Da Xuan Martial Saint

Chen Mu stared at the Mystic Tortoise, murmuring softly.

Now that he had mastered the Qiankun Martial Body, his ability to conceal his aura could be described as unrivaled. He was able to approach within dozens of yards of the Mystic Tortoise without it noticing, yet even so, the moment he made a move, the Mystic Tortoise was still able to defend itself in time.

Despite its massive and cumbersome body, that long tail, no different from a snake's, was extremely nimble—actually faster than his own speed and could easily strike at any position around its body. Even with a wound on its back, it was not so easily suppressed.

The Mystic Tortoise's large demonic eyes stared at Chen Mu, communicating a threat, but it did not continue to attack him. Instead, it kept running forward, clearly having regained its senses and no longer in that frenzied state where it would fight to the death at the sight of people. Weakened and wounded, it had no desire to fight and sought only to quickly find a large river to hide in.

"..."

Chen Mu glanced at his right hand.

Earlier, when the Mystic Tortoise was chasing Murong Yan, he had clashed with it in the sky, and was slightly inferior. His right hand had been injured, but in the recent exchange, he had hardly been hurt and could clearly feel the Mystic Tortoise had weakened further.

After all, being imprisoned for a century and fighting with the elite forces of the Foreign Race for one or two hours could not have happened without it suffering some losses. At least now, the Mystic Tortoise posed no great threat to him.

But it was undeniable that this Mystic Tortoise was also the hardest thing he had encountered since he began practicing martial arts.

In the past, no matter the opponent, few could last a few rounds under his hand; only this Mystic Tortoise had repeatedly engaged him in dragging fights, and even now, he still did not have absolute confidence he could subdue it, only that he could try his best.

"Just give it a try."

Chen Mu looked calmly at the Mystic Tortoise.

Since there was a chance, he would try. If in the end he really couldn't capture the Mystic Tortoise, then there was nothing he could do. After all, he was just beginning to become a grandmaster, while the Mystic Tortoise was a peerless Heavenly Demon, a being beyond a blood exchange.

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Chen Mu no longer concealed his attacks. Having revealed himself, he went all out, pulling the Houtu Spirit Spear he had snatched from Wu Gu Marquis directly from behind him. Raising it high, he swung it down fiercely at the wound on the Mystic Tortoise's back.

Originally, the Mystic Tortoise was not only stronger than him, but it was also flawless. Now, because of the wound on its back, it had a vulnerability, and Chen Mu's attacks naturally aimed to exploit this weakness, directly targeting the wound each time.

Swoosh.

The Houtu power within the Spirit Spear, although slightly inferior to the Kun Earth and mixed with some "nurturing intent" and "joyous union," Chen Mu, mastering the complete Qiankun Artistic Conception, could still use them at ease.

The so-called joyous union also stemmed from Yin Yang, and the so-called propagation was also a part of life and death. He had been familiar with the power of the spear for some time and wielded it without any hindrance.

Crack!

The Mystic Tortoise, facing Chen Mu's spear, countered again with a tail swipe. Like a shadow, the long tail, like an afterimage, swung through the air, colliding heavily with Chen Mu's Spirit Spear. The resonating clang made the massive body of the Mystic Tortoise sink slightly, seemingly also under great pressure.

But that was all the effect it had; the massive body briefly sunk and then continued fleeing towards the west.

However, those giant demonic eyes, when looking at Chen Mu, showed a hint of very human-like "annoyance," clearly vexed by Chen Mu's actions.

If it were at its peak or in the boundless Vast Sea, Chen Mu, despite some strength, wouldn't be much against it. It could even effortlessly overwhelm him.

But now.

All around was just the vast Wilderness, not to mention the infinite Vast Sea, even large rivers were nowhere to be seen. Additionally, being persecuted by the Sky Demon Sect and weakened from injury, otherwise, Chen Mu wouldn't have had the audacity to act so boldly.

"Roar..."

The Mystic Tortoise emitted a threatening growl at Chen Mu but still avoided direct combat and kept retreating.

Chen Mu naturally didn't fear its threats and couldn't let it go easily either. He continued to swing the Houtu Spirit Spear vigorously, clashing intensely. Thunderous noises constantly exploded, shattering the frozen soil of the Wilderness.

Yet from beginning to end, the Mystic Tortoise did not stop. It used its long tail to fend off Chen Mu's attacks, occasionally using its massive body to forcefully clash and force Chen Mu to step back, heading west all on its own, leaving a long track behind on the Wilderness.

And so.

The Mystic Tortoise continued to flee, Chen Mu in hot pursuit, the fierce battle raging on.

After an unknown duration, at the end of the frozen soil of the Wilderness, a dense water aura finally spread. Looking from above, one could see a wide river about a hundred yards wide, crossing the wasteland and stretching downward.

At this moment.

Chen Mu still held the Houtu Spirit Spear, faint bloodstains visible on him, his chest slightly rising and falling, his breath slightly more disordered than before. Obviously, facing such a level of demonic creature with his current Qiankun Martial Body was still somewhat forced.

But the Mystic Tortoise wasn't faring much better. The wound on its back had visibly grown larger, with torn traces of flesh inside and even the slowly squirming viscera faintly visible. Blood could no longer be contained, flowing slowly down its shell, and its body's demonic power was also somewhat disordered.

"So it was indeed heading for the Cold River..."