DING!!
The moment everyone closed in on Mu Chen, a crisp, bell-like chime radiated from his body. The leaf-shaped crystal between his eyebrows, which had never lit up before, suddenly erupted with a dazzling light that shot out from the center of his forehead, spreading a powerful Life Aura.
Comfort was the first sensation everyone felt. Yet, whether it was an illusion or not, this comfortable Life Aura was laced with a terrifying sense of danger.
However, just as the hundred or so people stood reeling in shock, a heaven-shaking phenomenon occurred, turning the shock on their faces to utter bewilderment!
Reflected in their eyes, all the destroyed trees within a radius of thousands of meters were growing wildly at an astonishing speed. In the span of just five breaths, the trees had already grown tall enough to completely blot out the azure sky. Not only that, but looking into the distance, one could see they now towered far above the other trees in the Mist Forest!
"What pure Wood Attribute!"
This was Wu Yue’s first thought. But judging by the earlier eruption of Primordial Power, Mu Chen’s Attribute was supposed to be Ice. And yet, mixed in with the Ice Attribute was a strange, scorching property, which he guessed came from the black Demonic Flame on Mu Chen’s right arm. These two points made it clear that Mu Chen’s Martial Artist Attribute couldn’t possibly be Wood. So how could this be happening?
There was no explanation. Action was the only explanation!
A green light flashed in Mu Chen’s eyes, and the towering trees within a thousand-meter radius suddenly acted as if they had received a command. Countless thick vines extended from them, slithering out like massive emerald serpents.
With a single thought, Mu Chen swung his right arm. In the blink of an eye, countless thick vines sprouted sharp thorns and shot toward the group of Emperors standing in the forest.
The Emperors, however, were completely oblivious. They were still captivated by Mu Chen’s fantastical Extreme Wood Attribute, unable to tear their gazes away. By the time they sensed the killing intent rushing at them from all directions, they were already tightly bound by countless vines, rendered immobile.
"Now!"
Mu Chen let out a great shout. He flung his hands out to his sides, spread his fingers, and then clenched them into fists. A scraping sound, SCRAPE, echoed from the distant ground. Immediately after, a dense black light shot into the sky, instantly splitting into two streaks that flew into Mu Chen’s hands.
SHING!
A crisp, metallic clang rang in everyone’s ears.
"Dual Blade Mode!"
RIIIP!
Like a flash of lightning, Mu Chen’s figure shot forward like a jungle hunter, appearing amidst six or seven Martial Emperors in a single step. The Xuan Dao bloomed, and in an instant, a dozen men were sent flying by the Profound Jade Fan striking at a terrifying speed.
To onlookers, it looked like a single strike from his fan, but only Mu Chen and those he sent flying knew the truth: that one attack contained countless overlapping slashes. As a result, for every Martial Emperor who was blasted away, the Elemental Armor that had just been protecting them shattered in mid-air. The Primordial Power radiating from their bodies collapsed instantly, and they were knocked unconscious.
Only then did the trapped Emperors snap back to their senses, erupting with their Primordial Power to shatter the vines that bound them. However, how could Mu Chen have failed to anticipate this?
’Emperors were Emperors, after all. The vines were never going to hold them for long. But not being able to trap them was one thing; slowing them down was another. As long as they can’t focus on using their techniques, I can rely on my speed and attacks to crush them completely!’