But... what Mu Chen took startled the short, stout man. His eyes immediately turned bloodshot, and he erupted, lunging at Mu Chen like a frenzied leopard.
Never mind that the short, stout man had lost an arm, costing him at least thirty percent of his combat strength. Even at his peak, Mu Chen wouldn’t have given him a second glance.
Seeing the short, stout man lunge at him, Mu Chen was momentarily taken aback before shaking his head in resignation. His figure flickered and vanished, reappearing an instant later beside Mu Bingling and Ye Shuangshuang.
PFFT...
The short, stout man’s lunge met nothing but air. The sudden exertion sent a fresh wave of throbbing pain through the stump of his arm, which had only just begun to ease. Droplets of blood trickled from the wound, a stark contrast to his pale face.
"Damn it! Give me back the Storage Ring!!"
The Storage Ring he mentioned was, of course, the one Mu Chen had taken from the Thunder Demon. Others might not have known what was hidden inside, but as the Thunder Demon’s younger brother, he knew perfectly well. In fact, half of the Thunder Demon’s current Martial Power Cultivation was owed to the object within that ring. Though it was never said aloud, as a fellow Thunder Attribute Martial Artist, he had been coveting that item for years!
If the short, stout man hadn’t spoken up, Mu Chen might not have given a second thought to whether the ring held some priceless treasure. But seeing his reaction now, Mu Chen had no choice but to re-evaluate it.
But just as Mu Chen was about to use his Spiritual Power to break the seal on the ring, an endless rustling suddenly arose from the surrounding forest. Not only that, but countless figures had also appeared in the sky at some point. Although these figures were strangers, their attire was perfectly uniform.
They were all wearing the attire of Holy Tomb Mountain!
With a slight frown, Mu Chen flicked his wrist and stored the ring in his own Storage Ring. Then, with a single thought, he sent his vast Spiritual Power sweeping outward. After being refined by the extreme compression of the God-Smashing Technique and having broken through his Mental Shackles, Mu Chen’s Spiritual Power was now undeniably formidable.
In a single instant, every flower and blade of grass within a radius of tens of thousands of meters was mapped in his mind. Along with this, came all the information he sought...
’One hundred thirty-seven people. All of them are below the level of a Third-Ring Martial Emperor. It seems that among the group Holy Tomb Mountain sent this time, only those two Thunder Attribute Martial Artists had the highest Cultivation. In that case, this saves me some trouble. Finishing this all at once might be for the best. But their intentions are still unclear, so I’d better not act rashly.’
Muttering to himself, a charming smile suddenly formed on Mu Chen’s lips. In the instant he released his Spiritual Power, he thought he had faintly sensed a few familiar auras. He glanced toward the distant sky where the clouds were parting, took a deep breath, and stood beside Mu Bingling and Ye Shuangshuang. His Ice Extreme Demon Pupils stared indifferently at the crowd.
Meanwhile, the newly arrived members of the Outer Mountain were staring in stunned silence. Their gazes were fixed on the Thunder Demon—who lay dead or alive in the giant crater—and on the short, stout man’s severed right arm. They were utterly horrified!
Others might not have known what kind of standing these two held among the Basic Level members of Holy Tomb Mountain’s Outer Mountain, but they knew perfectly well. Even if the pair couldn’t claim the top spot, they were still figures that no one dared to provoke.
But what were they seeing now? These two men, whom even they wouldn’t dare to cross, were now in such a state—one of unknown status, and the other crippled for life! And the one responsible... was him...
At this thought, all the Outer Mountain members turned their gazes to Mu Chen, their eyes filled with profound dread...