Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique

"Xuan Dao..."

With a soft whisper, Mu Chen’s figure suddenly vanished. Leaving behind only a flash of silver lightning, not even the slightest spatial fluctuation appeared.

THUD... THUD...

In an instant, several more people lost consciousness. Immediately after, they were struck by the trunks of the towering ancient trees and sent flying, soaring high into the air and far away from the forest.

At this moment, the towering trees and Mu Chen fought like perfectly coordinated teammates. Every one of his attacks was accompanied by a flurry of pursuing vines and obstructive branches. This made it impossible for his opponents to dodge, even when they could clearly see him coming right for them. Every time they tried to evade, a branch would shoot out from an unexpected direction and knock them directly into the path of his attack.

Unable to dodge, they had no choice but to meet him head-on. Yet, every time they steadied their stance to unleash their power, dark green, snake-like vines would slither to their feet and yank them down. The offensive pressure they had painstakingly built would instantly collapse, and what awaited them next was Mu Chen’s barrage of powerful strikes, as relentless as a violent storm.

"Quick, destroy these trees!"

Wu Yue, still watching from a distance, dared not approach. As he looked at the thick vines and branches, a wave of powerlessness washed over him. He knew that if they didn’t destroy these towering trees, absolute defeat awaited them.

"Right! Destroy the trees!"

In an instant, the Emperors all shifted their focus, unleashing their most powerful Combat Skills on the surrounding forest. Just as Wu Yue had predicted, while the entangling strikes of the trees were incredibly troublesome, their Defense Power was almost negligible. Facing the full might of the Martial Emperors’ bombardment, the trees were felled like deadwood. In the blink of an eye, the thousand-meter-wide forest was completely leveled, leaving nothing but wood splinters and withered vine fragments. Mu Chen’s figure was now clearly exposed in the center of the clearing.

"Haha, those annoying things are finally gone! Whatever you were relying on, it ends here!"

"Exactly! Let’s see you act so cocky now, you little brat!"

"You really thought some special little trick would let you perform a miracle? Now, I’ll teach you just how vast the chasm is between a Martial Emperor and a Martial Sect!"

"The wrath of an Emperor is more than you can handle!"

Roars and jeers erupted one after another. Clearly, the earlier suppression and sense of powerlessness had left all the Emperors present simmering with rage. Now, when they looked at Mu Chen, they no longer saw a priceless treasure but prey to be hunted down at their leisure.

They wouldn’t just take his Secret Technique; they would tear him limb from limb!

And yet, Mu Chen simply faced the remaining Martial Emperors—now a third fewer in number—with a faint smile on his lips. When Wu Yue and the others saw that smile, their rage instantly boiled over. One, completely losing his composure, gathered a powerful Combat Skill and shot forward, vowing to blast Mu Chen to dust.

"Die!!"

The Martial Emperor who had lost control roared. His Combat Skill was just about to strike Mu Chen when, at that very moment, a thick tree trunk came whistling toward his face, sending him flying. A deep, bloody gash instantly appeared on his cheek. After he steadied himself, he subconsciously touched his face. His eyes showed not only a hint of pain, but also a baffling confusion.