Lone Wolf Mu Chen! Unleashing Carnage!

Bing Tianxiao did not linger. After identifying his direction, he first went to retrieve his bow, then returned to the mountaintop.

Spirit Crown Mountain, the final battleground of the Spirit Road.

Meanwhile, halfway up Spirit Crown Mountain.

A brutal melee was underway.

"Boom!"

With a deafening crash, Mu Chen's body slammed heavily into a boulder, shattering the hard rock.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His gaze remained as cold and calm as ice as he fixed it on Ji Xuan, surrounded by his companions ahead.

Just moments ago, he had forcefully suppressed Ji Xuan.

He had even driven Ji Xuan into dire straits for a time.

But Ji Xuan was still Ji Xuan.

He had never cared about the fairness of one-on-one combat.

At his command, several hidden Third-level Spirit Bodies instantly swarmed out, surrounding Mu Chen completely.

"Mu Chen, you really are strong."

Standing on high ground and looking down at the somewhat battered Mu Chen, a trace of wariness flashed through Ji Xuan's eyes.

But what filled them even more was viciousness:

"However, the Spirit Road isn't judged solely by individual prowess."

"Get him! Kill him regardless of whether he lives or dies!"

At Ji Xuan's command, countless fierce attacks poured toward Mu Chen like a torrential downpour.

Zhan Xiong, who was beside Mu Chen, fought to the death to block the attacks, taking a fatal blow for him.

"Brother Mu... go..."

Zhan Xiong's tall body crashed to the ground, his blood staining the earth red.

"Zhan Xiong!"

Looking at his companion lying in a pool of blood, Mu Chen's eyes instantly turned scarlet.

An indescribable ferocity erupted from within him. He was like an injured lone wolf that had been thoroughly enraged.

"You... all deserve to die!"

With a furious roar, Mu Chen charged forward instead of retreating, rushing into the crowd like a black bolt of lightning.

The attackers who had been charging forward so aggressively now discovered in terror that the young man before them was simply a madman!

He disregarded his own injuries, completely exchanging wounds for wounds and even fighting life for life.

"Pfft!"

A Third-level Spirit Body expert had his chest bones shattered by Mu Chen's punch. He flew backward and was clearly beyond saving.

"Crack!"

Another ambusher had his neck twisted by Mu Chen and collapsed limply to the ground.

In just a few moments, the blockers Ji Xuan had left behind had been slaughtered by Mu Chen alone, strewn about amid a field of corpses!

Blood dyed the mountain path red, and the thick stench of blood was nauseating.

At that moment, Mu Chen was drenched in blood, looking like a god of slaughter descended into the world.

Breathing heavily, he looked past the corpses covering the ground toward the narrow path leading to the mountaintop.

There, Ji Xuan's figure was already about to vanish into the clouds and mist.

"Ji Xuan..."

Mu Chen clenched his teeth and forced the two words through them.

Without the slightest hesitation, he dragged his battered body toward the mountaintop.

Atop the mountain, clouds and mist swirled.

An ancient stone platform stood quietly among the clouds.

A golden banner fluttered in the wind atop the platform. Complex spirit patterns were embroidered across its surface, radiating an ancient and imposing aura.

That was the ultimate symbol of the Spirit Road—the Spirit Crown Banner.

Whoever claimed this banner would stand at the pinnacle of the Spirit Road.

As Ji Xuan looked at the banner, the greed in his eyes nearly overflowed.

He walked toward the stone platform one step at a time, each step seeming to fall upon the clouds.

"This Spirit Crown will be mine in the end!"

However, just as his hand was about to touch the flagpole—

"Clang!"

A clear sword cry suddenly rang out.

Immediately afterward, an incomparably fierce sword aura swept across from the side, heading straight for Ji Xuan!

Ji Xuan's heart jolted. His body shot backward several yards, narrowly avoiding the strike.

After steadying himself, he looked up.

A silver-haired girl stood holding the Luoshen Sword, blocking the path he had to take.

On the other side, a male-bodied, female-featured youth in battle armor held a Long Spear, its tip pointed straight at Ji Xuan.

"Luo Li! Wu Ling!"

Ji Xuan's expression instantly darkened when he saw the two of them.

He had not expected them to join forces and stop him at this crucial moment.

"Want to take the Spirit Crown Banner? Have you asked the spear in my hands first?"

Wu Ling shook his Long Spear. Its tip sliced through the air, producing a sharp shriek.

Although his face was more handsome than any woman's, his eyes were now filled with arrogant, unyielding battle intent.

Luo Li said nothing. She merely held the Luoshen Sword horizontally before her.

Cold light flowed across the blade, reflecting in her chilly eyes.

Her meaning could not have been clearer—this path was blocked.

Looking at the two obstacles before him, a vicious glint flashed through Ji Xuan's eyes.

"You two think you can stop me?"

He let out a cold laugh as spiritual energy surged around his body, and he prepared to force his way through.

Just then, a rapid sound of something tearing through the air came from the clouds and mist below the mountain.

"What if you add me to the mix?"

A slightly hoarse voice rang out.

Ji Xuan abruptly turned around, only to see a blood-soaked figure charging out of the clouds and mist.

Those scarlet eyes stared fixedly at him, as though they wanted to devour him alive.

It was Mu Chen!

And behind Mu Chen—

A golden figure followed close behind. It was a girl clad in golden battle armor: Wen Qingxuan.

"Ji Xuan, you've been counting your chickens far too loudly!"

Wen Qingxuan snorted coldly, her Long Spear pointed straight at Ji Xuan.

At almost the same moment, a black figure appeared like a ghost at the edge of the cliff on the other side.

Bing Tianxiao held a longbow, a black-feathered arrow already nocked on the string.

"Well, this is lively. Looks like I arrived at just the right time."

For a moment, the atmosphere atop Spirit Crown Mountain froze to the extreme.

"The Spirit Crown..."

Ji Xuan's gaze swept over everyone before finally landing on the golden banner. A trace of madness flashed in the depths of his eyes.

However, before he could make a move, a roar brimming with savage fury shattered the silence.

"Ji Xuan! Give me your life!"

Mu Chen did not even glance at the Spirit Crown Banner, the symbol of supreme honor.

At that moment, his eyes held only Ji Xuan's loathsome face.

Boom!

The rocks beneath Mu Chen's feet instantly cracked apart. Wrapped in overwhelming killing intent, he lunged straight at Ji Xuan.

"Madman!"

Ji Xuan's expression changed, and he hurriedly retreated.

Although he was arrogant, he did not dare to confront Mu Chen head-on in this state, when Mu Chen had completely abandoned any concern for his own life.

His figure slid leftward like a ghost. At the same time, he gathered strength in his hand, preparing to deliver a fatal counterattack against Mu Chen.

The instant Ji Xuan moved—

"Bang!"

A deep, thunderous vibration of the bowstring suddenly exploded.

A pitch-black feathered arrow seemed to have predicted Ji Xuan's retreat. It shot with incomparable precision toward the spot where he was about to land!

This arrow was as fast as lightning!

Ji Xuan's pupils contracted. The chilling sensation at his back forced him to twist his waist violently.

The attack he had been preparing to launch instantly fell apart, leaving him able only to raise his arm in a hasty block.

"Pfft!"

The arrow grazed his arm as it flew past, bringing a trail of blood with it.

Although it had missed his vital points, the arrow had completely disrupted Ji Xuan's rhythm.