Da Xuan Martial Saint

Chen Mu carefully examined the corpse left by the Wu Gu Marquis.

Seeing nothing of value within, Chen Mu quickly diverted his gaze and lightly pulled out the long spear used by the Wu Gu Marquis, feeling overwhelmingly heavy in his hands, as heavy as though it weighed a thousand catties.

"A fine spear."

He positioned this Spirit Weapon spear horizontally before him, scrutinizing it momentarily.

This was undoubtedly an earth-attributed Spirit Weapon, its core unquestionably a piece of Xuanhuang stone, weighing over a thousand catties, almost on par with the Evil-Breaking Thunder Spear, and even faintly approaching the standard of the Mysterious Heavenly Sword Diagram.

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For him at this stage, unless it was a Qiankun Spirit Weapon that perfectly matched, in his hands, whether it be a Houtu Spirit Weapon, Evil-Breaking Thunder Spear, or Cold Soul Spirit Blade, there wasn't much difference in their use.

However, such a Spirit Weapon was still a rare treasure for a Grandmaster, at the least it could be used to exchange for other resources that were useful to him, ultimately, it was another gain.

After casually swinging the Houtu Spirit Spear, Chen Mu turned around and proceeded forward along the muddy rock layer.

The Wu Gu Marquis was dead.

The nearby Earth's Veins had also returned to calm.

He no longer needed to forcibly break through those mud rock layers, utilizing the Qiankun Artistic Conception to harness everything around him, he smoothly traversed once again through the Earth's Veins and within a few steps, returned to the initial point of their skirmish.

This place was originally a Stone Cave forcefully excavated by the Wu Gu Marquis, but afterwards, it was buried by him as he fled.

Chen Mu quickly found Murong Yan in a corner, curled up and motionless.

Whoosh.

Chen Mu raised his hand, tore apart the nearby rock layer, created a space and said to Murong Yan,

"Sister Murong, it's over now."

Murong Yan didn't show any embarrassment, being inherently disadvantaged in underground maneuvering and not adept in traversing Earth's Veins. She found it extremely difficult even to shield herself from the aftershocks of the clashes between Chen Mu and the Wu Gu Marquis, naturally, she couldn't have followed and had just waited in place.

Seeing Chen Mu return relaxed her heart.

Although she was certain Chen Mu would win, the underground was, after all, the Wu Gu Marquis's stronghold, and she worried that if the opposite party had any traps or tactics, perhaps Chen Mu would suffer, but evidently the battle had claimed swiftly.

As Murong Yan stood up anew, noticing the Houtu Spirit Spear in Chen Mu's hand, a glint flashed through her eyes, and she couldn't help but whisper, "Is this the Wu Gu Marquis's Spirit Weapon? Has the Wu Gu Marquis..."

"If he hadn't approached me initially, in these depths, I might have been unable to do anything to him," Chen Mu said evenly, "He was too confident in his own strength."

Hearing Chen Mu's words,

Murong Yan took a deep breath.

Indeed.

As Chen Mu said, the underground was absolutely the Wu Gu Marquis's territory, where even if he encountered three or four top Grandmasters of the same level, he would not fear them and could ensure a safe retreat even if outmatched.

He truly wasn't very fearful of the Seven Profound Sect's ambush; even if many Grandmasters from the Seven Profound Sect were to emerge, they can't control him underground, unless an Ancestor from the Blood Exchange Realm took action.

It was this confidence that cost him his life.

Nevertheless, such a realization still caused Murong Yan's heart to surge with rolling tides, hard to calm, considering that this was the Wu Gu Marquis, a top Grandmaster, one among the many Grandmasters of Cold North Path, whose strength could even rank in the top ten!

Stronger than Wu Gu Marquis, not counting the Blood Exchange Realm entities, there wouldn't be more than five in the entire Cold North Path; including those of the Blood Exchange Realm, not more than twenty. A top Grandmaster isn't just for show but truly represents reaching the pinnacle of strength in the Cold North Path of the Eleven States, with hardly any rivals.

And yet such a figure had died underground, at his own advantageous terrain.

"Let's go,"

Chen Mu said to Murong Yan, "Let's see how the battle between the Foreign Race's Military Formation and the Mystic Tortoise is faring."

Murong Yan nodded slightly.

If it had been she herself, after leading the Mystic Tortoise to the Foreign Race's camp, she would definitely have turned and fled, the farther the better. It was only Chen Mu who, with the strength to eliminate the Wu Gu Marquis, had the confidence to not rush to leave and continued to observe the battle situation.

"Forgive my boldness."

Chen Mu, seeing Murong Yan respond, nodded slightly to her, then moved forward, put his hand on her shoulder, and then ascended through the mud rock layer all the way upwards, bursting through the ground in an instant.

The two of them found themselves in a rugged region of hills, approximately ten li away from where the Mystic Tortoise and the Foreign Race's Military Formation were clashing, and the sound of booming like rolling thunder could still be heard, indicating a fierce battle was ongoing.

Looking distantly,

One could see that the Foreign Race's Military Formation was still maintaining a defensive posture, deployed in a Tortoise Shell Formation, not trapping the Mystic Tortoise within but clearly had no intention of attempting to entrap and kill the Mystic Tortoise.

"Roar!!!"

The Mystic Tortoise continued to bellow in anger, as the Cloud Sea above, visibly swirling like a tornado from its force, was being torn apart strand by strand, transforming into waves that swept across, yet it could never break through the defending Military Formation.

And as it occasionally delivered a tail swipe, the fierce attack that even Chen Mu found hard to directly withstand was also blocked by the Vigorous force condensed by the entire Military Formation, merely stirring layers of ripples across the dry yellow defensive wall, yet ultimately unable to forcefully tear it apart.

"These Foreign Races truly are cautious."