Chapter 038: Death to Those Who Stand in My Way

Seeing her brother turn a dangerous situation into safety and even inexplicably seize the upper hand, Mu Tianxue finally felt her anxious heart settle back into her chest. She let out a long sigh of relief. Only then did she realize that her hands were tightly gripping Little White’s ears, and in her anxiety, she had accidentally pulled out quite a bit of fur, leaving the little creature enduring it with a pitiful look.

“Ahem…” Mu Tianxue hurriedly let go, gently stroking Little White’s ears and puckering her lips to blow on them in apology. “I’m sorry, little one. Did that hurt? Let me make it better.”

Little White felt like crying inwardly and wanted nothing more than to roar at Mu Tianxue. Make it better? I’d rather give you a good slap! You pulled so hard—did you think it didn’t hurt? If you weren’t the master’s sister, I’d have fought back long ago.

Nevertheless, Little White could only nuzzle Mu Tianxue’s hand obediently to show goodwill. After all, he remembered his parents’ warning: human women were also called “the fiercest tigresses” and must not be provoked, or terrible things would happen. This lesson, Little White dared not forget.

At the side, Mu Tianxiang, seeing that Mu Tianxue had calmed down, also released her grip, turning her gaze back to the field with a furrowed brow, her face filled with confusion. It wasn’t just Mu Tianxiang—everyone was puzzled by the sudden and dramatic reversal. Clearly, Mu Tianfeng had the upper hand, suppressing Mu Tianhen for nearly two hours. Why, all of a sudden, did Mu Tianfeng leap away in terror, his face pale? Meanwhile, Mu Tianhen appeared unscathed, exuding an overwhelming presence as he bore down on Mu Tianfeng. What on earth had happened in that moment?

On the field, as Mu Tianhen advanced step by step, the oppressive force pressing in, Mu Tianfeng couldn’t help but feel fear rise within him. Even if he was unwilling to believe it, the truth was undeniable. This man he’d so often scorned as useless now possessed a terrifying level of power. Most astonishing of all was his resilience—his ability to take a beating far exceeded imagination.

Those relentless attacks just now, enough to lay low even a third-tier Skygazer, would have left any ordinary opponent gravely wounded and unable to rise. Yet Mu Tianhen only became stronger as the battle raged on. He was a monster!

At that thought, Mu Tianfeng recalled the dark mists that had swirled around Mu Tianhen’s fists at the start of the fight and became even more convinced that Mu Tianhen had fallen to demonic cultivation.

He sucked in a sharp breath, terror spreading further through his heart. He had heard the rumors: once a human cultivator succumbed to demonic arts, they ceased to be human. Both attack and defense would be enhanced to unimaginable levels. Worse, they’d lose all sensation—no pain, no awareness—making them impossible to bring down unless killed in a single blow.

But Mu Tianfeng knew he did not possess the strength to kill Mu Tianhen outright in one move.

Still, fear did not rob Mu Tianfeng of his wits. His eyes flickered rapidly as he searched for a solution, and soon, a plan took shape. He acted at once.

“Everyone, attack together! He’s no longer human—he’s fallen to demonic arts! If we don’t kill him today, he’ll bring disaster to Shunan City, a threat to us all!”

“He feels no pain, has no mind left—he must be destroyed at once! If you value your lives, help me!”

At Mu Tianfeng’s rallying cry, many present came to the same conclusion: Mu Tianhen had indeed embraced a terrifying, despised form of dark cultivation. Like Mu Tianfeng, they wished to eliminate him then and there, to forever remove the threat and ensure peace in Shunan City.

But no one moved. No one was a fool willing to charge ahead to die in vain. Each hoped someone else would go first and take the brunt, so they could swoop in afterward and claim the glory of slaying a demon.

So, no one dared step forward; all eyes remained fixed on Mu Tianhen. Even the Yang family from Baling City made no move.

Seeing this, Mu Tianfeng was nearly enraged to the point of coughing blood, marking each of them for future retribution. Did they really think, by standing aside, they’d escape unscathed? Utterly laughable! Hopelessly foolish!

Whoosh!

Mu Tianfeng darted toward the nearest cluster of Yang family members. Without even caring who it was, he seized someone and hurled them toward Mu Tianhen.

“Ah—!”

“No—!”

The person thrown screamed in terror, their helpless despair unmistakable. Among them was Yang Jun’s foolish son, Yang Shen.

“Don’t hurt my son!”

Seeing his son flung toward danger, Yang Jun cried out and rushed forward, iron whip in hand, charging at the advancing Mu Tianhen. Saving his son was all that mattered now, fool or not.

“Out of my way!” Mu Tianhen barked, lashing out with his fist squarely at the incoming iron whip.

Clang!

Crack!

Two sharp sounds rang out almost together. Yang Jun was flung backward, crashing to the ground more than three meters away, blood at the corner of his mouth, face ashen, breathing ragged, unable for the moment to rise.

In his hand remained only half his iron whip—the rest had been shattered and sent flying elsewhere. In other words, Mu Tianhen’s punch had broken the iron whip in two. What did that mean? That Mu Tianhen’s fist was harder than steel!

But Yang Jun’s concern was not for his weapon, but for his foolish son. If struck by Mu Tianhen, the boy would be gravely injured, if not dead.

Alas, his worry was for nothing. Mu Tianhen’s fists had already shot out left and right, striking Yang Shen and another Yang clansman.

“No—!”

Yang Jun cried out in anguish and, finding some hidden strength, leapt up and lunged forward. But he was too late.

Bang! Bang!

Two heavy thuds sounded almost at once. Yang Shen and the other Yang clansman were struck full force, sent flying backward.

“Pfft!”

“Pfft!”

In midair, blood spurted from their mouths; they crashed to the ground, unmoving—dead on the spot.

“Shen’er!”

Yang Jun screamed, veering sharply and rushing to his son’s side.

“Shen’er! Wake up! Wake up, Shen’er…”

He shouted in grief, shaking Yang Shen’s body with all his might. But no matter how he called, Yang Shen would never open his eyes again.

That punch from Mu Tianhen, though not his full strength, was more than enough to kill any martial cultivator below the Blood Ignition realm.

Swish!

Yang Jun turned abruptly, bloodshot eyes glaring at Mu Tianhen, murderous intent billowing from within as he shouted through gritted teeth, “Mu Tianhen! Why did you kill my son—why!”

Mu Tianhen did not pause, continuing his advance on Mu Tianfeng as he replied coolly, “Those who stand in my way do not deserve to live. Besides, your Yang family is guilty as well.”

“You…” Yang Jun ground his teeth. “Mu Tianhen! The Yang family will not forget this! Within three months, we will bathe the Mu clan in blood!”

With that, Yang Jun gathered his son’s corpse and, along with his clansmen, withdrew from the scene, no longer caring about Mu Tianfeng and his mother.

Seeing the Yang family depart, Mu Tianfeng grew even more fearful. Mu Tianhen’s punch that broke Yang Jun’s iron whip had stripped him of any will to resist.

He began to retreat, reaching out to grab others as human shields to throw at Mu Tianhen in hopes of buying time to escape. As for Yang Cui, Mu Tianfeng did not care if she lived or died. Only his own cultivation and future mattered.

But the others had already seen through Mu Tianfeng’s intentions and had fled far away, leaving him no one to seize.

At that moment, as Mu Tianhen strode forward, his icy words rang out across the field, chilling all who heard them.

“Mu Tianfeng, do you really think you can escape?”

PS: Many thanks to “Little Radish 005” for the reward of 1,000 coins. Thank you, my dear heroine!