Chapter 74: Mutation (First Update)

  The stars in the abandoned domain shone exceptionally bright, and the two of them wandered quietly around the dilapidated pavilion.

  However, the faint and intermittent wails sounded exceptionally loud in the dead of night, immediately followed by a strong smell of blood that wafted through the air on the gentle breeze.

  The two men exchanged a glance, their faces slightly moved, and both of them pushed off with one foot and shot towards the camp.

  Ruined attics stand, the creek flows slowly along the depression, and the camp is surrounded by a sea of corpses, headless bodies, armless bodies, blood flowing into small streams gurgling towards the river, dyeing the originally clear river water into a crimson red. Mu Chen stands alone in the center of the camp, holding his sword with one hand, with blood still slowly dripping from the blade!

  Surrounded by countless warriors, an extremely powerful aura emanated from their bodies. Looking back, none of these warriors were below the sixth layer of Initial Martial Arts.

  "Where is your young lady, Mu Chen!" The prominent scar on his face combined with the robust aura on his body made the leading big man look exceptionally formidable.

  A flash of despair crossed her face, and Mu Chen's eyes inadvertently glanced in a certain direction before calmly saying: "Blood Sword Army, huh? Miss, this time you came to the Wasteland with an unusually secretive matter. It seems that someone from the Mu family has already been bought by you. And do you think that even if they're not afraid of death, they would reveal your whereabouts?"

  With a fearless attitude, she gripped the hilt tightly, allowing those sharp fingertips to pierce her palm, but Mu Chen's face remained unchanged.

  Mu Chen's words were low and melancholic, but still drifted out...

  Ye Chen's figure suddenly stopped in his mad dash, his right hand slowly raised to block Mu Ye, saying calmly: "It's Blood Sword!"

  Xue Jian, Mu Ye's eyebrows furrowed tightly, and then again wrapped around Ye Chen's arm, leaping forward. However, Ye Chen's speed was too fast, and he once again blocked Mu Ye's path, ignoring the anxious expression on Mu Ye's face. His dark eyes stared tightly at Mu Ye, saying calmly: "You're already past the age of being willful, can you be a bit more rational?"

  Qianying paused for a moment, and Mu Ye's face changed slightly. In a low voice, she said: "In the face of life, what use is rationality?"

  "There are at least a few Qi fluctuations in front of us that have reached the peak of Initial Martial Arts. Are you going to go and seek death?" Ye Chen said calmly, as true energy slowly emerged from his palm.

  "But Mu Chen is still..." Mu Ye's words were cut off by Ye Chen, who said calmly: "Brother Mu Chen, you won't die!"

  Slowly, he pulled out a silver clown mask from his bosom and put it on his face under Mu Ye's astonished gaze. Ye Chen's eyes slowly fell forward and backward, then grasped the sword with his hand, and immediately his figure suddenly shot out, agilely flying and jumping at the top of the pavilion, while Mu Ye was quietly watching that gradually disappearing figure...

  "This matter can be left to me, you just stay here!" The rolled up autumn wind carried Ye Chen's words and lingered by Mu Ye's ear for a long time...

  The campsite around was still gloomy, autumn wind blowing up pieces of maple leaves, a solemn and murderous atmosphere slowly spreading, dozens of Blood Swordsmen took a few steps forward, the terrifying aura they produced together forced Mu Chen's figure to retreat several steps, his swaying figure like a lonely boat in the vast ocean, unable to withstand a single blow.

  Blood-soaked everywhere, constantly stimulating Mu Chen, biting his teeth tightly, Mu Chen still didn't make a sound.

  With a sword in hand, Mu Chen took a step forward, and immediately the sword shot out like a venomous snake, several explosive sounds echoing through the air. Mu Chen's figure retreated hastily, his vision blurring as his mind reeled in confusion, and a faint silhouette floated vaguely in his mind.

  "Brother Mu Chen, why am I a daughter, and why do I always bring disaster to the Mu family!"

  "Brother Mu Chen, I refuse to accept fate, I really won't!"

  "I'm sorry, I lost control, but I really don't accept this fate!"

  "Brother Mu Chen, do you have any dreams?"

  "My dream, ah, my dream is just to protect the people most important to me, nothing more!"

  The words of the past still linger in Mu Chen's mind, his eyes narrowing slightly.

  Gritting his teeth, he bit down on his lip, relying on the temporary pain to regain some of his senses. His eyes fixed firmly on the numerous Blood Swordsmen, he tightly grasped his long sword and burst out once more, transforming into a whirlwind that danced wildly among the crowd.

  The leader of the Han army gazed coldly at Mu Chen, who was struggling like a trapped beast, and then sneered, swinging his long sword and shouting: "Take him alive!"

  Dozens of burly men, like wolves and tigers, rushed up, surrounding Mu Chen in the center. Their massive swords continuously chopped towards Mu Chen, stirring up a crimson dust that filled the air.

  Miss, my dream is to protect you, nothing more. Mu Chen's speed increased again, his sword flashing wildly as he struck out, the scars on his body multiplying with each blow.

  "Rise!" Dozens of burly men at the sixth level of initial martial arts shouted in unison, raising their massive swords and flying upwards. Their left feet stepped forward, kicking up clouds of dust. The giant swords formed a sword net that descended upon Mu Chen, who was at the center of the crowd. An extremely sharp sword aura formed a whirlwind around Mu Chen, causing the surrounding people to involuntarily retreat several steps, fearing they would be cut by the sword wind!

  Mochen's entire black cloak was instantly torn to shreds, and the tight-fitting warrior suit on his body also instantly turned into strips of cloth. In an instant, he became disheveled and miserable. His long hair was cut in half, his hair fluttering, blood splashing everywhere. The sword in his hand was suddenly shattered by the sword wind into pieces of iron fragments, which pierced Mochen's flesh all over, making him look exceptionally clear!

  Blood spurted out of Mu Chen's body like a tidal wave, dyeing the fallen leaves red and dripping with a rhythmic sound.

  At this time, a big man in the Blood Sword Sect looked up at the sky and laughed loudly: "Youngster, weren't you very arrogant just now? You dared to challenge so many people alone, be more arrogant!"

  The force in his hand involuntarily increased several times, and Mochen's body slightly bent down, but Mochen gritted his teeth to hold on. As the sword wind approached, the pressure suddenly increased several times, and Mochen finally couldn't hold on, his body involuntarily knelt down, and his knees hit the ground with a dull thud. This thud sounded particularly loud at this moment, and the force generated by the impact almost made Mochen faint.

  At this time, the laughter from just now rang out again: "Little boy, quickly tell me where that slut is hiding, otherwise I'll cut you into five pieces!"

  "Is that so?" A cold, sufficient voice slowly came from the broken attic top, echoing throughout the entire camp. Everyone involuntarily looked up and gasped!

  The moon with a silver halo was hanging in the middle of the sky, and under its light, a figure suddenly appeared.

  A silver clown mask, a drop of purple blood tears in the center of the mask, a long sword with a cold glow in hand, and a faint cyan light flickering at the palm.

  The demon under the silver moon, wielding a sharp sword in hand, taking lives at will. The sword flashes, blood splatters!

  "Evil... devil!" The big man's voice was filled with fear, his legs trembling constantly!