and even more so a burning sensation on his back.
With a thought, blood on his torn clothes began to coagulate and wounds started to close up.
Chen Mu looked down to find Zhang Jin was already dead beyond dead.
His head had nearly deflated into a piece of skin, resembling a deflated basketball that had been stepped on.
Crack!
A faint sound of a tree branch breaking echoed.
Chen Mu turned his head abruptly.
Underneath the broken half-mask, his indigo face was filled with a ghastly chill.
Shang Huan, who had just snapped the tree branch, stood frozen on the spot, his face tense with fear as he stared at Chen Mu.
“Mr… Mr. Gongsun…”
Chen Mu finally snapped out of it.
He struggled to suppress the destructive desires surging in his mind and released the Five Ghosts Possession.
Black smoke billowed, and his body shrank.
Reaching into the black smoke, he pulled out a new mask to cover his face, ignoring the terrified Shang Huan beside him.
With the Five Ghosts Moving Mountain, he devoured Zhang Jin entirely.
Soon after, black smoke swept all around, gathering up all the blood and torn clothing scattered during the fight.
“Abandon the underground cellar in this dense forest, and never come back here,” Chen Mu said to Shang Huan, his voice hoarse.
“You continue with the delivery. Pretend you never saw anything here.”
After instructing Shang Huan, Chen Mu was engulfed in black smoke and quickly disappeared from sight.
…
For five consecutive days, Chen Mu was honestly clearing land and cutting trees.
Day and night, he released the Five Ghosts Yin Spirits to hide and keep watch in the surroundings.
“Little Mu, do you want to go to the Administrative Affairs Institute to have someone take a look?” Old Hao approached Chen Mu, frowning as he looked at Chen Mu’s swollen face and suggested.
“It’s nothing. Just a few bug bites while sleeping at night, no big deal,” Chen Mu explained, his swollen, slightly shiny face attempting a smile.
He didn’t know what kind of Magic Artifact that black Crescent Blade was.
The cut locations were healing very slowly.
The huge wound on his back, even after using the best golden sore medicine in his possession, wasn’t regenerating flesh quickly.
“Luckily, it seems there’s no poison.”
Despite the swelling, intense pain, and slow recovery, he was, after all, recovering.
“Practicing a few more Shape Cultivation Techniques is somewhat useful,” Chen Mu felt relieved.
After contacting Shang Huan once more to ensure he was fine, Chen Mu finally let out a breath of relief.
“It seems that man was truly acting alone.”
For the short term, it should still be relatively safe.