C16 Zhan Muxiong

"I told you, call me Young Patriarch from now on." Mu Xiong walked out of the hall, and looked straight at Mu Yun, his eyes filled with disdain, "This is Mu Family, let's see who can kill me, and who will dare to kill me."

"You are qualified to be the junior clan leader." Mu Yun shouted in anger. With a flip of his arm, the cloud began to vibrate as a yellow light began to circulate. It then issued a clanging sword hum. It could also feel the anger within Mu Yun's heart.

Mu Yun moved forward and appeared in front of Mu Xiong in the blink of an eye. He slashed horizontally at Mu Xiong's waist.

"Hmph, petty tricks." Mu Xiong stomped his feet on the ground, passing over Mu Yun's head, and lightly landed in the courtyard, "I want to let you know, you are no longer that monstrous genius, and I am no longer the one that was trampled by you."

Mu Yun did not reply. His sword slashed through the air. He turned around and stabbed towards Mu Xiong without a pause.

Yellow light flowed as it dragged its long tail. Like a yellow demonic python, it charged out of the cave and struck its prey in a fatal blow. Swift as lightning with the momentum of a clap of thunder, this was Mu Yun's full strength attack and also Mu Yun's fatal attack.

Mu Xiong had a sneer on his face, but he didn't do anything. A three feet long blade suddenly appeared in his hand. The blade's body was straight, flowing with a ghostly light, and its edge was revealed.

With a light push, the tip of the sword made contact with the clouds, causing Mu Yun's Sword Force to change direction and brush past Mu Xiong's left shoulder.

"How is this possible?" Mu Yun was surprised. He was very clear that the power of this sword attack was at the peak of Martial Essence and with his previous strength, he definitely could not dodge it. Not to mention that it was lightly pushed aside like Mu Xiong, unless …

Sure enough, just as Mu Yun made his guess, Mu Xiong's aura exploded forth. His Martial Profound Stage rose and dense spiritual energy lingered around him. It was slightly golden, and under the glare of the scorching sun, it was even more dazzling and eye-catching.

"What? You're quite surprised, right? Don't think that you're the only one who can improve." Mu Xiong had a relaxed expression with disdain, ridicule and killing intent.

He did not expect Mu Xiong to have broken through to the Martial Profound Stage, but he knew that today, Mu Xiong would definitely die. No matter if it was Martial Essence Stage or him being in Martial Sect Stage, even if he was in Martial Sect Stage, as long as Mu Yun said the word, he would die on the spot.

She was, of course, Ah Mei, who had lost her life, who was always wearing a green skirt, and who was a beautiful figure that he couldn't and wouldn't let go of in his mind.

Mu Yun currently had Martial Essence, with the third sword of the Ninth Layer Sword, adding on the grayish-white spirit energy, there was no problem for him to defeat someone at the peak of Martial Essence, but there was a difference of several times between the peak of Martial Essence and his Martial Profound Stage, and there were even some freaks who could pull the difference to ten times the distance.

"Ah!" Mu Yun roared towards the sky as if he wanted to vent all of his anger and resentment. Why? He wasn't even given the chance to take revenge with his own hands. Although he could easily insta-kill Mu Xiong with a little more time, he wasn't willing to wait any longer, nor was he willing to let that ghost wait any longer.

"Mu Xiong, hand over your life." When Mu Hai saw Mu Yun's pained expression, he immediately rushed towards Mu Xiong with his sword raised.

"An ant." Mu Xiong didn't even look at Mu Hai, he only slashed at the Longsword in Mu Hai's hands. Mu Hai was sent flying by a huge force, leaving a trail of blood in the air.

"So what if you have Martial Profound Stage? Kill! " At this moment, Mu Yun's eyes were bloodshot and his face was twisted. He could only feel his head buzzing. He only had one thought in his mind, and that was to kill the person in front of him.

Clouds began to tremble as sword lights gathered together. Red, orange, and yellow, the three colors alternated as they appeared above the clouds. With a heavy stomp, the floor tiles shattered into pieces. Mu Yun was lifted off the ground, and with a stomp, he instantly appeared in front of Mu Xiong. With unparalleled momentum, he hacked at Mu Xiong's left shoulder.

"Hmph." With a cold snort, Mu Xiong didn't dodge at all and waved his sword to slash at him. Right now, he was extremely confident, if he couldn't even beat Mu Yun, who was at Martial Essence, then his life would really be in vain.

Boom!" The two swords clashed, creating a huge explosion. Wave after wave of ripples spread out, and Mu Yun also flew backwards from the impact, landing heavily on the ground.

"Too weak, I'm still too weak." Mu Yun stood up, and the cloud once again lit up with a yellow sword light as he quickly went up. The cloud danced densely, hacking, piercing, chopping, and lifting up like a demon python swimming around Mu Xiong. Every move contained anger, and every move was filled with killing intent.

On the other hand, Mu Xiong had a face of relaxation and comfort. The three foot long blade in his hand dashed left and right, and he patted up and down to block. He seemed very casual and he didn't even move a single step.

… ….

There were only two or three middle-aged men. They were the higher ups of the Mu Family, the various great elders, the managers, the attendants, and of course, the Patriarch of the Mu Family, Mu Xiong's father, Mu Qian.

"Patriarch, I really didn't expect that the Young Patriarch had already advanced into the Martial Profound Stage. This is truly a cause for celebration." A supervisor, Mu Yuan, said with a smile.

"Of course, the clan leader's talent has always been exceptional, and Martial Profound Stage has only been a child's play." Another manager, Mu Bo, also interrupted at the right time.

"Patriarch, according to what I said, since Mu Yun is a repeat offender, he should be handed over to us, the Law Enforcement Hall, to punish." Law Enforcement Hall Elder Mu Xin said in a muffled voice.

"As for the matters between youngsters, leave it to the youngsters to handle. Let's take this opportunity to let Xiong'er establish his might in front of the disciples of Mu Family, which will be greatly beneficial to him in the future when he takes over the position of Patriarch." Mu Qian lightly stroked his beard as he watched the battle in the distance with a smile on his face.

A group of higher ups of the Mu Family were discussing here. Little did they know that on the roof of this pavilion, two aged figures were also standing there. Their eyes were deeply focused on the battle that was happening in the distance.

"Xiaoyun, do you think Mu Yun can beat Mu Xiong?" The one who spoke was the Pavilion Elder, and the one beside him was Mu Xiaoyun, also a Highest Elder of the Mu Family.

"Great Grandfather, I feel that it will be very difficult for Mu Yun to defeat Mu Xiong. Although he successfully refined the first three swords of the Ninth Layer Sword, Mu Xiong still possessed Martial Profound Stage. "How about I capture Mu Xiong and leave him to handle it?" Mu Xiaoyun respectfully said to the Pavilion Elder.

"Not at the moment. Mu Yun's heart is filled with anger. If he doesn't vent it, it will not benefit his future cultivation. Let's wait a little longer." The corners of the Pavilion Elder's mouth curled up in a smile, and his gaze turned even more profound.

… ….

At this time, on the battlefield, in a short span of a dozen breaths, Mu Yun's storm-like attacks were all easily resolved by Mu Xiong. At this time, on the battlefield, in a short span of a dozen breaths, Mu Yun's storm-like attacks were easily resolved by Mu Xiong.

With a "dang," Mu Yun was sent flying again. Blood trickled out from the corner of his mouth. However, his face still had a crazy, bloodthirsty craziness.

Just at this moment, the broken sword in Mu Yun's body hummed and shook. Another gray figurine appeared in Mu Yun's mind and started to practice the Ninth Layer Sword. However, this time, it was only the first three swords.

Each move, from slow to fast, from simple to complex; from fast to slow, from complex to simple … Finally, the three sword strikes combined into one sword strike, and the red, orange, and yellow colors combined into a gray color.

Mu Yun felt the changes in his mind. He closed his eyes and his heart and mind went with his heart. The cloud in his hand danced like the little gray man in his dantian. It moved from slow to fast, from simple to complex; from fast to slow, from complex to simple...

"Mu Xiong, go to hell." Mu Yun leaped up and with a twist of his body, he appeared on top of Mu Xiong's head. His speed was so fast that no one could clearly see him as he viciously swung his sword down.

The sword light was grayish-white, not as dazzling as the red. It was not as bright as the orange, nor as gentle as the yellow. It was just a grayish-white, ruined type of grayish-white.

However, it was this greyish white sword that made Mu Xiong feel that it was faster and fiercer than any previous strikes. It made him unable to dodge or block it.

"What's going on? "Impossible, this piece of trash cannot have such a strong attack power." Mu Xiong instantly broke out in a cold sweat. He was extremely regretful in his heart. Why didn't he kill him earlier and play around with him? Now he was going to bring disaster upon himself.

"Evil creature, stop." A shout, containing unparalleled strength, resounded through the entire Mu Family.

When Mu Yun heard this shout, his mind shook and his breathing instantly became disorderly. The Sword of Slash had slowed down by a bit.

And it was precisely this small amount that allowed Mu Xiong to find an opening and swing his sword to deflect Mu Yun's sword. He then quickly retreated backwards.

In the distance, more than a dozen figures appeared in the courtyard of the main house with a few jumps above the pavilion.