Chapter Ninety-Five: Bone Scales
“Pursue them?”
Mu Xie asked cautiously, noticing the very troubled expression on Mu Xiaolong’s face.
“Yes. Mu Zu issued orders that Asan must not leave on his own. The person from just now must be a Spirit-building stage cultivator; otherwise, they might have attacked us,” Mu Xiaolong said heavily.
After a short while of pursuit, the two noticed Li Mu sitting cross-legged on a nearby hill. Li Mu appeared very relaxed, his gaze fixed on them without any hint of panic.
Suddenly, a swirling dust formation rapidly enveloped him.
Mu Xiaolong immediately recognized Li Mu as the one who had just saved Asan, his perception quick and certain—there was no mistake.
“Where are you cultivators from, to care about the Ancestor of the Wolf Plain?” Li Mu sat silently, looking ahead with an indifferent expression.
Even though Li Mu was only a mid-level Spirit-building stage cultivator, Mu Xiaolong still felt great fear toward him. His shadowless escape technique had unsettled him deeply.
“Mu Xie, test his strength,” Mu Xiaolong muttered.
Mu Xie was reluctant, but Mu Xiaolong insisted. He unleashed the Buddha Dust and expanded his defensive circle, then formed a shield in front as he slowly approached Li Mu.
Li Mu remained motionless, only a pure white sword floating effortlessly in the air.
Mu Xie was visibly panicked. Within the Wolf Plain, he had destroyed many, but this was his first real fight against a cultivator.
He held his shield firmly, the defense impenetrable, while the Buddha Dust transformed into countless threads aimed fiercely at the flying sword.
“Look at that, this one has some skill,” Mu Xiaolong observed Mu Xie with a hint of surprise.
Despite the fierce assault, the flying sword’s momentum was unbroken, twisting and turning like a worm, easily piercing through the defenses with an unimaginable agility.
Smack!
Blood splattered, and before Mu Xie could even shout, he collapsed with wide eyes, instantly killed.
A swift kill!
Li Mu’s spirit was elevated; against cultivators like Mu Xie, he didn’t waste any spells or power. Although they were of the same level, their strength was worlds apart.
He remained seated calmly, his indifferent gaze fixed on Mu Xiaolong, whom he considered his only worthy opponent.
Mu Xiaolong’s face darkened as the dust formation around him contracted, fearing Li Mu’s next move.
“Who exactly are you?” he demanded.
Li Mu barely moved, only pointing his finger.
Shura Spike!
The blood-stained flying sword spun in the air, cutting through the wind as it struck toward Mu Xiaolong.
Mu Xiaolong was not careless. His fingers manipulated the dust swiftly, causing it to rise and delay the flying sword’s advance.
The dust swirled around the sword, momentarily dispersing it, but the dust seemed endless, falling to the ground only to rise again and continue the assault.
Tightening, encircling.
The battle of treasures was a contest of genuine power.
After a tense standoff—
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