When Niu Yuancheng arrived with a clear killing intent, the first to resist were not the other martial artists in the mine, but Mu Changchun, who claimed to be his uncle and had called Daocheng his nephew for over a month.
He resolutely unleashed a soft yet powerful palm strike at Dao Chengyi, sending him into the ground where the earth and rocks silently buried everything.
"Ha, I always thought the Mu family's Changchun was just a rumor, but I never imagined it was true. He would go to such lengths for someone who isn't even a descendant of the Mu family."
Niu Yuancheng looked at the chaotic compass in his hand. This device, which could pinpoint and track Dao Chengyi's scattered flesh and blood, had become somewhat disturbed and inaccurate due to the power of the demon god.
But that's alright. Dao Chengyi will eventually leave the mine, and this chase won't end so easily. After all, no one can sleep soundly if such a genius lives on.
“Good families are bound to have good fortune, and that is the secret to how our Mu family has come to where it is today and is even surpassing your Niu family.”
"Moreover, how could you know that my goodness is not for the greater good?"
The mine was now filled with the deafening sounds of battle, with warriors entangled and fighting everywhere in sight. Overall, the situation was roughly evenly matched, but in reality, it was nothing more than stubborn resistance from those who had the advantage of terrain.
The only way to turn the tide now is to reverse the formation. Mu Changchun stared intently at the elder of the Niu family opposite him, an old man whose reputation was tarnished by his descendants, whose strength was unexpectedly hidden so deeply.
But the enemy didn't give them time to think; they launched a swift attack, and the sound of the flood, growing louder and louder, filled the surrounding air with a thick, humid atmosphere.
What came into view was a torrent of water extending from that fist, like a beast released from its cage, tearing everything in its path apart without any resistance.
With unparalleled force, the waves crashed against the mud and sand. Mu Changchun stood firmly on the ground, his hands moving in a circular motion. The soil around him rose up, forming a protective barrier. The brownish-yellow earth instantly transformed into hard rock, resisting the onslaught.
Like a pillar in the middle of a stream, the water split in two, shattering the makeshift banquet venue and the stage just a short distance away. Mu Changchun, who had intended to escape underground, suddenly felt a chill and quickly retreated. In that instant, a point of icy white suddenly appeared in the center of the rock wall used for resistance, and then a transparent spear pierced through it, shooting out a pure spear aura towards Mu Changchun's position.
The blow finally landed on Mu Changchun's arm, and with just a touch, it turned into ice crystals that adhered to it. Mu Changchun reacted quickly and severed his own forearm.
"Impressive technique. You've actually mastered the Lesser Ice River Realm? You really did."
The artistic conception is a martial artist's perception of the world and is also a product of their own beliefs. It varies greatly from person to person, but it is often evolved from the martial arts they practice.
Therefore, once they reach the level of martial arts master, they have moved away from fixed moves and instead look at the visualization diagrams left by their predecessors to comprehend the artistic conception.
The Mu family's Fushan is based on Fushan Mountain, connecting different images, such as earth dragons rolling mountains, heavenly gods moving mountains, or bull demons trampling mountains. The evolution is different, but the essence is still the same: a mountain as the foundation and subjugation as the core.
The Niu family takes turbulent waves as their foundation and rivers and great streams as their inspiration, thus creating different imagery. Among them, the most difficult to master and the most destructive is this icy river.
"Since you know that, let's see how many moves you can withstand."
Niu Yuancheng spun the tip of his spear, and the wine that had been scattered on the ground condensed around him. As the snow-white spear touched the ground, the wine instantly transformed into an ice dragon that climbed the spear shaft. Ice spikes shot up from the ground, growing larger and larger until they reached Niu Changchun, where they were three or four lengths long, like spears.
At this moment, half of the area used for drinking and merrymaking was covered with ice spikes, and the chilling ice spread out along with the gradually seeping snow.
Anyone who failed to leave the battlefield in time had their bodily fluids freeze the moment they came into contact with the chill, spreading out and turning into an ice sculpture pierced by ice needles.
As Mu Changchun retreated, he also drew his weapon: a large sword with an oval tip and no sharp edge, its body a dull yellow color and exuding a sense of weight.
Frost stopped where the sword blade stood, but just half a step ahead, a phantom of a mountain range enveloped Mu Changchun, and a black-horned bull demon galloped through it, appearing behind Mu Changchun.
Both are realms of artistic conception. In terms of strength, Mu Changchun is inferior to Niu Yuancheng. The only thing he can rely on now is whether the Bull Demon Subduing Mountain realm, which he has comprehended over the past ten years in the mine, can counter the Frosty Ice River.
At this point, activating the formation was already a pipe dream. Seeing the formation jade in his hand shatter, Mu Changchun knew that the mine's resistance had ultimately failed.
But it doesn't matter, there's still a final, all-or-nothing move. If the enemy is determined to fight to the death, then we'll all stay and be buried with them.
Without further hesitation, he brandished his giant sword, commanding the mountains. After years of enlightenment, he merged with the power of the demon god, and his appearance changed drastically. Bull horns grew wildly, almost reaching the sky, his skin became rough and pure black, his hair grew thick and long, his face became deformed, and his head resembled a bull's head.
The illusory images of the mountains became increasingly vivid and clear, and the Bull Demon, also exuding a fierce aura, charged headlong towards Bull City.
The struggle was fierce, and neither side was allowed to participate. Some of the martial arts masters stationed in various parts of the mine had to retreat due to the change in circumstances, while the martial arts masters of the Niu family who launched the surprise attack also advanced steadily.
Blood splattered across the mine, flowing down the man-made terrain, accompanied by screams, pleas for mercy, rage, and ferocity. What was supposed to be a New Year celebration had instantly transformed into a bloody massacre.
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