Chapter 1229

For a moment, Long Zetian was somewhat dazed.

Long Zetian knew best how strong Mu Long Zhen Shan's strength was, but right now Mu Long Zhen Shan was injured and being beaten down by Chen Chuyang, while Chen Chuyang seemed completely unscathed, his relaxed demeanor incomprehensible.

"He's too heaven-defying, right? In such a short time, this kid can even suppress and beat someone at the Seek Dao Realm?"

Long Zetian murmured softly, she truly couldn't understand, her mind went blank for a moment, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say.

Chen Chuyang lowered his head, looking at the blood-spitting Mu Long Zhen Shan, and mocked: "You're a bit disappointing; I thought you were strong, but you only have this much ability—if that's all, you might die."

Saying that with a joke, Chen Chuyang's unrestrained attitude made Mu Long Zhen Shan feel humiliated.

It was real humiliation, humiliation to his face, unbearable.

"You... puh." Mu Long Zhen Shan, humiliated, spat out a mouthful of blood.

Chen Chuyang continued to mock: "Tsk tsk, you're already spitting blood—truly fragile."

To kill by striking at the heart—Chen Chuyang is the most adept at it.

Mu Long Zhen Shan stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and glared at Chen Chuyang: "Kid, this is the first time in all my years that I've suffered a loss; you're the first person to make me this angry—I will kill you and scatter your soul and spirit."

"I'm looking forward to it." Chen Chuyang didn't care at all; that attitude was what made Mu Long Zhen Shan most furious.

"You forced my hand." Mu Long Zhen Shan took out a bell and shook it.

"Ding ling ling." The bell rang, echoing around.

Long Zetian's expression changed, and she warned: "Chuyang, be careful—this is Mu Long Zhen Shan's Soul-Settling Bell, a high-grade Spiritual Artifact that targets the soul; don't be careless."

The next moment, Long Zetian's body became unstable, the Soul-Settling Bell continued to shake, and her soul felt somewhat unsteady.

She quickly descended and stood on the ground, then Long Zetian felt a bit better; the Soul-Settling Bell targeted this area, not a person.

Chen Chuyang was closest to Mu Long Zhen Shan, so he bore the strongest attack.

The soul trembled; Chen Chuyang stared curiously at the Soul-Settling Bell and smiled: "This Spiritual Artifact is not bad—I've taken a liking to it."

Having said that, he reached out to grab the Soul-Settling Bell.

Completely ignoring the Bell's attack—soul attacks were useless against him—Chen Chuyang's hand was about to reach the Bell when Mu Long Zhen Shan's body shuddered and he hastily withdrew the Bell.

The Bell's attack ended there, and Chen Chuyang grasped at nothing.

"What a pity, this Spiritual Artifact is quite good."

If the first attempt didn't work, then try again.

Chen Chuyang wouldn't get discouraged; having finally taken a liking to a Spiritual Artifact, and a high-grade one at that, he naturally had some use for it.

Mu Long Zhen Shan grew cautious, staring at Chen Chuyang with both eyes full of wariness and dread.

At this moment, he had lost his earlier contempt, replaced by intense apprehension.

His soul attacks were his trademark and his confidence; whenever he faced an enemy, they would be extremely wary and careful, unlike this person before him who ignored his soul attacks.

No matter what attack, he didn't care; his formidable physique ignored everything.

"Just what kind of monster are you?"

Mu Long Zhen Shan dodged Chen Chuyang's second reach and couldn't help but ask.

This person can appear arbitrarily around him, moving so fast that he cannot be caught.

The surrounding space cannot restrict him, and moreover, Chen Chuyang's movements are spatial jumps, not merely swift movement.

"Well, I'm just an ordinary person; since you've come here, I naturally ought to entertain you properly."

"To be honest, I thought your Mu Long clan had been scared off and dared not enter this world, but I didn't expect you to show up."

"Let's have some fun; I happen to have many divine abilities I haven't been able to test, so I'll try them out on you."

Well, those divine abilities of his can just be tried out now.

The results were not bad.

Mu Long Zhen Shan was quite cooperative, but the Soul-Settling Bell couldn't be grasped; Chen Chuyang's fists wouldn't stop, appearing behind him to strike—even if he reacted and raised his true qi shield, it was useless.

The shield before him was like air, shattering in an instant.

"Puh."

He spat blood again; Mu Long Zhen Shan was dazed, his body flying several hundred meters, as if about to fall apart.

The force of that punch was more than he could bear.

It wasn't over yet.

Chen Chuyang appeared above him; Mu Long Zhen Shan had no chance to react, or rather, he was still dizzy, his body instinctively throwing a punch to resist.

"Soul-Settle."

"Boom."

What divine abilities, what secret techniques—at this moment, they were useless.

Mu Long Zhen Shan flew out again; that posture was truly frightening.

Chen Chuyang strolled forward, took a step, and vanished before their eyes.

Mu Long Zhen Shan hadn't even made a move when Chen Chuyang appeared before him, his fist also looming before his eyes, expanding without limit.

"Boom."

He flew out again; this time Mu Long Zhen Shan couldn't get up, lying on the ground.

The Soul-Settling Bell also fell beside him; his bones were shattered throughout, the force of that punch leaving him unable to support himself.

Primordial force, disrupting his true qi, disrupting his body.

Chen Chuyang appeared beside him, picked up the Soul-Settling Bell, and weighed it in his palm.

"This Spiritual Artifact is not bad; I'll take it."

"Thank you for the gift."

"This is what it means to kill by striking at the heart."

"Puh." Upon hearing that, Mu Long Zhen Shan's vision went black and he spat blood.

Chen Chuyang put away the soul‑suppressing bell, satisfied: "You seem quite happy, huh?"

Mu Long Zhen Shan: "……"

At this moment, he finally understood the heaven-defying nature of the person before him—his strength was increasing too fast.

This one is the great enemy of the Mu Long clan; in the future, he will surely become the clan's most formidable foe.

This person must die.

He could no longer leave alive; Mu Long Zhen Shan gritted his teeth, his heart turning ruthless.

"Kid, it's you who forced me; I will die here, and you, kid, are no exception."

"Kid, hand it over."

"Pfft."

A sudden pain in his chest, his inner elixir was dug out, and Mu Long Zhen Shan stared blankly.

The act of self‑destruction stopped; without his inner elixir, he could not self‑destruct.

Chen Chuyang said disdainfully: "Want to self‑destruct? Did you ask me?"

"The inner elixir of a Seek Dao Realm cultivator is truly not ordinary—it's excellent material for pill refining."

"And your very blood and flesh essence must not be wasted either."

Everything else on him was seized by Chen Chuyang, and then he directly began refining his flesh.

Refining a person into a pill—using the same method, we cannot let it go to waste.

Mu Long Zhen Shan was thus refined alive, his wails echoing around.

"Ahhh!"

"No no no."

Shrieks and wails filled the air without cease.

In the end, he died; his blood‑and‑flesh essence and soul essence were melted together into a single elixir.

Mu Long Zhen Shan, a Seek Dao Realm Strong One, died just like that.

Long Zetian witnessed this with her own eyes, her mouth agape, she stood stunned in the distance.

After a long while, she came to, her body numb as she walked forward to Chen Chuyang's side, blinking as she asked: "Is he dead?"

"He's dead."

"Did you refine him into an elixir?" Long Zetian gazed at the inner elixir before her, an elixir that was Mu Long Zhen Shan.

"Grandma, do you want it?" Chen Chuyang offered it to Long Zetian.

Long Zetian stared for a moment, opened her mouth, and swallowed the elixir in one gulp; as for that inner elixir, she did not want it.