Chapter 695: Moving the Mountain

"What is that?"

Zhuge Ruolan stared at the Mu Long Blade Dragon, and that oppressive pressure made her chest feel uncomfortable.

Its aura, more terrifying than that of the Backmount Turtle, emanated invisibly.

Li Shenghong fixed his gaze on the Backmount Turtle, his eyes once again becoming complicated, sometimes bewildered, sometimes tangled.

Then he looked at the Mu Long Blade Dragon, his expression changed, a tangled mix of many looks.

Since entering, he said nothing, watching, staring, gazing the whole time; this time he voluntarily followed inside, whereas previously Li Shenghong rarely came along, usually hiding whenever possible.

Chen Chuyang glanced at Li Shenghong, did not ask, but gave him another look.

Jing Yuheng sensed Chen Chuyang's gaze, looked at Li Shenghong again, and memorized that person.

"A person from beyond the heavens, a member of the Mu Long family," Heishanyang said lightly.

"Kid, this is the aura that descended that day, no mistake, it's that very aura."

Heishanyang recognized the aura of the Mu Long Blade Dragon, seeing it up close and naturally identifying it.

Chen Chuyang nodded, also recognizing that aura—the Mu Long family's aura—far too familiar.

Mu Longhao was the same; that aura was very different, clashing with this world.

The Mu Long family members and beasts previously encountered were all unusual, distinct from this world's beasts, with a special feel; at a glance one could tell their origin. The Mu Long Blade Dragon did not hide, appearing directly before everyone, and it was clear it had set its sights on the Backmount Turtle.

The Mu Long Blade Dragon also noticed Chen Chuyang and the others; the Formation blocked it, yet the Mu Long Blade Dragon stared intently.

Its eyes grew cold, the blade swung, moving toward where Chen Chuyang stood.

With that slash, heaven and earth seemed to be split.

A True Realm Strong One, terrifying as this.

Compared to Mu Longhao, this one's strength has risen at least several grades.

Such combat power, upon descending to this world, has not been heavily suppressed; Qihuang Bao Ku's suppression of him is weaker than that of the outside world, allowing the Mu Long Blade Dragon's strength to manifest.

The blade tore the Formation; Jing Yuheng and Zhuge Ruolan, being sensible, immediately stepped back, yielding their positions to Chen Chuyang, and the others also retreated. At such a moment, that kind of attack is beyond their resistance.

Chen Chuyang, both amused and exasperated, raised his hand and tapped.

The blade's aura shattered.

It vanished outright, leaving nothing behind.

He lifted his head, meeting the Mu Long Blade Dragon's gaze.

"It's you."

The Mu Long Blade Dragon recognized Chen Chuyang, its eyes fixed on him, that aura, and that scent.

The scent of Mu Longhao, who kills members of the Mu Long family, leaves a mark on the victim.

Before Mu Longhao died, it left some indelible marks on Chen Chuyang.

The Mu Long family can recognize it at a glance.

"You killed Mu Longhao."

The voice was cold, tinged with anger.

Although he despises Mu Longhao, they are all members of the Mu Long family, all under the master.

When serving the master, if trouble arises, they act as one.

"Not bad," Chen Chuyang looked up and smiled, "Did you come to avenge him?"

The Mu Long Blade Dragon stared coldly at Chen Chuyang, then glanced at the Backmount Turtle, not striking immediately. He could not discern Chen Chuyang's cultivation or strength; this person differed from the others, giving him an intangible pressure.

Such pressure the Mu Long Blade Dragon can only feel from the master.

He knew this person was not easy to deal with, and could not be confronted head‑on.

At this moment, the Backmount Turtle was even more crucial.

"Not bad, I, the Mu Long Blade Dragon, the Mu Long family's first assassin under Mu Long Wenshan, have come especially for you ants."

"You audacious scoundrels dare to kill members of my Mu Long family; the crime is unforgivable."

"Kid, I give you a chance: kill yourself, and I will spare the people beside you."

In his mind, he marked these people for death.

If Chen Chuyang dies, these people cannot escape his blade.

Chen Chuyang heard this and scoffed, "I should be the one giving you a chance: kneel, submit to me, and I will spare your life; otherwise, you will soon meet Mu Longhao's fate."

The beast was extremely arrogant.

However, he indeed had the capital for such arrogance.

Compared to Mu Longhao, the Mu Long Blade Dragon was stronger and more terrifying.

His cultivation, his strength, the threat he posed to Chen Chuyang—all amplified many times.

"Roar."

The Backmount Turtle's fury erupted again, mountains rose up, charging toward them.

The Backmount Demon King intended to kill everyone who approached; anyone who entertained thoughts of it would be slain without mercy.

Its red‑eyed murderous self could no longer stay calm.

The poor souls could not even flee, becoming the dead beneath the mountain.

Chen Chuyang dodged swiftly, and those behind him also scattered to avoid.

The Mu Long Blade Dragon moved away from Chen Chuyang, and the tension between them dissipated at that moment.

Neither wanted to strike; should they, they would become the sandpiper that benefits, ultimately being exploited by others.

At such a time, it was unsuitable to act, also unsuitable for a slaughter.

Tian Xin Dao Ren quickly withdrew from the battle, distancing himself from the Backmount Turtle.

The enraged Backmount Turtle went on a mad killing spree, unleashing great divine power.

Trampling, moving mountains.

The roar shocked souls, leaving the weak unable to move, thus they became the departed spirits of the mountain peak.

Half an hour later.

Blood soaked the surrounding ground, crushed bodies merged into the soil.

That blood quickly seeped.

The Back Mountain Demon King fixed its gaze on the Pasture Dragon Blade Dragon, his aura extremely rich.

The Pasture Dragon Blade Dragon gave a disdainful smile: 'A mere beast, dare to act against this seat?'

The Pasture Dragon Blade Dragon rose into midair, looking down from above.

His aura burst forth, majestic pressure suppressing the Back Mountain Demon King.

Their size difference was immense; before the Back Mountain Turtle, the Pasture Dragon Blade Dragon was like an ant.

But at this moment, the Back Mountain Turtle dared not move, nor dare to act.

Those crimson eyes calmed down, staring fixedly at the Pasture Dragon Blade Dragon.

"Submit to this seat, become this seat's subordinate, otherwise, death."

The blade was drawn, pointing at the Back Mountain Turtle.

He only wanted to quickly take in the Back Mountain Turtle, then find an opportunity to kill Chen Chuyang.

Those other people also need to be cleaned up; cannot let them watch the show.

Before killing, one must first clean up, lest others benefit in the end.

They are all experts among them, naturally they won't let others take advantage.

"Roar."

The Back Mountain Turtle roared toward the sky.

The roar carried anger, defiance; it was defying.

"Move mountains."

The tremendous roar echoed between heaven and earth.

The Back Mountain Turtle summoned the power of the mountain peaks, and three mountain peaks rose up.

Not yet finished, in the distance, three mountain peaks flew over.

Still not enough, the Back Mountain Turtle urged again, and another three mountain peaks flew over.

All together nine mountain peaks flew over, hovering in the sky, merging into one.

It became a complete mountain peak, a huge mountain peak, containing terrifying mountain peak power.

The sky was blocked by the mountain peak, the covered area immense.

The Pasture Dragon Blade Dragon furrowed its brows: 'Mountain-moving divine ability, nine mountain peaks?'

"Do you really think this can suppress this seat?"

"Naive."