Chapter 190: Jianzhuang Leg Guards Acquired!

The next day.

Sunset Valley.

The setting sun stained the narrow valley a bloody, haunting red.

On the open ground at the valley's bottom, the Yanhu Tribe and Feisha Tribe stood clearly divided, each occupying one side; the lethal aura nearly solidified, crushing the breath from all who stood nearby.

Among the forests on both sides, shadows flickered—no one knew how many watching eyes lurked there.

The Panlong Tribe, the Jumu Tribe, the Langwang Tribe… nearly every notable mountain stronghold in Cangshan had sent representatives.

Chen Mu blended into the Yanhu Tribe's ranks, disguised as an ordinary bandit, his aura suppressed, utterly unremarkable.

His gaze swept forward—

Sikong Qinhu stood tall and burly, like a mountain peak; beside him stood Sikong Sheng, face taut, his nervousness impossible to hide.

Behind Sikong Sheng, Lin Kuan, the defector from Zhenwu Bureau, flickered his eyes nervously, scanning the surroundings like a startled rat.

Opposite them.

Huang Batian, the chief of Feisha Tribe, stood tall and broad, his face covered in thick, twisted whiskers; beside him stood his two daughters, famed throughout Cangshan.

These two women were abnormally muscular, their bodies knotted with sinew, even surpassing ordinary men; they wielded heavy mountain-splitting axes, their gazes fierce.

"Brother Sikong!"

Huang Batian's voice boomed like a bell, shattering the silence, "Regarding Brother Gong's death, I deeply regret it—Feisha Tribe is not unreasonable…"

"Enough nonsense!"

Sikong Qinhu brutally cut him off, his tiger-like eyes blazing, murderous intent surging, "The blood debt for my younger brother must be repaid in blood! Huang Batian, let your fists speak!"

Before his words ended, Sikong Qinhu's aura exploded violently; earth-yellow true qi surged forth like a tidal wave, coiling around him as he launched into the air.

"Then fight!"

Huang Batian, seemingly enraged, roared and summoned a storm of swirling sand, charging forward like a cyclone.

The two Earth Altar Realm Chao Yuan experts instantly clashed in midair.

"Boom!"

"Boom—!"

Their fists and palms collided, unleashing thunderous roars.

Violent energy shockwaves spread wildly, warping the air and sending visible ripples radiating outward.

The overwhelming pressure, solid as mountains, blanketed the entire Sunset Valley; everyone on the ground struggled to breathe, their gazes involuntarily drawn to the earth-shattering battle, their spirits shaken.

Sikong Sheng clenched his fists, watching his father in the sky with tense eyes.

Lin Kuan seized the moment, silently shifting half a step backward, searching for the best escape route.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile curled at Chen Mu's lips.

Lin Kuan clearly wanted to flee.

And on Sikong Sheng's legs? The Jianzhuang leg guards!

This guy was clearly terrified of death.

Wearing the "Jianzhuang" leg guards made it impossible to go unnoticed.

…

Boom~

Boom!

In midair, Sikong Qinhu formed claws with both hands, true qi coiling around them as he slammed down monstrous, grotesque claw marks that tore through the air and shattered Huang Batian's protective barrier.

Huang Batian charged forward savagely; his true qi barrier shattered and reformed, reformed and shattered again, as he closed the distance to Sikong Qinhu.

Sikong Qinhu, however, kept his distance, striking from afar.

Boom boom boom~

Boom!

Deafening explosions echoed across the valley.

Just as the two fought at their fiercest, every eye locked on the battle—

Sudden change!

Four eerie figures appeared without warning at the flanks of both camps, like ghosts.

Two lunged at Sikong Sheng from the Yanhu Tribe's side; the other two targeted Huang Batian's two muscular daughters with clear intent.

The attack came too fast, too sudden—appearing out of nowhere, silent, yet vicious and lethal!

"Puch!"

Sikong Sheng had no time to react before a dark finger-wind pierced straight through his forehead.

His tension and anticipation froze instantly; his eyes dimmed rapidly, his handsome face filled with disbelief as he collapsed straight down.

【Corpse detected. Collect?】

"Yes!"

Chen Mu collected the card, watched the Jianzhuang leg guards on Sikong Sheng's legs vanish mysteriously.

He reached into his pocket, checked the card.

As expected!

Equipment card—inner-sealed leg guards!

"Sheng'er!!"

In midair, Sikong Qinhu's spirit shattered; he let out a heart-wrenching roar, broke off the battle, and charged toward the eerie attackers.

Almost simultaneously, screams erupted from the Feisha Tribe's side.

One of Huang Batian's daughters was slashed by a dark shadow passing at her side; her throat slit instantly, blood gushing wildly.

Another daughter reacted slightly faster, barely twisting aside, but the strange palm force still struck her shoulder; the sound of snapping bones was clearly audible as she screamed and was flung backward, gravely wounded and near death.

【Corpse discovered. Retrieve?】

"Yes!"

Just within a hundred meters, Chen Mu retrieved the card.

"My daughter!" Huang Baitian's eyes bulged with rage; he plunged from the sky and raced toward the eerie figure.

"Young Master!"

"Young Lady!"

……

The two opposing squads on the ground instantly erupted into chaos—shouts of shock and roars of fury filled the air; the previously maintained standoff collapsed instantly as each side descended into confusion.

"Yinshan Four Ghosts! It's the Yinshan Four Ghosts!"

Someone cried out in shock, adding even more panic.

"Not four ghosts—eight ghosts! Four of them were killed by Yanhu Stronghold and Feisha Stronghold."

"When the Yinshan Eight Ghosts fled into Cang Mountain, they were still called the Yinshan Seven Ghosts. Three died, leaving only four."

"Tsk tsk—these four, neither human nor ghost, sewer rats, have come today for revenge!"

"…"

From both sides of the mountain forests, murmurs rose continuously.

Among the Yanhu and Feisha squads, crowds stirred.

In the midst of this chaos, Lin Kuan—who had long been poised—like a bird startled by an arrow—exploded his internal Qi, spun around, and fled without hesitation toward the dense forest beyond the valley.

He had been waiting for this exact opportunity!

"Think you can run?"

Chen Mu, who had been watching him all along, flashed a glint in his eyes, his form flickering silently as he slipped away from the chaotic Yanhu Stronghold squad and trailed Lin Kuan's escape route, swiftly vanishing into the woods.

Behind him, within Luori Valley, the cries of battle shook the heavens; enraged by the deaths of Sikong Sheng and Huang Baitian's two daughters, the Yanhu Stronghold and Feisha Stronghold forces launched frenzied attacks on the four eerie figures.

Including Sikong Qinhu and Huang Baitian, two Earth Altar Realm Chao Yuan experts.

Yet.

The Yinshan Four Ghosts' cultivation of lightness techniques was truly bizarre.

Their feet never touched the ground; they moved like phantoms, teleporting in an instant.

Despite Sikong Qinhu and Huang Baitian's cultivation, they could not catch them in the short term; instead, the Yinshan Four Ghosts broke free from the encirclement and dashed into the right-side mountain forest.

……

Huh~ huh~

Mountain winds blew.

Lin Kuan held his breath, feet flying, his entire body shooting forward like an arrow loosed from a bow, racing at top speed.

As he sprinted, he diverted part of his attention to listen for sounds behind him.

He ran twenty li without stopping; only when he confirmed no one pursued him did he halt and relax slightly.

"Lin my lord, what a coincidence."