Eternal Life Starts as a Hunter-Chapter 358 - 138: Paradise Garden’s Xínghái Slays Fifth Grade, The Enemy Is Right Beside Us!
Mu Chen turned around, suddenly flicking his hand, a paperweight wrapped in green light shot towards Peng Ming like a meteor.
From Peng Ming’s sleeve, a spiritual artifact in the form of a pennant flew out, surrounded by a black aura, resembling a piece of black cloth, enveloping the green glow of the paperweight. The green light was instantly obscured, and the black aura on the pennant surged, slightly weakening the green light on the paperweight.
The corrosive sound of "sizzle" was incessant, and it seemed as though it was about to hit the ground.
Mu Chen’s face darkened, feeling a bit helpless.
This paperweight was, after all, the first spiritual artifact forged by that little brother, truly the bottom-tier artifact of the Spiritual Artifact Realm, and perhaps only comparable to the spiritual artifacts that other Weapon Forgers crafted when they first started.
However, his Source Blood, or rather the Source Blood of many Fifth Grade powerhouses in the Divine Wood Hall, possessed the ability to self-heal when combined with spiritual artifacts.
Thus, it was enough to withstand this corrosive force.
With a thought, the "blood bond" between him and the spiritual artifact was born instantly.
"Break!"
Mu Chen moved his finger.
The black aura enveloping the paperweight ruptured like a bag blocking light, and the green light shot through. The paperweight flew out, continuing its trajectory towards Peng Ming.
Peng Ming was not in a hurry; a palm-sized petal, with blistering red on the outside and filled with black spots on the inside, flew out from his arms.
The petal momentarily blocked the paperweight and then demonstrated exaggerated flexibility, instantly enlarging and enwrapping the paperweight once more.
Black aura and green light began their contest again.
Mu Chen and Peng Ming engaged in a back-and-forth battle, exchanging multiple rounds quickly.
"Liu Wenlou, aren’t you going to make a move?!" Mu Chen shouted harshly.
With this shout, the Liu Family members beside the tree seemed to make up their minds and directly intervened.
As they took action, a fiery red long blade flew out.
However, the blade’s light streaked towards Mu Chen.
Mu Chen felt his skin prickling with goosebumps, but fortunately, he was a seasoned fighter, unlike the Liu Family members who rarely ventured out. Taking advantage of this disparity, he agilely dodged and reacted.
As he dodged, the blade pursued.
And a small shield flew out from Mu Chen’s waist, blocking the chasing blade.
Boom!!
Mu Chen was forced to the ground by the force on the blade, causing dirt and stones to splash up amidst heavy smoke.
Peng Ming glanced at Liu Wenlou, secretly cursing "useless fool," yet outwardly smiling, saying, "Brother Liu, we can’t let him escape."
Liu Wenlou sneered, "He can’t get away."
In the dust, Mu Chen was unharmed, narrowing his eyes slightly. The Liu Family’s betrayal was far beyond his expectations, for with Master Zhu defecting to the Black Lotus Thieves, the goal must be to annihilate everyone on the Jing Family’s side. This included the Guo Family before and now the Liu Family. So... how could the Liu Family betray?
But thinking further, Mu Chen realized the Liu Family seemed to be a new family aligned with the Divine Wood Hall, having joined only over a century ago. Coincidentally, this was around the time of the Lotus Sect’s mysterious disappearance...
Thinking this way, he suddenly understood.
The Lotus Sect had been preparing for over a hundred years and only now made their return. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
And in other sects, there were numerous spies of the Lotus Sect!
Mu Chen gritted his teeth, scanning his surroundings warily, realizing he had to deliver this information.
Suddenly he spotted a chance and prepared to rush out.
But at that moment, his nose twitched, his eyes brightened, and he involuntarily praised in his heart, "What a fragrance."
Then, his body seemed to have lost control, walking out of the smoke to a clearing.
There in the clearing was a flower pot.
In the pot was an ornate paper flower.
The flower swung gently in the wind, emitting a sinister cold fragrance.
Mu Chen staggered towards the paper flower as if losing control, but as he walked, his blood flowed around him. With a "hiss," the flower fragrance was scattered away.
Mu Chen suddenly regained his senses.
"What was I just doing?"
"Why was I walking here?!"
In that moment of stupefaction, a green and a black light crashed down from the sky.
Mu Chen hurriedly pulled out the small shield to block, intending to recall the previous paperweight.
Boom!!
He staggered back two steps from the shock, a "crack" sounding through his entire arm, while tiny cracks appeared on the small shield.
With a summons, the paperweight returned to him, but its speed was not fast enough...
Mu Chen had no choice but to abandon the paperweight, pulling out a blade-shaped spiritual artifact.
As for the broken arm, he didn’t mind at all, for it was mending at a terrifying speed.
Then, the three engaged in a pursuit.
However, the Fifth Grade recovery speed was enormous; unless the damage rate surpassed the healing rate, maintaining continuous output, or killing the opponent in one blow, it was virtually impossible to hold a Fifth Grade down.
Therefore, repelling a Fifth Grade was easy, but actually killing one was truly difficult.
Even if you reduced a Fifth Grade to a pile of flesh, as long as his heart still existed, he could resurrect.
And to a Fifth Grade, an artifact capable of trapping them was far more terrifying than one that could severely wound them.
But in Peng Ming’s hand, there was precisely such an artifact — that black petal.
Mu Chen could only flee.
At this time, he was continuously in a state of injury, his old injuries recovering at an unbelievable rate, while new injuries were rapidly emerging.
They dashed about like a game of hide and seek.
As dusk fell, Mu Chen found himself traversing a narrow canyon, suddenly colliding with mid-air, rebounding back, and then being yanked back in mid-air as if a springboard repeatedly pulling, finally hovering mid-air.
