Chapter 297: Lightweight Annihilation!

Two days later, at dusk, the setting sun stained the clouds on the horizon a bloody crimson.

Ten li outside Wulong Fucheng, in a secluded, desolate valley, a cool breeze rustled the withered yellow grass.

Chen Mu stood at the valley's center, hands clasped behind his back, as if admiring the sunset.

"Ssshh~"

Footsteps approached; Wang Haocheng, clad in brocade robes, strode quickly from the valley entrance, his face deliberately stern, though deep in his eyes lurked a faint, almost imperceptible tension and cruelty.

"What you asked for."

Wang Haocheng halted several meters before Chen Mu, drew a thick, hardbound volume from his chest, and handed it over.

The cover bore no text, yet its material was unusual, clearly extraordinary.

Chen Mu's expression remained calm; he reached out, took the roster, and flipped through several pages at random.

It listed names, cultivation levels, affiliated branches, home addresses, and even physical traits—precisely the membership roster of the Golden Money Gang's elite, detailed and unmistakably authentic.

Just as Chen Mu lowered his head to study the roster, his attention seemingly captured—

"Swoosh!"

Wang Haocheng's body suddenly shot backward without warning, his mouth unleashing a shrill cry.

"Kill him!"

"Swoosh!"

"Swoosh!"

At Wang Haocheng's shout, two piercing whistles erupted simultaneously from the mountaintops on either side of the valley!

Two specks of jet-black light, like lightning tearing through twilight, shot toward Chen Mu at speeds too swift for the naked eye to track.

The two black specks expanded and exploded the instant they entered the three-zhang radius around Chen Mu.

"Boom!!"

"Shiiiiim~"

Amid the strange noise, the black light transformed into two vast nets woven from countless hair-thin threads, gleaming with a dark metallic luster.

Faint runes glowed along the threads, emitting a chilling aura that suppressed Qi and severed all matter; left and right, they closed like heaven's net, instantly sealing every possible escape route.

Simultaneously—

"Boom! Boom!"

Two figures shrouded in wide black robes descended like giant night owls from the cliffs on either side of the valley, radiating overwhelming murderous intent.

The aura emanating from both was unmistakably Earth Altar Realm, Divine Bridge cultivation!

The one on the left wielded a chilling white bone chain, its end fused to a gleaming iron claw shaped like a demon's talon; as he swung it, afterimages and piercing ghostly wails lashed through the air, aiming straight for Chen Mu's crown.

The one on the right gripped a bizarre, ghostly wailing club, its body pitch-black, crowned with a pale skull that continuously spewed black smoke.

As he swung it, agonized wails pierced the eardrums, disrupting the mind; shadow after shadow of the club crashed toward Chen Mu's lower back.

The two Earth Altar Realm, Divine Bridge experts, combined with the two eerie black nets, launched a fatal strike.

The terrifying killing intent solidified like a physical force, freezing the air at the valley's bottom!

Yet, faced with this meticulously planned, nearly perfect ambush, Chen Mu seemed to have anticipated it all.

In the instant before the two black nets closed and the bone chain and wailing club struck, he didn't even lift his head—merely slipped the roster into his chest.

The next moment, Chen Mu's figure vanished as if erased by an eraser.

"What?"

"No!"

The two black-robed figures, having missed, widened their pupils; alarm screamed in their minds. Without hesitation, they both blasted backward, trying to create distance.

Too late!

Chen Mu's form appeared like a phantom, suddenly above the black-robed man wielding the bone chain.

His right hand shot out, fingers slightly spread; the Great Luo Upturning Hand erupted!

"Wum~"

A colossal palm, entirely formed of pure qi, emerged as if from empty space, radiating a terrifying aura capable of overturning heaven and earth, grasping stars; it instantly engulfed the black-robed man.

"Bang—"

A dull, leather-striking sound!

The black-robed man had no time to react; his protective qi shattered like paper, and his entire body was crushed firmly in the palm of the giant Qi hand.

"Wah~"

The black-robed man gasped violently, spewing blood mixed with internal organs; his bones cracked under unbearable pressure, and he was hurled like a torn sack, slamming into a mountain wall dozens of meters away, embedded deep, alive or dead unknown.

The other black-robed man, witnessing his companion's fate, was seized by mortal terror; he dared not attack further.

Frantically swinging the wailing club, he wove shadow after shadow of club strikes and black smoke into a dense, impenetrable defensive shield around himself, like a black tortoise shell.

"Hmph!"

Chen Mu snorted, his form flickering again through the air, appearing directly above the "tortoise shell."

Again—the Great Luo Upturning Hand; the colossal Qi palm descended like a divine hand, ignoring the swirling club shadows and smoke, striking down with brutal force.

"Boom—"

As if Mount Tai crushed down.

That seemingly solid defensive shield collapsed instantly before the giant palm imbued with the meaning of "upturning heaven."

The wailing club flew from his grasp; the black-robed man was struck as if by lightning, spouting blood, and slammed deep into the ground, forming a crater.

Two palms!

Only two palms!

Two Earth Altar Realm, Divine Bridge experts, already mortally wounded.

And the attack is far from over!

"Ssshh—ssshh—ssshh—"

In the instant the two black-robed figures, reeling from heavy wounds and moving sluggishly as they struggled to evade, twenty silent, invisible, colorless, yet bone-chilling Yin Blades of the Two-Yin Sword Qi had already split into two groups, like death's scythes lurking in shadows, striking with pinpoint precision!

The two black-robed figures, though merely Foundation Establishment Realm Bridge Cultivators, possessed sharp spiritual senses and barely sensed the lethal threat at the brink of death.

Dragging their grievously wounded bodies, they desperately twisted and dodged.

Too late—their movements, crippled by injury, were slower by more than a beat!

The black-robed figure wielding the Ghost-Crying Club managed to dodge eight Yin Blades, but the final two struck true—one pierced his forehead, the other speared through his heart.

Instantly, his body stiffened, the light in his eyes vanished, and he collapsed straight down, lifeless.

The other black-robed figure, wielding the White Bone Chains, fared worse—he dodged only seven Yin Blades; the remaining three pierced his brain, abdomen, and neck!

He emitted not a single cry before dying on the spot, blood gushing steadily from the three wounds.

From Wang Haocheng's ambush to the deaths of the two Foundation Establishment Realm Bridge experts, the entire sequence lasted no more than a few breaths!

Wang Haocheng, who had just relocated to the right side of the valley and stood atop a giant tree, preparing to watch Chen Mu torn to shreds, now stared, dumbfounded.

The cruelty and anticipation on his face had vanished, replaced by boundless terror and disbelief—his mouth hung open wide enough to swallow an egg, his body trembling uncontrollably.

The two Foundation Establishment Realm Bridge experts he had spent a great price and leveraged secret connections to summon.

Just… dead?!