Chapter 664: The Kind-Hearted Dog

The cultured Tang Luo, together with the uncultured Mu Yang who only knew killing and fighting, carried out the final wrap-up work inside the base.

There were still a few people at Base 66 who needed dealing with.

As for whether Zhao Chengfu or Gu Leng might have framed someone, there was no need to worry.

Before killing them, one still had to ask a few questions, after all.

Moreover, Mu Yang hadn't spent all these years at Homeward Watch for nothing; working backward from the results, he could also make a judgment.

Wanting to screw over Mu Yang and the innocent one last time on this matter was a pipe dream.

Having dealt with a few more people who needed dealing with, the pursuers grew more and more numerous; Mu Yang quit while he was ahead and decisively broke out of the encirclement.

Xiaotian Quan let out another beastly roar, covering Mu Yang's retreat.

In less than fifteen minutes, Mu Yang had completely vanished from the sight of the Homeward Watch pursuers.

Leaving behind a Base 66 in utter shambles.

"Master, you're doing a mission?"

Zhu Bajie, hiding in the mountain-peak cold pool, saw the sudden change in mission completion progress and was a bit surprised.

"Mm, just messing around; didn't expect the mission completion to rise this fast." Tang Luo said.

He also hadn't expected the mission completion to directly reach 30%, and as time passed, with the situation fermenting, it was still continuing to grow.

Isn't this screwing your own father?

Why is your Homeward Watch so fragile?

Just like that, a thousand-li dike collapsed from an ant hole?

I haven't even exerted force yet, and you've already fallen?

Had he known Homeward Watch was this weak, Tang Luo wouldn't have made such a big production; just giving Mu Yang some buffs from behind would've been enough.

There was no need to let people like Zhao Chengfu confess everything before death; shutting up and waiting to die was their destination.

"Looks like we need to speed up progress."

Tang Luo's eyes flashed, his expression turning solemn.

Mu Yang abruptly turned, the Three-Pointed Two-Edged Saber blocking before him, but he failed to block Tang Luo's kick.

He flew backward directly, smashing heavily into a tree.

That big tree couldn't hold either; it fell with a crash, and Mu Yang rolled several circles on the ground before barely stopping.

Wanting to climb up, his hands were trembling desperately, unable to exert strength.

Fortunately the Three-Pointed Two-Edged Saber was fine; black iron's sturdiness wasn't so easily damaged.

The forging process for black iron weapons was extremely troublesome.

After forging, in a certain sense, black iron weapons even surpassed the original Black Iron Greatsword.

"You..." Mu Yang raised his head, looking at the approaching Tang Luo.

The other's expression was indifferent, his face very calm; that kick just now seemed to have no effect on him at all, as if it wasn't he who had kicked it.

Tang Luo reached out, grabbed the black greatsword on his back, and slammed it down!

"Whoosh—"

A howling gale rose, and a large pit appeared on the ground.

Mud and crushed stones smashed onto Mu Yang; even though he curled into a ball as best he could to reduce the "impact area," it still felt like being hit head-on by a speeding heavy truck.

Intense pain transmitted from his whole body; his body felt as if torn into two halves.

Before his eyes was already a patch of darkness; the only thing he could still do was clutch the Three-Pointed Two-Edged Saber in his hand for dear life.

Mu Yang had never thought that, having dodged a sword strike, he would still be injured this badly by the splashed mud and stones.

If that sword had hit — no, even grazing his body would mean death!

Landing heavily, lying for a few seconds, or maybe a few minutes, Mu Yang nearly bit his teeth to pieces, forcibly propping himself up to stand.

He didn't ask Tang Luo why he had suddenly attacked.

The other was very calm, but the grim killing intent in his eyes told Mu Yang: he would die!

Not fighting meant death!

Then fight!

No roar, no howl, even the pained expression on his face had vanished; in a split second, Mu Yang became incomparably calm, he closed his eyes, anger, confusion, pain all forgotten.

Only the Three-Pointed Two-Edged Saber in his hand.

A black saber light flashed, like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace.

Heading straight for Tang Luo.

Mu Yang chose to take the initiative; the instant he struck, his eyes opened.

A barely perceptible golden light flashed; the moment his eyes opened, a soaring murderous qi erupted.

The originally soundless, seemingly sneak attack slashed from darkness instantly transformed, becoming like a mountain peak descending from the heavens.

Carrying unmatched, vast power, it slammed down fiercely!

"Not bad."

Tang Luo extended two fingers, clamping the Three-Pointed Two-Edged Saber; a stream of air centered on him blew up his white hair, spreading outward in all directions.

"..." Mu Yang didn't speak, trying to tug it back.

The Three-Pointed Two-Edged Saber didn't move a whisker.

All the strength in his entire body couldn't match the other's two fingers.

Tang Luo gently pushed forward; Mu Yang retreated two steps, the Three-Pointed Two-Edged Saber thrust backward, its tip piercing into the ground to brace himself so he wouldn't fall.

"Good, today's hair-cutting ceremony battle ends here." Tang Luo smiled at Mu Yang, his smile gentle.

As if that murderous person from just now wasn't him at all.

Mu Yang's mouth twitched, wanting to curse but unable to.

That strike just now unleashed his potential; Mu Yang clearly felt that after swinging that blade, he had grown stronger.

Only now his body is too "broken" to show it; once his wounds heal, he will be stronger than he is now.

Stronger than when he was charging through the base earlier.

This isn't exploitation; it's more like drawing out a power that rightfully belongs to him!

"Yang Jian..."

Mu Yang silently recited that name in his heart, the familiar feeling stronger than at the beginning.

"As Mu Yang's memory, am I fake?" Mu Yang struggled to speak, his mouth full of the taste of blood.

"No, it's all real." Tang Luo said, "Don't rush; when you recover, you'll understand."

This kind of mysterious posturing, seeing others' confused faces with that "you damn well know but won't say" annoyed expression—truly satisfying.

No wonder those Tathagata types speak in clouds and mist.

That's how pretentiousness comes about.

"After the fight, keep running." Tang Luo said.

Time waits for no one; training volume must increase, intensity must rise—we must get Yang Jian recovered soon—at least remember who he is.

Mu Yang felt the muscles on his face twitching uncontrollably.

Still running?

Just being able to stand now is his limit.

"Cough cough."

Tang Luo coughed, took a deep breath, "That bastard Mu Yang who killed a thousand is right here, Mu Yang is here—come hunt him down!"

The sound carried far, completely exposing their location.

"..."

"I won't run with you anymore." Tang Luo pointed at Mu Yang, lightly administered healing light to his wounds, ensuring he could still run.

"Remember, if you know where to go, the whole world will make way for you. Jiesiduoyoute!"

Various advertising slogans and toxic chicken soup thrown about, Tang Luo watched Mu Yang's face grow uglier, "I'm doing this for your own good."

Just like parents hoping their son becomes a dragon and daughter a phoenix—if they poured this energy and perseverance into themselves, their kids would already be rich second-generation heirs.

But Tang Luo himself is a "first-generation rich," so he does this with righteous confidence.

Mu Yang couldn't refute, nor did he want to; he stabbed wildly at Tang Luo with his three-pronged two-edged blade.

He had fully believed he once chased this guy before him for a hundred and eight thousand li.

With such a person, not to mention a hundred and eight thousand li—even a million li, he'd catch up and leave several transparent holes in him.

Otherwise, his thoughts would not flow.

At this moment, Mu Yang's goal was no longer merely to eliminate those damned scum in Homeland Watch.

Tang Luo made a handsome fish leap, jumping into midair: "Hurry up and run—Homeland Watch people are already catching up!"

Mu Yang didn't leave; instead, he walked toward the base's direction.

I can't beat Tang Xuanzang, nor can I beat you lot?

Finally stepped onto the irreversible path of bullying the weak.

Tang Luo didn't stop him; in a short time, Mu Yang's injury recovery surpassed even his healing light.

"Not bad. In a few days, I can bring out his sister to stimulate him—maybe then he'll snap out of it." Tang Luo thought to himself.

The Heavenly Hound opened its closed eyes, watching Mu Yang depart.

As a Heavenly Hound, even if she shared Yang Jian's amnesia, she remains loyal—she could never calmly watch her fallen master suffer so miserably.

So she closed her eyes.

What a kind dog.

A few days later.

Mu Yang sprinted all the way, followed by a vast crowd of over a hundred Heaven's Peak Starpeople.

If one's eyes were sharp enough, they'd notice the Heaven's Peak Starperson leading the way at the front, carrying two black great swords on his back.

He looked different from the other Heaven's Peak Starpeople.

Needless to say, this is Ao Yulie.

After some effort, Ao Yulie discovered that Heaven's Peak Starpeople actually have a hierarchy among themselves.

Just like elixirs vary in quality.

Like the Heaven's Peak Starpeople they initially impersonated, they belong to the most numerous and lowest tier.

Above them are stronger Heaven's Peak Starpeople.

The specific difference lies in the more complex patterns on the bodies of stronger Heaven's Peak Starpeople.

After Ao Yulie slew a higher-tier Heaven's Peak Starperson, he took the latter's position; his armor patterns changed—needless to say—and he could now command other Heaven's Peak Starpeople.

Such commands, in the hands of ordinary Heaven's Peak Starpeople, can only be "Follow me in a charge" or similar.

At most, they gather and go on a killing spree everywhere.

But with Ao Yulie, it's different.

He can become Yang Jian's training tool, achieving limit effects.

Without breaking limits, how could one grow strong in a short time?

Ao Yulie carried two black great swords, chasing Mu Yang—needless to say, he was thrilled.

This brother-con also has his day—calling you out for previously never even deigning to look at people straight.

"When it reaches 50%, it stops—still fine; Homeland Watch isn't that weak either." In midair, Tang Luo checked the mission progress.

The mission progress is currently exactly at 50%, and it hasn't increased for a whole day already.

Homeguard Watch has some resilience, at least it didn't collapse overnight.

However, there's also been no news leaking out about Homeguard Watch's upper echelons doing inhuman things.

I'm afraid it's still being suppressed.

Those people also wouldn't just do whatever Tang Luo says.

Mu Yang, on the other hand, hasn't forgotten his duty, and charged into two bases.

Only both trips came up empty — not finding the relevant personnel, and the originally hidden research labs were also destroyed.

Homeguard Watch, undercurrents surging.

Who knows when it will erupt.

Then, he sprinted all the way here facing the setting sun — over a hundred Tianxing Star people, even if he's gotten stronger now, he still can't beat them!