Chapter 539: Suppressing Mu Longhao

In less than a breath, Mu Longhao became a sieve.

Tianlian Zhenren watched, her eyes shifting from initial shock to present terror and dread.

She stared at Chen Chuyang; Mu Longhao, before him, had no power to resist.

The strength gap was so vast it exceeded her expectations; this person seemed to have grown even stronger than before, his power rising again.

"Chen Chuyang's strength has increased again—just how strong is he?"

"Condensed Pellet?"

Surely not just that; Mu Longhao's strength is already between Condensed Pellet and True Realm. This world cannot contain True Realm—once True Realm power erupts, the world will expel it. Mu Longhao's arrival here forces him to suppress his cultivation; even though his prior cultivation was True Realm, here he can only exert a fraction of True Realm power.

His full strength cannot be unleashed; the world's suppression prevents him from using all his power.

This is the harm of descent, but for the strong ones of this world, an outsider strong one like Mu Longhao descending is a dimensional strike.

True Realm and Condensed Pellet are different; the gap in their strength is as vast as heaven and earth.

True Realm can effortlessly instant-kill Condensed Pellet; numbers lose their effect before shock.

Such a strong one could crush most of the world's strong ones, yet he is cautious, meticulous, and petty—that's the most terrifying part; he wants to hide, and truly no one can find him, let alone kill him.

Tianlian Zhenren thought Chen Chuyang's strength was about equal to his, expecting a back-and-forth fight—but she hadn't expected...

"One-sided crushing—Chen Chuyang's strength exceeds his realm."

"Not right."

Tianlian Zhenren shook her head; she did not know Chen Chuyang's cultivation.

Cannot see through, cannot see, not even a bit.

At this moment, she fell silent.

On the other side, Jing Yuheng and the White Wolf Vice Hall Master, who had rushed over, fell silent as well; they stared at the scene—Mu Longhao, beaten into a sieve, unable to resist, suffering passively.

His body is forged by heavenly tribulation power; scorched-black wounds, hair standing on end, huge body, three thousand wounds, each bleeding, the smell of blood thick.

Mu Longhao's body gradually shrank, his eyes fiercely fixed on Chen Chuyang.

He opened his mouth and spat out another burst of energy.

The energy condensed at the corner of his mouth emitted a bewitching purple light, containing within it the utmost toxin.

"Chen Chuyang, you forced me."

"Plague Dragon Toxin."

"Burst."

This mouthful of toxin is the result of his years of training, combining countless toxins into this ultimate toxin.

Such a toxin is something even dragons cannot withstand—let alone a mere human.

Go die.

"Pop."

The toxic gas exploded; instantly, these toxins spread, filling the entire space.

Not only Chen Chuyang, but Tianlian Zhenren too—he intends to kill them both.

These two people forced him to reveal his final trump card.

He does not want to use this mouthful of toxic gas in this world; the harm would be too great.

Furthermore, he cannot control it; once spewed out, recalling it is not easy.

Even if it were him, once hit, it would be troublesome.

"Damn, this poison."

Tianlian Zhenren's face changed; she hastily deployed a shield.

The poisonous gas touched the ground; the ground began to corrode, emitting a pungent smell.

All surrounding flora that came into contact were instantly melted.

Those sword-qi petals were also corroded.

Chen Chuyang lowered his head, smirked contemptuously, and flipped his right palm.

The Hunyuan Bell appeared.

"Go."

The Hunyuan Bell hovered in the air; a suction force appeared, and all the toxins were drawn in.

The purple toxic gas dissipated.

Mu Longhao stared dumbfounded at this scene, fixed on that Hunyuan Bell.

"A half-step holy artifact—how do you have such a weapon?"

"Impossible, you're just a mere human—just one?"

Before he finished speaking, he discovered his own body was being sucked in.

He gripped the ground with all his strength, refusing to let himself leave the earth.

After being sucked away, what the consequences would be—no one knows better than him.

"What's the point?"

Chen Chuyang shook his head and said: "Resistance is useless; obediently go in and become part of my Hunyuan Bell."

"To capture you, how much effort have I expended?"

"Finally found you, Mu Longhao; letting you jump around for so long was my mistake."

"This time, you can't escape."

Mu Longhao kept struggling, refusing to be sucked away.

"No!"

"I am destined to become a true Demon King—how could I fail here?"

Chen Chuyang, you can't kill me.

He kept resisting.

Cannot be sucked away.

Chen Chuyang folded his arms, quietly watching the scene.

As the Primordial Bell turned more times, the suction increased.

Mu Longhao's body began to be drawn out bit by bit, and the earth was sucked away along with it.

Chen Chuyang raised his hand, lightning flashing in his right hand.

Against the Monster Race, lightning is most practical.

Monster beasts' bane, Mu Longhao is no exception.

Pfft.

Three Thousand Lightning Fingers, interwoven again.

Lightning poured down, densely packed.

Mu Longhao loosened his grip, pain preventing him from holding onto the ground.

His body was sucked away.

No!

Only his miserable scream remained; Chen Chuyang reached out, and the Primordial Bell returned to his palm.

Inside, Mu Longhao was being drained of everything by the Primordial Bell, which would take a moment.

Having captured Mu Longhao, he let out a breath of relief.

These Tianwai monster beasts are truly hard to deal with; at last we've caught him.

Letting him hide for so long is my fault.

I had long wanted to kill him, but Mu Longhao was too despicable, giving Chen Chuyang no chance.

His crimes are too many; killing him is not enough.

Having stowed the Primordial Bell, Chen Chuyang stood beside Tianlian Zhenren, staring at her.

Tianlian Zhenren breathed rapidly, not daring to speak; she did not know her fate—whether to die here or, like Mu Longhao, be shot full of holes by this person and then sealed into that Primordial Bell.

Long time no see, Tianlian Zhenren.

Tianlian Zhenren fell silent for a moment, lifted her head, and gritted her teeth: 'I failed to stop the Heavenly Ghost's descent, disappointing you.'

No, no. Chen Chuyang shook his head: "Not doing well is one thing; at least you tried."

This point is rare.

Tianlian Zhenren looked at this man in surprise, thinking he would kick her when she was down and mock her.

He did not.

All right, come with me; this place is dangerous.

Injured as she is, she cannot return; she will surely be killed by others.

Furthermore, Chen Chuyang cannot let her return to the Heavenly Heart Sect.

This woman, neither killed nor released, will first be sent to Longshe Shan for labor reform.

As for how long, it depends on when the Heavenly Heart Sect falls.

The plan must not change.

This woman must not affect the plan.

Can I not go?

Chen Chuyang smiled and said, 'What do you say?'

Killer intent pierced her eyes; not going means death—choose.

Tianlian Zhenren fell silent, lowered her head, and yielded.

The weak have no right to choose.

They were preparing to leave when Jing Yuheng stepped forward, blocking Chen Chuyang's path.

Chen Chuyang, leave Tianlian Zhenren.