Severely Injuring Mu Chen

Flames burned fiercely.

Mu Chen had already charged over. Nine Spirit Rings descended around him as an immense aura gathered, while flames filled the sky and scorched everything in their path.

Relying on the formidable strength of a Titled Douluo, he passed through the range of Lord Flame in an instant and charged straight into it.

But the moment he entered, Mu Chen realized something was wrong.

After entering, even the Soul Power within his body began to ignite.

This power did not seem to originate from within a person, nor did it rely on Soul Power. Instead, it drew upon the elements in the surroundings.

All fire elements were ignited in an instant, and this ignition had no limits.

Thus, even when he used flames himself, his power was briefly ignited and even affected in reverse.

Mu Chen halted, his brows knitting tightly as his will to fight suddenly plummeted.

Especially when he looked at his daughter and found that neither she nor Tang Wulin was dead.

Although his daughter had lost an arm, and it had even vanished completely, at least her life had been preserved.

Looking at Mu Chen, Li Moxun calmly raised the long saber in his hand.

Veins continuously bulged across his body. His originally refined features turned savage in an instant as the veins protruded.

Layers of dark skin began to emerge over his body, and within that skin, black scales slowly formed one after another.

The scales clung to his body, while the flames around him burned ever more violently.

The surrounding flames had even burned through the ground, thoroughly melting through the asphalt road as waves of unpleasant odors spread.

This was, after all, the city center. Before long, lights began turning on in the windows of the buildings on both sides.

The droning engines and sirens of ambulances and city police could already be heard in the distance.

But Li Moxun did not care about such things. He merely gazed calmly at Mu Chen.

Because compared to Mu Xi, the one truly responsible for this outcome was this father who spoiled his child.

Whether Mu Chen had stopped his daughter earlier or treated him more fairly, neither would have led to the current result.

Mu Chen had roughly five opportunities to prevent this misunderstanding.

If he had intervened at any one of them, Li Moxun might still have disliked the two of them, but he ultimately would not have sent a clone here to act.

Yet Mu Chen had not stopped it even once. That was why Li Moxun had made his move.

Looking at Mu Chen, Li Moxun said nothing.

He did not pay Mu Chen any attention either. His body suddenly shot forward, terrifying power carrying absolute destructive force as his Soul Guidance saber slashed down fiercely.

Mu Chen raised his hands. Flames enveloped both of them as he threw back his head and roared.

Lord Flame collided with fire, and explosions rang out one after another.

In almost an instant, the road, already softened by the heat, completely gave way.

As the ground collapsed, the two of them instantly fell into the underground drainage tunnels.

Water flowed slowly through the deep underground passage, but in less than two seconds, it was vaporized.

Li Moxun's expression did not change in the slightest. He launched forward in a mad assault, attacking without defending.

He did not care how severely injured he might become. His only goal was to grievously wound Mu Chen—or kill him.

Mu Chen noticed Li Moxun's actions as well.

The anger in his eyes began to turn into apprehension, even fear.

An existence not much weaker than himself was throwing everything away to destroy him. Even Mu Chen could not understand such a reckless, life-risking fighting style.

He could not understand why the other party would do this.

If the other party truly wanted to make him regret it, or bore a blood-deep grudge against him, then he should have killed his daughter before fighting him to the death.

Instead, he had spared his daughter and disciple, only to prepare to grievously wound him.

But Mu Chen had no time to think about that now.

As the seventh Spirit Ring on his body suddenly lit up, his form began to transform into a massive sun.

This sun was different from an ordinary sun. It did not possess the terrifying power of a normal sun martial soul, containing only a dazzling force of flame.

Yet as the flames burned wildly, the Lord Flame around Li Moxun unexpectedly began to grow increasingly scorching.

The young man suddenly clenched his hand, and the flames within his palm began to twist continuously.

The already terrifying temperature intensified further. Amid the flames that had originally been their normal color, a faint trace of white appeared.

As that white emerged, Li Moxun's right arm was instantly ignited.

And as his arm burned, that white speck of light grew increasingly intense.

The next second, Li Moxun took a step forward and slammed his right hand fiercely onto the massive sun.

Countless flames scorched Li Moxun's body, carving several gashes across him.

Even the areas covered by black dragon armor were still torn open by several gashes.

But his right arm had already plunged into the enormous sun.

At first, the normal flames burning against it caused no significant change to the sun, until that wisp of white flame made contact.

An incomparably terrifying heat descended without warning, followed by a low cry of agony.

Mu Chen's figure materialized, his chest and abdomen directly pierced through.

He stared at Li Moxun in disbelief, his eyes filled with terror.

As a nine-ringed Titled Douluo, he had actually been forcibly suppressed when facing his opponent. Mu Chen found this utterly incomprehensible.

Yet he still hurriedly leaped backward.

He could feel that his martial soul was being utterly restrained by the other's martial soul—or rather, severely suppressed by the other's abilities.

Those terrifying flames could burn away his power, causing Mu Chen to grow weaker and weaker.

Li Moxun's expression remained calm as he watched Mu Chen.

With a tap of his foot, just one second before he raised his hand to deliver a final blow and completely kill Mu Chen, a cold snort rang out.

As that cold snort sounded, a woman in a red qipao stood silently in midair.

The woman's black hair drifted in the wind. Her eyes, looking down from above, were filled with arrogance and pride as she gazed at Li Moxun.

As she raised her hand, a massive flaming phoenix rose into the sky behind her.

Its cries rang out one after another. The woman stared at Li Moxun and casually pointed at him. The next second, Li Moxun's body was directly pierced through.

As he felt his body beginning to break apart piece by piece, Li Moxun's expression merely turned somewhat strange.

He looked at the woman, his gaze pausing for a second on her cold face, his eyes carrying a hint of helplessness.

He had already recognized who she was.

One of the Spirit Pagoda's vice masters, the ninety-eighth-ranked Heavenly Phoenix Douluo, Leng Yaozhu.

She was one of the Spirit Pagoda's core powerhouses.

Li Moxun had not expected her to come to a place like Eastsea City, much less to strike directly.

Still, this was enough.

Looking at the heavily wounded Mu Chen, Li Moxun remained calm.

Although he had not killed him, the effects of this punishment would take at least one or two years to fully recover from.

Yet before dying, Li Moxun fixed his gaze on Leng Yaozhu and ultimately raised his hand.

A terrifying flaming wheel of light slashed down. The fifth-grade Soul Tool shattered, while that dreadful strike shot directly toward Leng Yaozhu in midair.