War Staff Shows Its Might, Subduing the Tiger Like Slaughtering a Dog

"Brother, are you truly determined to set yourself against the Five Tigers of the Zhao Family?"

"I fear the price for doing so is one you cannot afford to pay."

Zhao Tiandu narrowed his eyes, his voice dropping to a low, heavy rumble.

Anyone familiar with him would know that he had already reached the peak of his fury.

"It's not as if this isn't open to negotiation~"

Mu Chen gestured toward the silver-haired girl standing aloof from the world, his tone firm. "I intend to take her with me. Hand her over, and I, Mu, will naturally withdraw."

Zhao Tiandu, who had been on the verge of showing joy, saw his expression darken instantly.

The Zhao Family Fierce Tiger who had previously had his thumb severed could no longer restrain himself. He waved his fists, restless and eager for a fight. "Big Brother, since he's courting death, then—"

"BOOM!!!"

The crowd felt a blur before their eyes. Before they could even process what had happened, the air was torn by a violent gust, and the Zhao Family Fierce Tiger known as A-Liang was sent flying backward like a ragdoll.

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, his eyes shut tight, and he collapsed limply to the ground, his life or death unknown.

"I despise people with no manners."

Mu Chen stood where the man had been, holding his battle staff, and spoke softly.

The remaining Zhao Family Fierce Tigers stared at the scene, shock and rage intertwined.

They were enraged that this youth was so audacious as to initiate the conflict.

They were shocked because the third brother, a half-step sixth-level expert whose physical tempering was arguably the best among the five, couldn't even withstand a single strike from Mu Chen. What kind of background did this person have?

"A-Liang!!"

Zhao Tiandu was the first to react, letting out a long roar as he charged forward with his palms raised.

The remaining three tigers followed suit, their eyes bloodshot, striking out with hatred.

"Clang!"

At this moment, the silver-haired girl moved.

Without a word, she drew her long black sword. Her lithe body twisted, dancing in mid-air to weave countless sword blossoms as she intercepted Zhao Tiandu, the strongest of the Five Tigers of the Zhao Family.

"Ahhh, get lost! Tiger Form Fist!"

No matter how furiously Zhao Tiandu attacked, the girl stood her ground, refusing to retreat.

She was creating an opening for Mu Chen!

Who said the Imperial Princess of the Luo God Clan was cold and aloof?

Look at how proactive she is!

Catching a glimpse of this from the corner of his eye, Mu Chen laughed and joined the fray.

He pulled his chest in and braced his back, sinking his energy into his dantian, and sent a single strike of his staff to shatter the joint attack of two men.

Bending his body, his muscles exploded with power as he leaped several yards away like a nimble leopard, closing in on the face of the remaining tiger for a short-range strike. His arms swayed, blending softness with rigidity.

The target Mu Chen had specifically chosen as his breakthrough point was the weakest of the Five Tigers of the Zhao Family.

Suddenly finding himself at close quarters with someone suspected to be of King-level strength, the man panicked. His movements became distorted, and the power of his strike weakened significantly.

Mu Chen seized the gap, striking his head with the Black Dragon Coils Around Pillar.

Blood seeped from the center of his brow; he swayed stiffly for a few moments before collapsing headfirst to the ground, the light of life rapidly fading from his eyes. He became the first soul to perish since the battle began.

"Fifth Brother!"

"Little Fifth!"

The two Zhao Family tigers who had been repelled by the staff strike witnessed this tragedy just as they were about to offer aid. They were overcome with grief, crying out in voices that sounded like weeping blood.

"Ah, devil! Give me back my fifth brother's life!"

Having witnessed their old brother killed and injured in quick succession, the two Zhao Family tigers—true to their nature as ruthless bandits—let their bloodlust take over. They abandoned all caution, adopting a suicidal style of trading life for injury, fierce and unrelenting.

The sorrow of one's own kind, nothing more.

"Oh? So the Zhao Family Five Dogs, who take pleasure in ambushing the old and weak and brutalizing the sick and disabled, are also capable of having feelings and shedding tears?"

Mu Chen was not in the least intimidated by this ferocity; instead, he sneered.

Demon-Subduing Staff Technique, first form: White Ape Exits Cave!

This staff style was like a pillar; if the heavens were to fall, the staff would hold them up.

As Mu Chen swung the staff, his black hair draped over his shoulders, his chest puffed out, and his spirit soared. His shout rang out like a thunderclap, possessing the aura of a wrathful Buddhist guardian.

Bang! The staff collided with flesh.

The Zhao Family Fierce Tiger who charged forward staggered, a striking blood-red mark instantly appearing on his chest. After all, this divine artifact was a Sovereign weapon.

Unexpectedly, the thug's nature flared up again. Instead of retreating, he pressed forward, his arms—muscles coiled like dragons—reaching out to grab the ancient battle staff with a death grip.

"Hahaha, heaven truly helps me!"

Another Zhao Family Fierce Tiger saw this and was overcome with wild joy.

Having fought side-by-side for so long, they were perfectly in sync, their minds connected.

Just as the former reached out to grip the Demon-Subduing Staff tightly, the latter clasped his fists together and, fearing no death, used his own body to slam directly into Mu Chen, who now held no weapon in his hands.

Squelch. The next moment, the Fierce Tiger felt a chill at his neck as a line of blood shot into the air. He widened his eyes in fury, trying to reach for the fatal wound with his hands.

Another flash of cold light swept past, slicing his entire head clean off.

Thud. The headless corpse sprayed several jets of blood before collapsing powerlessly to the ground.

"Hmm, this spirit weapon is indeed sharp."

Mu Chen held a snow-white short blade, squinting his eyes as he remarked.

That day, Wu Yingying had used this very dagger to assassinate him, and he had taken the opportunity to seize it.

How could anything belonging to the direct line of the Five Great Academies' masters be inferior?

Even if it wasn't as powerful as that giant crescent blade—a quasi-divine artifact—it was still a rare high-grade spirit weapon, capable of cutting through steel as if it were mud.

"What are you staring at? Who said one person is only allowed to use one spirit weapon?"

Mu Chen glared at the stunned Four Tigers of the Zhao Family.

Taking advantage of the opponent's trance and weakened grip, he yanked the Demon-Subduing Staff back, stepped forward swiftly, and swapped the staff for a palm strike.

The Four Tigers of the Zhao Family, having hurriedly snapped out of it, reached out to grab it again.

The ancient battle staff had already been retracted, shifting from void to reality, as he unleashed a Striding Tiger Ascends Mountain.

Bang. A dull thud echoed out, and this Fierce Tiger was blasted back once more.

"Dead, they're all dead, hehe..."

"Second brother and fifth brother are both dead, third brother is next, let them all die!"

The Four Tigers of the Zhao Family had lost their last precious chance to turn the tide of the battle.

Seeing that the situation was beyond saving, he simply gave up on himself, alternating between laughter and tears.

Mu Chen would not show the slightest bit of mercy.

Strike while the iron is hot!

He immediately twisted his waist and hips, swinging the staff in a horizontal sweep to the left, aiming directly for the man's vulnerable waist. With a shimmering light tracing the wall, this move was the Waist-Level Sweeping Technique!

Having lost all will to fight, the Four Tigers of the Zhao Family did not even dodge, letting the staff send him flying while he laughed hysterically.

This was clearly a man seeking death.

"Mu Chen, you scoundrel, how dare you!"

On another part of the battlefield, Zhao Tiandu, who had been watching all of this from afar, felt his eyes splitting with rage.

A ball of fury seemed to be burning within his chest, his entire body radiating a scorching heat, possessing the fierce might to boil the heavens and steam the seas.

"Tiger Form Fist, Tiger Bone!"

Endless rage drowned Zhao Tiandu.

Facing the hate-filled strike of a Half-Step Sovereign, the silver-haired girl tightened her grip on the black longsword. Her chest heaved, and her clear, bottomless eyes were filled with absolute calm.

Luo God Sword Art, One Sword Transforms into Luo Water!

The supreme princess of the Luo God Clan, holding the personal sword left behind by her ancestor, stepped with light, agile footwork and slashed down, condensing all her conviction into this single strike.

It was at this moment that the girl's peripheral vision caught a glimpse of that tall, slender figure standing still with his staff retracted, a burly corpse lying silently at his feet, blood pooling beneath it.

The Four Tigers of the Zhao Family, dead!

He is... so strong.

The intelligent and graceful silver-haired girl whispered silently in the depths of her heart.