Chapter 130: Mu Chuan Dao's True Strength

  The martial arts arena of the Mo clan.

  Thirty young men from various tribes, fully equipped and ready to depart, were led by Mu Chuan Dao, the elder and general manager of the Mu Manor.

  "This time in the Xuanling Temple, it's a perilous and unpredictable journey. Everyone must support each other and watch out for one another. You are all elites of our clan, I don't want any of you to make any mistakes, and at the same time, I hope you can fight for the inheritance of our clan and take the lead in this expedition." Mu Qianlang said loudly, with excitement on his face.

  "Don't worry, elder! We will not disappoint our mission!" The thirty young juniors shouted in unison, their voices echoing through the clouds, even Mu Hanqing, who was usually eccentric and strange, had a solemn expression.

  "Wishing you a triumphant return, let's set off." Mu Qianlang looked at the spirited and energetic young faces, nodded in satisfaction, and said to Mu Chuan.

  "Yes, Chief." Mu Chuan nodded and then waved his hand, saying: "Let's set off."

  The Luoxia mountain range stretches for tens of thousands of miles, with an extremely vast area. Inside, there are countless ferocious beasts, and in the deepest part of the Luoxia mountain range, there even exist fifth-grade terrifying ferocious beasts that are equivalent to human martial artists' divine realm strong practitioners.

  However, the Luoxia mountain range is now bustling with people. Countless sects and individual martial artists are all rushing towards the Xuangling Temple.

  Under the temptation of Xuanyue Temple, the danger of Luoxia Mountain Range is also ignored. If one is lucky enough to obtain the inheritance from Xuanyue Temple, they can rise to prominence and become a legendary figure, at least making a name for themselves in the Great Wu Dynasty.

  Although many of these sects and scattered martial artists couldn't take out 5,000 pellets of Xuanli Dan, they still rushed over to see if there were any opportunities to make a profit.

  The ferocious beasts in the mountains were enraged by this influx of people, and they, who were accustomed to quietness, were disturbed by the noisy sounds, leading to furious killings. The bloody battles between humans and beasts were also staged repeatedly. Dying under the claws and teeth of the beasts had become extremely normal.

  Along the way, Mu Feng also saw countless bloody scenes. However, those demonic beasts seemed to be extremely wary of Mu Chuan Dao, and after seeing the team where Mu Feng was, they basically all kept a safe distance.

  After all, the demon beasts had a certain level of spiritual intelligence, and more or less they could sense the dangerous aura emanating from Mu Chuan's body. A strong cultivator in the Out-of-Body State, whether human or demon beast, would not easily provoke him.

  Of course, there were also some unscrupulous demon beasts that had charged at the team where Mufeng was in. The slightly lower-level demon beasts were directly killed by Mufeng and others, while the higher-level demon beasts were also eliminated with a wave of Mu Chuan's hand.

  Mo Feng had once seen with his own eyes three fourth-stage demonic beasts that were comparable to the early stages of the Out-of-Body state being struck down by Mo Xuan's single palm, turning them into three puddles of minced meat.

  When he first arrived at the Mu Prefecture, Mu Feng did not feel any fluctuations from Mu Chuan's body. This was also because Mu Chuan usually intentionally concealed his own aura and rarely saw him take action. However, in the Luoxia Mountain Range, at least two four-stage demon beasts had died at Mu Chuan's hands, and countless three-stage demon beasts had fallen to him as well.

  A group of people gradually went deeper into the Luoxia mountain range, and this road was still relatively smooth.

  The leading Mu Chuan Dao suddenly stopped in his tracks, a flash of cold light flickering across his eyes.

  A group of people saw Mu Chuan's serious face and felt a wave of tension. Mu Feng, relying on his keen senses, sensed that there was a powerful aura ahead.

  "What's wrong, Mu Changlao?" asked Mu Hanyu from beside him.

  "There is a demonic beast's aura in front of us. Judging from the intensity of the aura, it should be a fifth-stage demonic beast." Mu Chuan said in a deep voice.

  Mo Feng and others all took a breath of cold air after hearing this. A fifth-grade demon beast, they had never encountered one on their journey so far.

  "But don't worry, the aura of this fifth-stage demon beast is not very stable. Either it has just advanced to the fifth stage or it has suffered serious injuries." Mu Chuan Dao also sensed the aura and felt a bit more at ease.

  "Dong Dong"

  At this time, the surrounding woods all shook, and a heavy footsteps rushed towards Mu Feng and others, listening to the sound of extreme speed.

  Before long, a huge figure appeared in front of Mu Feng and others.

  "Silver-striped Ink Bear!" Mu Hanyu exclaimed in surprise.

  The Silver-striped Ink Bear is a ferocious monster, usually with a body of black fur, mixed with some white stripes in the fur, so it's called Silver-striped Ink Bear.

  The silver-striped black bear is enormous and surprisingly agile despite its cumbersome build, making it a truly terrifying creature.

  Everyone looked at the silver-spotted black bear in front of them, seeing that it was over two zhang tall, like a small mountain to everyone. A very dangerous aura emanated from its body.

  A fifth-grade demon beast, for people like Mu Feng and Mu Han Yu, it is an absolutely terrifying existence. Therefore, facing the Silver Spot Ink Bear, many people's faces turned pale, their eyes all fell on Mu Chuan Dao.

  Mo Chuan Dao's originally somewhat stern face relaxed a bit, he also saw that this silver-striped ink bear should have been driven to this point by someone.

  Yinban Mo Xiong saw Mu Feng and others, his eyes also became somewhat bloodshot, his body suddenly charged forward, and his huge bear palm also slapped down towards Mu Han Yu.

  That palm was extremely powerful, even a strong practitioner in the state of ecstasy would likely be smashed into minced meat under that palm.

  "Get out of here!" Mu Chuan Dao suddenly shouted, his palm instantly gathering the mysterious power, then changing from a palm to a fist, and punching out.

  A massive dark energy fist shadow fiercely slammed onto the gigantic body of the Silver Stripe Ink Bear, sending it flying out for hundreds of meters like a small mountain, knocking down a large area of trees behind it.

  A fifth-grade demon beast was actually punched by Mochuan Dao and blown out a hundred feet away.

  Because it's rare to see Mu Chuan make a move, many young people aren't very clear about his actual strength. Along the way, there are only some third and fourth rank demon beasts, which can't reflect his true strength at all.

  Watching Mu Chuan Dao punch and send the Silver Speckled Ink Bear flying, everyone looked at this elder who usually smiled and had no idea that his strength was so powerful.

  Mo Chuan Dao also saw the surprise of the crowd, but he knew that from the breath emitted by the Silver Stripe Ink Bear, it was not only just promoted to the fifth stage, but also suffered a serious injury, otherwise it would not be so easy to knock this Silver Stripe Ink Bear flying.

  The powerful physique of the silver-striped ink bear was not to be underestimated, and after being hit by Mu Chuan's strong blow, he stood up as if nothing had happened, letting out a loud roar from his mouth.

  Mo Chuan's face turned serious again, and Mo Feng's heart also skipped a beat, secretly thinking that something was wrong.

  In his past life, he also knew that an injured bear was even more terrifying. The ferocious power it possessed was several times stronger than its usual state.

  In front of us, this silver-striped ink bear is not only injured but also a desperate and cornered beast. Its last-ditch struggle in such a situation is even more terrifying.

  "Fall back, all of you!" Mu Chuan shouted at the crowd.

  Mo Feng and others also quickly retreated hundreds of feet back. They too knew that staying behind would not only be of no help, but would instead drag them down.

  The silver-striped black bear's eyes turned scarlet, its originally smooth and shiny fur became extremely hard, and its body also swelled in this furious state, which was a sign of the silver-striped black bear going berserk.

  The loud roar, even if it was hundreds of feet away, still shook Mu Feng and others to the point where their blood and energy were churning. Some with slightly lower cultivation levels even spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.