Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique

"Brother Mu Chen! Now! Go, quickly!" With that, Primordial Power erupted from Xu Fei’s entire body. A terrifying Emperor’s pressure descended from the heavens, and two dazzling purple Martial Rings emerged from beneath his feet. In an instant, he dashed in front of War Wolf, swinging his Wide Blade Giant Sword down at his head.

"Rock Shattering Slash!"

With a great roar, Xu Fei swung his giant sword, which was now infused with terrifying power. He leaped high into the air and viciously smashed it into the ground in front of War Wolf. Following a deafening RUMBLE, countless cracks appeared on the ground, instantly spreading out like a spiderweb across a hundred-meter radius.

RUMBLE, RUMBLE, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK...

The ground caved in as dust filled the air. For a moment, everyone in the War Wolf Mercenary Corps was thrown into a panic by the sudden attack. Even the Martial Artists at the Martial Spirit Realm and above forgot to immediately take flight.

"Bengyan Sprint!"

With another great roar, Xu Fei plunged the Sword Blade he had just smashed down deep into the earth. Earthy-yellow Primordial Power swirled around his arm, circled twice, then shot down the blade as a conduit, piercing the surface and entering the ground below. The hundred-meter area he had shattered began to collapse even more violently, and a fiery red light flickered from within the countless fissures. It was now exceptionally difficult for anyone to escape by Walking on Air.

Feeling the searing aura gushing from beneath the ground, War Wolf cried out in horror, "Senior! Make your move! Don’t forget you promised to repay me!"

"Hmph!" A cold snort came from the crowd. Xu Fei looked up and saw it was none other than the old man who had caught his attention earlier. The old man was also standing within the range of the Bengyan Sprint, but the ground in a three-meter radius around his feet was completely undamaged. Xu Fei’s expression grew solemn again. ’This old man is no simple character!’

"I’ll say this one more time, War Wolf. You did indeed save me, but I don’t like being ordered around. This is the only time; it won’t happen again!" After speaking, the old man extended his withered hands. As Primordial Power surged forth, two balls of purple energy enveloped them.

"Hah!"

With a low shout, the old man abruptly pressed his hands downward. A vast wave of Primordial Power spread out from them, colliding with the earthy-yellow Primordial Power surging up from the ground.

BOOM!!

As the two forces clashed, the old man roared, "Get out of here, now! Are you just going to stand there and wait to die?!"

War Wolf was stunned for a moment before snapping to his senses. He hurriedly shouted, "Everyone, get out of this hundred-meter radius! Damn it, it’s only been ten years! How did Xu Fei advance to the Emperor Realm?!" As he spoke, War Wolf unfurled a pair of blue Elemental Wings and shot away with a SWOOSH, leaving the old man alone to clash with Xu Fei’s Primordial Power within the hundred-meter area.

Mu Chen was still standing beside Xu Fei. The strength Xu Fei had just demonstrated left him deeply shocked. Battles between Emperors were a contest of Primordial Power purity. The old man across from them was a Third-Ring Martial Emperor, but he possessed an ordinary Attribute, whereas Xu Fei was an Earth Attribute Martial Artist. If one had to compare, the purity of their Primordial Power was likely very similar. In this situation, both combatants had to remain extremely focused. Otherwise, a single mistake from either side would mean defeat in this balanced confrontation.

"Haha! Everyone, attack! That brat Xu Fei can’t move now!" Seeing the situation clearly, War Wolf laughed maniacally as he dove down from the sky, arriving beside Xu Fei in the blink of an eye. "Heh heh! Xu Fei, who would’ve thought you’d see the day you’re just a fish on the chopping block? Killing a Martial Emperor Strong Person... not many people get to experience that! Now, die!"

With a savage grin, War Wolf raised his Battle Saber and, before Xu Fei’s astonished eyes, swung it viciously toward his neck...

"Hey, hey... have you forgotten someone else is here? Blast Fist."

Following the soft shout, War Wolf saw a massive green vortex suddenly appear before him. A terrifying, searing aura erupted from it, viciously slamming into his descending Battle Saber!

CLANG!!!

With a tremendous clang, War Wolf felt his hands go numb. As if struck by a meteorite, he was sent flying backward at a speed the naked eye could barely follow. A half-meter-wide Zhi Yan vortex clung to the blade of his Battle Saber, continuously emitting waves of scorching Primordial Power.

"Damn it!" War Wolf roared, hastily trying to throw his Battle Saber away.

A grin spread across Mu Chen’s lips. "Why would I let you do that? Burst!"

Following Mu Chen’s low shout, a dazzling green light blossomed in midair. Immediately after, a massive roar that shook the Azure Sky erupted, and a terrifying wave of green Zhi Yan spread out in all directions.

RUUUMBLE!!!

The colossal boom drew everyone’s gaze from the ground to the sky. Both the old man and Xu Fei momentarily forgot to channel Primordial Power into their Combat Skills. Xu Fei turned his head, staring in shock at Mu Chen, whose blue hair fluttered in the wind, one hand clenched into a tight fist. "Did... did Mu Chen do that?" he murmured.

’My advanced green flame really is several times stronger than the red one,’ Mu Chen thought, his gaze flickering as he looked at his own fair fist. ’Even the power of Blast Fist has increased manifold!’

"It’s been a while since I’ve fought like this. This feeling is amazing!" Mu Chen smiled faintly, muttering to himself.

The old man stared at Mu Chen as if he were looking at a monster. ’A single Combat Skill that can unleash power comparable to a Low-level Secret Technique... how powerful is he?’ In his eyes, only a powerhouse at the Martial Arts Master realm or higher could create such a terrifying display. ’So what realm is this boy at? Martial Arts Master? Or even a Martial Emperor?!’

’No, that’s absolutely impossible.’

He quickly dismissed the idea. ’The kid is far too young. Besides, that Combat Skill was all for show. It might have been lethal to a Martial King Strong Person, but it wouldn’t have caused significant damage to a Martial Arts Master.’

Xu Fei snapped out of it. "Brother Mu Chen, why are you still here?!"

Mu Chen shook his head. "I can’t abandon a teammate. Besides, you can’t handle this alone."

Xu Fei was stunned for a moment, then cursed, "You brat, enough of this ’teammate’ talk! Listen to your big brother and get out of here now!"

Mu Chen looked up at the sky, his expression hardening. "It’s too late."

Sure enough, just as Mu Chen spoke, a flash of blue light appeared in the sky. A large man covered in scorch marks descended. Though covered in soot and grime, he had no serious injuries, just some minor burns at worst.

"Heh heh! This is getting more and more interesting!" War Wolf licked the trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth, a murderous glint in his eye. "You little bastard, you’re asking for a death wish! Don’t blame me for being ruthless!"

An endless fighting spirit ignited in Mu Chen’s eyes. He spoke calmly to Xu Fei beside him, "Brother Xu, I’ll leave that old Martial Emperor to you. I will hold off the War Wolf Mercenary Corps. Trust me, we won’t necessarily be the ones who fall here today!"

With a single thought, a vast aura of Primordial Chaos erupted from Mu Chen’s body. The space behind him warped violently, and in the next moment, a pair of enormous, pitch-black eyes materialized there.

"Purple Sky Demon Pupils, open!" The crisp sound of a sword being unsheathed rang out as a blast of Qi Force shot through the air. A pair of purple pupils flashed with a dazzling light in the night. Six ice-blue snowflake imprints spun slowly within them. At the same time, the giant eyes floating behind Mu Chen opened, and an otherworldly purple light shot out from them. When the light faded, everyone felt rooted to the spot, unable to move a single step.

Those eyes were identical to Mu Chen’s, yet they possessed an even more terrifying aura. It felt as if everyone was being stared down by a colossal Primordial Demon Beast.

This was the phantom of the Purple Sky Demon Pupils, formed after having mostly fused with Mu Chen. In the past, he had always hidden its terrifying Primordial Chaos aura when he used it. But in a real battle, when his own strength was lacking, he had to project an overwhelming presence. Therefore, not only did Mu Chen not hide the aura this time, he released it in its entirety!

"W-what is that? It’s terrifying!" The War Wolf Mercenaries below the Martial Spirit Realm began to tremble.

War Wolf’s eye twitched. "What the hell are you afraid of?!" he roared. "I’m here! The senior is here! Are you really this scared of a mere phantom?"

But Mu Chen’s transformation was far from over. His combat state wasn’t as simple as just opening his eyes. He knew that against a Martial Arts Master like War Wolf, who was several Great Tiers above him, he couldn’t hope to compete without using his full strength. ’Even then,’ he thought, ’I can only fight him. There’s no hope of actually killing him. But I am confident I can kill any Mercenary below the Martial King realm in a single blow!’

"Dragon Transformation! Profound Dragon Arm!"

With another low shout, Mu Chen raised his left arm high. An intensely cold aura erupted from his body, forming an ice-blue flame that circled him once before soaring into the sky. High above, it instantly took the form of a massive ice dragon.

ROOOAR!!

A terrifying dragon’s roar, laced with Dragon’s Might, descended from the heavens. Swept up by the immense Primordial Power, the sleeve of Mu Chen’s snow-white robe burst apart, revealing a fair arm brimming with Explosive Power. Ice-blue scales rapidly spread down from his shoulder. As they advanced, sharp spikes jutted out from the side of his arm, and the process only halted once his entire hand was covered.

At the same time, countless scales also spread across the left side of Mu Chen’s face. They were even denser than the ones on his arm, so tightly packed that the seams between them were nearly invisible. Soon, a half-mask resembling a dragon’s head formed over the left side of his face, lending an air of mystery to his already demonic and eerie features.

The ice dragon roared as it slammed into Mu Chen’s scaled arm. A dazzling blue light enveloped him completely. Blasts of frigid air washed over the surrounding grass, covering it in a thick layer of frost in the blink of an eye.

The light only lasted for a few moments. When it faded, an utterly stunning image was revealed to everyone.

What an arm it was. His arm, which already resembled a Dragon Claw, was now encased in a draconic Arm Armor that looked as if it were forged from Ice Crystals. The dragon’s head rested upon his forearm, making it look, at first glance, as though a Giant Dragon was crouched on his arm!

"Sorry for the wait. Now, let’s fight!"

Mu Chen roared, but as he raised his arm, he sent a telepathic message with his Spiritual Power, "Brother Xu, the instant you see my fist come down, jump up from the ground."

Xu Fei was still reeling in shock, but Mu Chen’s words instantly jolted him back to his senses.

"Heaven-Shaking Fist!" With a great roar, Mu Chen’s raised Profound Dragon Arm descended in an instant, without any warning whatsoever...