“Graaaooo!”
A furious, violent roar carrying powerful spiritual energy erupted as the blood-red eyed Silver Horned Dragon Leopard charged furiously at Xue Tu. Growls filled with hatred and killing intent, coupled with the thunderous thud of its body hitting the ground, created a terrifying momentum.
On that human's body, it smelled a very strong scent of blood. Could it be that this hateful human had also harmed its cub?
Although high-level spirit beasts possessed far greater intelligence than low-level spirit beasts, they were still a long way from matching human wisdom. Rage and hatred were its instincts towards anyone tainted with the blood of its child. Be they human or spirit beast, they all deserved to be torn to shreds.
“Damn it!”
Xue Tu suddenly became the Silver Horned Dragon Leopard's prey. The hair on his body stood on end as he glared venomously at Mu Chen. He had never imagined that a mere late-stage Spirit Movement Realm brat, whom he could easily kill, would be so cunning.
He was lustful by nature. In his current extremely dangerous and difficult pursuit situation, his heart was filled with frustration, wanting to vent. As soon as he saw a beautiful girl, as lovely as a flower, it made him itch with desire, and he intended to capture her and slaughter her. But he never could have imagined that a single moment of lust would lead to such terrifying trouble.
“I won't let you off!”
Xue Tu roared furiously, the powerful spiritual energy within his body erupted, and his foot stomped hard on the ground… He turned and fled like lightning, his figure darting through the forest, clearly seeking an escape route.
“Graaaooo!”
Unfortunately, the Silver Horned Dragon Leopard had no intention of letting him go. Its massive, powerful body lowered to the ground, then launched forward in long strides, transforming into a streak of silver light.
The Silver Horned Dragon Leopard, being a Divine Soul Realm expert, naturally far surpassed Xue Tu's speed, who had already expended considerable effort chasing Mu Chen for a long distance. In just a short time, it appeared behind the bandit. The intense spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from it exerted pressure that made the fleeing Xue Tu's face change even more.
“Spirit Leopard Strike!”
Xue Tu was no ordinary character. His body spun powerfully in mid-air, and he roared. Spiritual energy surged out, forming the shape of a Spirit Leopard around his body. It looked as if man and leopard had merged, and he charged forward, wildly punching at the Silver Horned Dragon Leopard.
The Spirit Leopard enveloping Xue Tu's body fiercely collided with the lightning-fast silver streak. A deep “boom” echoed, and the aftershocks spread outwards. Large trees toppled one after another, snapping and breaking completely with “crack, crack” sounds.
“Boom!”
The spiritual energy impact exploded. Xue Tu's figure was miserably sent flying backward, groaning in pain, and slammed hard into the forest ground. His right arm was a mangled mess of flesh and blood, a dark red hole appeared in his palm, and fresh blood gushed out.
Mu Chen, watching from afar, also frowned. Yesterday, the Fire Spirit Ape King was killed by a single strike from the Silver Horned Dragon Leopard, but this Xue Tu only had one arm crippled; this bandit was indeed formidable.
“Thud!”
The Silver-Horned Dragon Leopard landed on all four paws. Its fierce beast eyes glared at Xuetu as if at an enemy. Without hesitation, it swiftly lunged again, a flashing silver light imbued with the aura of death.
Xuetu was terrified and quickly rolled several times. He desperately avoided the Silver-Horned Dragon Leopard's second attack, but he was still struck by its tail, which was like an iron whip.
“Argh!”
The Silver-Horned Dragon Leopard’s tail slammed into his chest, making him cry out in pain and spit out a mouthful of blood. His fierce eyes had grown considerably dim. Taking two hits from the Silver-Horned Dragon Leopard had left him severely wounded. These injuries were even more terrifying than those he sustained a few days ago when Liu Ming and his group attacked and hunted him.
“If this continues, sooner or later I’ll die in the maw of this Silver-Horned Dragon Leopard…”
Xuetu bit his lip lightly, his eyes filled with venom as he looked in the direction Mu Chen had been, then suddenly froze. That brat, who had clearly been lying there paralyzed by his injuries, had taken advantage of his distraction to escape.
“You little bastard! Just wait until I catch you, I’ll make sure you wish you were dead!”
Xuetu was so enraged his face turned green, and he continuously cursed and roared.
However, because he was distracted, the Silver-Horned Dragon Leopard flashed past like lightning, its sharp claws leaving a deep gash on his body, a pain that pierced Xuetu to his very core.
“You damned beast!”
Xuetu cursed, his face suddenly glowing with an unusual red light, his eyes fierce. He shot away, fleeing, his hands forming seals to urge his spiritual energy, and rumbling sounds like a thunderstorm emanated from him.
“Boom!”
A clap of thunder rang out. Xuetu spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his sluggish aura suddenly stabilized and surged, and his speed abruptly increased. He transformed into a blurry shadow, fleeing desperately in one direction.
“Roar!”
Seeing its prey suddenly vanish, the Silver-Horned Dragon Leopard roared, then quickly lunged forward, determined to chase and kill without mercy.
Man and beast tore through the forest one after another. Xuetu saw that the Silver-Horned Dragon Leopard was relentlessly pursuing him, and he secretly cursed his misfortune. This spiritual energy activation technique originally caused great damage to the body, and its after-effects were not minor. But in a life-or-death situation, preserving his life was paramount. What was there to calculate about the future? He had no other choice. If that Silver-Horned Dragon Leopard caught up to him, leaving his corpse in this forest today was a certainty!
The chase dragged on. He had already spat out blood five times, his face was ashen white, and the feeling of weakness made him dizzy.
After running for another ten minutes or so, the Silver-Horned Dragon Leopard behind him began to slow down, finally stopping. It stood at a distance, roaring furiously, then turned and headed back into the deep forest.
The Silver-Horned Dragon Leopard had finally given up, but Xuetu didn’t dare stop immediately, continuing to run without pause. After another few minutes, he stumbled and collapsed into a patch of grass.
Lying sprawled on the lush green grass, Xue Tu was utterly limp, his limbs too weary to move. His spiritual energy was almost completely depleted, his mouth hung open as he gasped for breath, and his heart pounded wildly. After a moment, he sat up to check his injuries, and involuntarily let out a soundless sob. Who would have thought that merely chasing a brat from the Spiritual Movement Stage would lead to such a miserable outcome?
Even powerful cultivators like Liu Ming and his group, when they besieged him, hadn’t managed to reduce him to such a wretched state!
“You little bastard, I swear I’ll flay you alive!”
“Whoosh!”
The moment the words left his mouth, the hair on his body stood on end. Years of living on the edge of life and death allowed him to quickly sense danger.
“Swish!”
A cold flash shot out from the trees, grazing his head and leaving a rather deep cut on Xue Tu’s face.
Suddenly attacked, Xue Tu’s expression changed drastically, and he roared:
“Who’s there?!”
“You really wanted to meet me, didn’t you?”
A clear laugh rang out, then a figure slowly and leisurely approached. Tall and slender, with a handsome face bearing a radiant smile, it was Mu Chen.
Xue Tu saw the person and roared furiously, his voice piercing.
Mu Chen stared intently at him, spiritual energy erupting from his body. His smile vanished, replaced by an icy killing intent.
“What do you want, kid? Even if my current state isn’t good, if I fight back with my life on the line, you won’t make it out alive!”
Xue Tu saw Mu Chen’s demeanor and shouted anxiously.
“You and I mind our own business, let’s call today’s matter quits, how about it?”
Mu Chen suddenly stopped, frowning:
“You really won’t come looking for trouble with me?”
Xue Tu hastily replied:
“I can barely protect myself right now. I swear, you’ll return to the Northern Spiritual Academy later, what way would I have to bother you?”
“What you say is true….”
Mu Chen showed hesitation, nodding slightly.
Upon hearing this, Xue Tu felt joy bubbling up inside him, but before the happiness could reach his face, he saw a mocking smile appear at the corner of Mu Chen’s mouth.
“However, I still want to butcher you.”
“Whoosh!”
Mu Chen suddenly lunged forward, his spiritual energy fluctuating rapidly. Dark spiritual energy emanated from his fists, vaguely forming two dark seals.
“You little bastard, you want to die!”
Xue Tu frantically urged the remaining spiritual energy within him, throwing two direct punches to attack Mu Chen.
“Samsara Death Seal!”
Clenching both fists, Mu Chen roared. The two powerful dark seals erupted with intense destructive power, filled with an overbearing and violent fluctuation.
“Boom!”
The four fists fiercely collided, shattering the grass beneath their feet. The impact of spiritual energy dispersed, sending both figures flying backward, each spitting out a mouthful of blood.
The moment Mu Chen touched the ground, he rolled once, then stomped his foot and continued to charge forward. His hand opened and closed, and a powerful suction force erupted, drawing the dagger that had ambushed the other person back into his hand.
Xue Tu’s body, in contrast, was incredibly sluggish, still scrambling on the ground. Mu Chen approached in the blink of an eye. Xue Tu only managed to see a shimmering black light flash across his eyes.
Fresh blood splattered.
Xue Tu let out a mournful, desperate roar, his two hands flailing wildly, intending to fight back against Mu Chen with his life.
But Mu Chen dodged, then swayed behind Xue Tu. The dagger in his hand, like a venomous little snake, fiercely plunged into Xue Tu’s back, right where his heart was, burying itself to the hilt.
Fresh blood flowed along the sharp dagger blade. Xue Tu’s wildly flailing hands suddenly dropped. His pale face, devoid of eyes, now only had two dark red blood holes, yet an expression of unwillingness was still visible.
A mighty late-stage Spiritual Wheel Realm expert, yet his life ended at the hands of a mere Spiritual Movement Realm youth.
As Xue Tu drew his last breath and fell to the ground, Mu Chen’s legs also turned to jelly. He collapsed onto the ground, a sweet sensation rising in his throat, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.
Mu Chen rested on the spot for a while, then gritted his teeth and crawled towards Xue Tu’s corpse, his hands fumbling over the bandit’s body. Having almost lost his life, he couldn’t accept leaving empty-handed; he had to find something as spoils of war. He just didn’t know if the bandit had hidden on him the things stolen from the people of the Liu Territory…