Chapter 661

Mu Yang, who had turned his head back, stared at the knife before him, not even blinking.

The black straight knife vanished instantly from before his eyes.

Lin Hu retreated ten meters in a flash, his right hand gripping the straight knife twitching almost imperceptibly.

That strike just now felt as if it had been hacked against unbreakable steel rebar and iron bones, not flesh and blood.

Lin Hu couldn't help but recall the scene when he first faced the Tiānjiān Xīnrén, the first time he had brought his weapon down upon one of them.

That was not the imagined scene of slaughtering the Tiānjiān Xīnrén.

On the contrary, the recoil force transmitted nearly made Lin Hu lose his grip on the straight knife, leaving only a shallow, almost invisible white trace on the Tiānjiān Xīnrén's body.

Later, Lin Hu's knife could cleave a Tiānjiān Xīnrén in two with a single stroke.

Now, Lin Hu had suddenly been thrown back to that initial moment.

Mu Yang lowered his head to look at the wound on his body, took off his upper garment, and used it as a bandage to cover the wound, tying it tightly.

A mere minor injury—he could still fight.

Lin Hu did not strike again; he narrowed his eyes at the suddenly appearing white-haired man, his expression somewhat uncertain: "White Beast, Tiānjiān Xīnrén?"

That day, Dong Mùshuāng failed to catch up with Tang Luo and Mu Yang, so she naturally returned to the base.

She recounted Tang Luo's matter in full, causing quite a stir—within a certain range.

As for finding Mu Yang, she had deliberately concealed it.

The others had no suspicions either, after all, the White Beast Tiānjiān Xīnrén searching for Mu Yang was no longer a secret.

Capturing Mu Yang's former teammates to search for him was nothing strange.

As for how he managed to silently take Dong Mùshuāng out of the heavily guarded base, that remained a mystery.

The three exceptionally strong Tiānjiān Xīnrén were indeed powerful, but that did not mean they could accomplish such a thing.

It left a group of people utterly baffled.

How was it done? For Tang Luo, who possessed various talismans and the Merit Jade Lotus, silently abducting a person was too simple.

The true appearance of the "White Beast" had also been known to some through sketch portraits.

Lin Hu was among them.

Even if the sketch was not entirely accurate, it was easy to recognize, for the other's features were too obvious: white hair, blood-red clothing, the white small beast on his shoulder (the source of the codename), and the black great sword on his back.

Lin Hu could not possibly fail to recognize him.

"White Beast, Tiānjiān Xīnrén?"

Mu Yang glanced strangely at Tang Luo, wondering what this meant.

The news naturally could not reach someone like him, a fugitive.

The interrogation of Gu Leng was also limited to the dark and sordid aspects hidden within the Homestead Watch.

They had simply forgotten to ask Tang Luo about this mysterious person's origins.

"Attack!"

Over there, Lin Hu said nothing more, issuing the order decisively: "Mu Yang has betrayed, become a lackey of the Tiānjiān Xīnrén, kill on sight!"

The sudden appearance of the White Beast made it impossible for him to duel Mu Yang alone.

Then let it be a melee!

There was still a chance to kill the opponent.

The black-clad Watch Warriors behind him sprang into action swiftly—not a mindless rush, but finding their teammates and quickly forming a five-man formation, creating an encirclement.

They surrounded Tang Luo and Mu Yang.

One squad moved first, the following squads closely behind.

Their target was Tang Luo; they still retained a sense of camaraderie toward Mu Yang.

Mu Yang also said nothing, charging straight at Lin Hu.

Lin Hu merely gave a cold chuckle, stepped back a few paces, and let the black-clad Watch Warriors block Mu Yang.

Mu Yang and the warriors "collided" together.

One side had no killing intent, the other only wanted to shake off these people and slay Lin Hu.

For a time, the situation became a stalemate, and as the encirclement tightened, Mu Yang nearly lost any possibility of breaking through and escaping.

Meanwhile, on Tang Luo's side, the situation was even more unexpected.

Those first-wave warriors who had rushed forward had actually prepared themselves for sacrifice.

They had long heard of the White Beast's strength, and needless to say, the white small beast on the opponent's shoulder could transform into an extremely terrifying giant wolf.

The imagined collision, the descent of death, did not occur.

That Tiānjiān Xīnrén, who looked no different from a human, flew.

Yes, he seemed to be stepping on an invisible staircase, "walking" upward, hovering in midair.

Instantly, the black-clad Watch Warriors were dumbfounded.

Tiānjiān Xīnrén have descended from the heavens for over a thousand years, yet they have never flown!

Now the opponent was flying in midair—how was this possible?

The thermal weapons mounted on the base walls spat out flames from their muzzles.

Without doubt, those bullets "struck" the opponent and fell to the ground, having no effect on the Tiānjiān Xīnrén.

Tang Luo floated leisurely in midair, looking down at the crowd below.

A height of about twenty meters was an insurmountable "heavenly moat"; a warrior smashed his straight knife toward Tang Luo.

He easily dodged it.

Obviously, this method could not possibly injure this flying Tiānjiān Xīnrén.

Many warriors stared at each other, bewildered: "Others can fly—what are we supposed to do?!"

Boom!

A loud bang, a cannonball slammed into Tang Luo, a ball of fire engulfed his figure, and dissipated.

Similarly, without any accident, he was unharmed.

Tang Luo looked down at the wooden Yang in battle, his combat was actually not as sharp as usual.

The black watch warriors had no killing intent, and Mu Yang did not want to kill them either.

This stalemate situation was extremely disadvantageous for him.

Once his stamina was exhausted, he could only surrender—no, it should be said that only death awaited him.

Lin Hu stood nearby, glaring tigerishly, ready to strike a fatal blow at any moment.

"With you like this, you still want to run? Trash."

Tang Luo said sarcastically from the side.

Mu Yang's expression remained unchanged, just a slight pause in movement of 0.1 seconds.

After saying the sarcastic words, Tang Luo still had to do things; he reached out, drawing symbols in the void.

Blood Talisman·Healing, Blood Talisman·Flight, Blood Talisman·Iron Armor, three talismans were directly thrown onto Mu Yang.

Then—

"Buddha's Dharma is Boundless!"

Mu Yang instantly felt a powerful force continuously surging out, his shoes shattered instantly under his feet.

Could no longer withstand the force of his step.

"You have been enhanced, hurry up and deliver." Tang Luo said.

The three-pronged two-edged blade in Mu Yang's hand swept horizontally, and the surrounding warriors instantly felt a powerful aura rising from Mu Yang.

The afterimage of the three-pronged two-edged blade made them unable to react, unable to dodge, only able to block.

At the moment of collision, intense pain surged, the tiger's mouth was almost torn apart, the straight blade in his hand spun and flew into the sky.

His body flew backward uncontrollably.

With Mu Yang as the center, a clear space instantly appeared.

"Whoosh—"

The breath exhaled by Mu Yang directly formed a white arrow, even striking the ground before him before slowly dissipating.

He felt his body turn into a volcano, moving, erupting volcano.

Explosive terrifying power was frantically surging out.

The surrounding warriors also felt that, seeing Mu Yang's change, they felt that what stood before them was not a person, but a great river gradually rushing forward, beginning to roar.

It was also like a huge furnace, seeming to melt everything around it completely.

"The effect is really good."

Tang Luo was also a little surprised; it seemed Yang Jian's recovery was not as bad as it appeared on the surface.

Hidden deeply, kid.

The enhanced Mu Yang, the scar on his brow, was crimson red as if about to drip blood.

At first glance, it simply looked like a third eye, the upright "blood pupil."

Originally planning to seize the opportunity to strike Lin Hu, the black watch was stared at by that blood-red vertical pupil, his body instantly froze.

Mu Yang did not let this opportunity pass, charging toward Lin Hu.

But those black watch warriors were not pushovers; several powerful warriors charged forward simultaneously, intending to block Mu Yang's necessary path.

As long as they slightly blocked him, Lin Hu would have enough time to react.

Block or dodge Mu Yang's attack.

At this moment, a voice came again from the sky: "Stare at me, bastard."

The black watch warriors blocking Mu Yang, preparing to block Mu Yang, all stopped, they looked up, gazing at Tang Luo in the sky.

Angry, very angry!

Today I will chop you to death!

A large number of black straight blades flew toward Tang Luo, for a moment actually forming a "blade curtain."

The power of mockery was far beyond what these people could bear.

Between Mu Yang and Lin Hu, there was no longer any obstruction.

Blood splattered, under the blade curtain, the three-pronged two-edged blade pierced Lin Hu, giving him a chilling sensation.

The black straight blades fell powerlessly onto the hilt of the three-pronged two-edged blade, making a slight sound, dropping to the ground.

Mu Yang lifted Lin Hu into mid-air, the three-pronged two-edged blade turned.

Lin Hu's corpse instantly split into five pieces, flying toward the four directions, smashing onto the ground.

Not even a chance to say last words.

As for the blade curtain in the sky, Tang Luo casually waved his hand, those straight blades curled back, falling down in disorder.

Even injuring a few unlucky ones.

"First one, no, second one."

The bloodstains on the three-pronged two-edged blade dripped to the ground; Mu Yang flicked, throwing off the blood completely.

He looked toward the south gate of the base: "You know what I'm saying, this is just the beginning; next, I will send you down one by one!"

Saying this, the three-pronged two-edged blade disassembled, like the front section of a special sword, placed by Mu Yang behind his back—there was a special storage pouch, similar to a scabbard.

Wielding two short sticks, Mu Yang now had enough confidence to rush out of here without killing anyone.

Instead, the surrounding black watch warriors became his "assistance."

Before he rushed out, there was no need to worry about the threat of firearms.

The surrounding warriors also picked up their straight swords again, facing Mu Yang.

Utter shame and disgrace, under the gaze of all, they—hundreds of them—were actually beheaded by Mu Yang amidst tens of thousands of troops, their commander's head taken.

The commander of the Black Watch was killed.

Even Mu Yang, at this moment, had no immunity left.

Only death could end all of this.

Sensing the killing intent of his former comrades, Mu Yang was not surprised; when he chose this path, he had prepared himself.

Not killing now does not mean Mu Yang would become so pedantic as to never kill.

When the time to kill truly comes, he will not hold back.

"Wait, you actually want to run away?"

Tang Luoluo, almost forgotten by everyone—or forced to be temporarily forgotten—descended, gazing at Mu Yang.

"..."

He had almost forgotten this; Mu Yang slightly raised his hands, then lowered them again—the plan to swallow the wolf and drive away the tiger was realized perfectly.

So perfectly that he now does not know how to treat this white-haired man.

Is it the same as before—everyone happily fighting it out, then running off?

Before Mu Yang could figure out this why, Tang Luoluo grabbed his shoulder.

Mu Yang leapt into the air, his whole body flying toward the base.

"You haven't even 'run' today and you already want to leave? Naive!"

You show off and then want to run? There's no such good thing.