Mu Chen waited for a chance to strike back, carefully searching for flaws in Mo Cheng's defenses. But Mo Cheng's combat experience was exceptionally seasoned, and after all this time, Mu Chen could not find the slightest opening.
Gritting his teeth, a fierce glint rose in Mu Chen's eyes. "If there's no opportunity, then I'll create one!"
Withdrawing his sword, Mu Chen pretended that his Dou Qi was depleted. After forcefully taking one of Mo Cheng's spear strikes, he was blasted backward. Gripping the sword with both hands, he drove the Ink Shadow Sword into the yellow sand and slid across it, carving a trail seven or eight meters long before neutralizing the force of Mo Cheng's attack. His arms had gone numb from the impact.
Seeing this, killing intent surged in Mo Cheng's eyes. He transformed into a gust of wind and shot forward at terrifying speed. His powerful Dou Qi erupted, then turned into a flowing current of wind that completely enveloped Mu Chen, preventing him from escaping freely.
A sinister look appeared on Mo Cheng's tree-bark-like face as he laughed cruelly. "Brat, the game of cat and mouse is over. I'll take your head and the organs in your body back to make specimens.
"You're the first person who has ever held out against me for so long at the Dou Master level."
"Die in peace!" With a savage grin, Mo Cheng gripped his spear in both hands and lightly leaped up. The sharp spearhead then plunged rapidly toward Mu Chen's brow.
At that moment, a mocking smile suddenly appeared on Mu Chen's face. The Purple Cloud Wings behind him sprang open in an instant, and Purple Flame surged forth, burning away Mo Cheng's suppressive aura. With a light flap of his wings, Mu Chen shot into