Mu Yunxi's fury and rise

The flames of a Peak Martial Saint's fury were simply beyond what Mu Yunxi could withstand at that moment.

Yet her heart, the heart of a powerhouse that yearned to grow stronger, would not permit the slightest retreat or fear. Even facing a Peak Martial Saint head-on, she, Mu Yunxi, would never let her dignity and proud backbone be broken.

Her resolute, cold eyes stared fiercely at Old Chancellor Zhu, storm-like fury brewing in their pitch-black depths.

Her unbridled soul was fully unleashed at that moment, stubborn and arrogant, overbearing and wild, like a sharp sword radiating its cutting edge!

Watching Mu Yunxi like this, Old Chancellor Zhu abruptly narrowed his eyes, which gleamed with shrewdness and fury, before revealing boundless killing intent.

Since when had the Mu Clan produced such a formidable junior? She absolutely could not be allowed to grow, or she would certainly become a stumbling block for his Zhu Clan.

Kill her. He had to kill this junior before she grew stronger!

"So what if I crippled him? Since you dared hurt my second brother, I'll make you pay blood for blood!"

Just as everyone thought Old Chancellor Zhu had suppressed Mu Yunxi, she suddenly moved.

The Ghost Bewildering Trace Steps propelled Mu Yunxi toward Zhu Jianqiang like a whirlwind.

Her white afterimage resembled a startled swan wheeling through the air.

"Heavens, what's Ninth Miss Mu trying to do? Has she gone mad?"

"Look, Ninth Miss Mu is heading toward the Zhu Clan's eldest young master!"

"Could Ninth Miss Mu still be trying to avenge Second Young Master Mu, taking a tooth for a tooth by crippling the Zhu Clan's eldest young master's dantian?"

"Possibly, but Ninth Miss Mu probably can't pull it off, can she? The Zhu Clan's old chancellor is still here. She'd better not send herself down the road to death!"

The melon-eating crowd watched Mu Yunxi's flashing afterimage with worried, shocked faces, their emotions surging.

"Ninth Sister, Xi'er, come back! It's dangerous! Cough, cough-"

Mu Yunmo's face was full of anxiety and concern as he watched Mu Yunxi dart away. For the first time, he hated his own weakness so much, hated that he could not protect his little sister!

"Junior of the Mu Clan, since you're seeking death, I'll grant your wish!" Old Chancellor Zhu watched Mu Yunxi viciously, murderous intent chilling the depths of his cloudy eyes.

The formidable force of a Peak Martial Saint's palm strike swept toward Mu Yunxi.

Hidden nearby, Jun Ling had sensed that Mu Yunxi was in danger and rushed over. The moment he saw that damned little woman looking utterly reckless with her life, concern appeared on his noble, unworldly face for the first time.

Even he failed to notice his concern for Mu Yunxi, or the fists he had clenched in tension.

"Damned woman, do you have a death wish?"

Yet, at that moment, everyone thought Mu Yunxi was courting death and would die at Old Chancellor Zhu's hands in the next second.

Even the sisters Mu Yuyan and Mu Luoyan, concealed in the shadows, thought the same with vicious, twisted delight.

But just as that mighty palm strike, carrying the power of a Peak Martial Saint, came crashing down, Mu Yunxi suddenly vanished before everyone's eyes.

"Huh? Where is she? Why did Ninth Miss Mu suddenly disappear?"

"Heavens, that move of Ninth Miss Mu's was so cool! How did a living, breathing person suddenly vanish?"

Mu Yunxi's sudden disappearance made Old Chancellor Zhu's face darken, and the killing intent in his shrewd, cloudy eyes intensified.

Mu Yuyan and Mu Luoyan looked utterly unreconciled, while Mu Yunmo let out a soft sigh of relief.

"Little thing, you really do love giving people a scare. But you're also becoming harder and harder to let go of!"

Seeing Mu Yunxi vanish into thin air, Jun Ling could not help sighing in relief. A faint curve touched his lips; he looked aloof and ethereal, yet he was in a good mood.

Others could not see where his little thing was, but he could. His cool, deep eyes glanced lightly at a spot above, and he laughed silently to himself.

"Little thief of the Mu Clan, get out here! Don't think you can escape death by playing ghostly tricks!"

Old Chancellor Zhu bellowed furiously, his shrewd, cloudy, vicious eyes sweeping coldly over his surroundings.

"Heh, old thief of the Pig Clan, are you looking for me?"

Mu Yunxi's clear, mocking sneer suddenly rang out from above, startling everyone present into looking toward the source of her voice.

"Damned little thief, die!"

The moment he spotted Mu Yunxi, Old Chancellor Zhu unleashed another palm strike, blasting it toward her.

Mu Yunxi watched the trajectories of Old Chancellor Zhu's moving hands, a faint gleam flashing deep in her eyes.

The next second, just as that formidable palm strike swept toward her, Mu Yunxi's figure flashed again.

This time, she swung her fist, bypassing Old Chancellor Zhu and striking at Zhu Jianqiang, who lay on the ground with the tendons in his wrists and ankles severed.

Her brutal fist slammed into Zhu Jianqiang like a jack, landing precisely on his dantian.

Bang-

"No-"

"Don't-"

As the heavy impact rang out, Old Chancellor Zhu's expression changed drastically, and he cried out in alarm.

Zhu Jianqiang's agonized eyes filled with deathly gray despair, his face stricken with shock.

He had never imagined that a worthless piece of trash would cripple him so thoroughly. The deathly gray depths of his eyes went completely dark.

"Heavens, what did I just see? Ninth Miss Mu, a piece of trash without even any internal strength, actually bypassed a mighty Peak Martial Saint and crippled the Zhu Clan's eldest young master's dantian with one punch! That's terrifying!"

"That's more than terrifying. She's an absolute freak, a monster!"

"Fuck, who the hell used to say Ninth Miss Mu was trash? A monstrous freak like her is trash? I guarantee I won't beat him to death!"

Mu Yunxi's formidable fighting skills shocked everyone once again, washing away her former reputation as trash time after time.

Mu Yunmo stared blankly at Mu Yunxi, unprecedented shock deep in his eyes.

He had never known that his ninth sister's strength was actually so terrifyingly fierce. Alongside his relief, he could not help feeling a little despondent.

Perhaps it was just as well. From now on, he would be utterly worthless and could no longer protect his ninth sister. With her so powerful, he could rest easy!

"Little thief, you're courting death!"

This time, Mu Yunxi had thoroughly enraged Old Chancellor Zhu by blasting apart Zhu Jianqiang's dantian right before his eyes. His fury was not merely over Zhu Jianqiang being crippled, but also over Mu Yunxi's challenge to his authority.

Overwhelming viciousness and formidable pressure poured from Old Chancellor Zhu. This time, she had truly roused his absolute intent to kill.

"Little thing!"

Jun Ling's gaze sharpened, filled with concern. His silver-clad figure was just about to shoot forward when a furious roar suddenly came from afar.

"Zhu Yueshan, you old thief! Just try harming a hair on my precious granddaughter's head! See if I don't burn your entire chancellor's estate until even the chickens and dogs ascend to heaven and your bloodline is wiped out!"