Chapter 93: One Sword Severs Emotion

“You are shocked, young master, you… you are angry?”

Facing Mu Tie, the Chief Transmission Disciple whose murderous intent was overwhelming, Mu Feng remained calm and quickly caught the fluctuation in his earlier emotions. “You single-mindedly pursue cultivation, abandoning sharp swords to use an ordinary Wooden Sword, all to sever emotions and no longer be stained by any worldly desires. But you failed. Though you quickly pretended not to care, the sudden change in your expression just now betrayed your heart. You try to deliberately cut off emotions, but deep down, you simply cannot do it!”

Mu Feng observed his expression and saw through the Chief Transmission Disciple Mu Tie’s weakness, breaking his imposing aura.

Sure enough, hearing this, Mu Tie, who had been speaking calmly and striving to forget emotions, became both shocked and angry. His face changed, and his imposing momentum faltered. He had not expected that after comprehending the Heartless Sword Dao for so long at Beiliu Mountain, Mu Feng would expose his Dao Heart with just one remark.

Dao Heart, as the name implies, is the heart that seeks the Way—the will, the determination painstakingly pursued. Seeking the Way is difficult; cultivation is not easy. Once the Dao Heart is exposed, it becomes unstable, and Inner Demons swarm. Rebuilding it often takes a hundred times longer. Those with a slightly weaker will might even collapse from then on, their cultivation greatly regressing.

“Kill!”

After silently reciting a few incantations to suppress the swarming Inner Demons in his heart, Mu Tie resolutely acted, saying no more.

Clang…

After a harsh sound, he reached out and drew his Wooden Sword.

There was no dazzling cold light, no ominous murderous aura, but the moment it was drawn, everyone present felt a shock in their hearts, terrified. The next moment, a flash of green light—the seemingly plain green Wooden Sword—was right before Mu Feng’s face. With a ‘hum,’ it thrust straight toward his brow, so fast there was no time to react.

In all the world’s supernatural abilities, only speed is unbreakable!

Drawing the sword, striking out…

Mu Tie performed it seamlessly. The word ‘kill’ still echoed in their ears, yet the Wooden Sword was already close at hand. It was so fast that people couldn’t even clearly see his drawing motion.

But just the word ‘fast’ couldn’t capture the brilliance of this strike. When the sword thrust out, people felt their minds go blank, as if all emotions and desires were sucked away, turning them into cold, lifeless puppets. Their eyes fixed on Mu Tie’s movements, mouths agape, but in that instant, their bodies turned icy cold, unable to move, unable to make a sound.

In that moment, it seemed as if time had stopped flowing, frozen forever at this instant!

“Blood Armor!”

At the brink of life and death, Mu Feng roared inwardly.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…

Countless Blood Vines burst out of his body, forming a huge Blood Cocoon that heavily protected him. At the same time, a fearsome blood-red armor appeared over his body.

“Useless—One Sword Severs Emotion!”

Seeing the Blood Cocoon around Mu Feng, Mu Tie sneered coldly. He thrust his Wooden Sword forward fiercely, instantly breaking through Mu Feng’s defense.

The Blood Cocoon was torn open. Layers of Blood Vines flew aside, and the plain Wooden Sword was unstoppable. Then it pierced through the previously unbreakable Blood Armor, heading straight for Mu Feng’s brow.

Thump…

The moment the Blood Armor was pierced, Mu Feng instinctively leaned back. The terrifying Wooden Sword grazed the tip of his nose and landed on his chest, leaving a deep wound and splattering a lot of blood. Just a bit more, and his whole body would have been cut in two. Nothing could block Mu Tie’s Wooden Sword!

Incredible!

Was this the power of the Mortal Realm Peak?

Mu Feng was greatly shocked. He had no time to bandage his wound, nor to counterattack. Clutching his wound, he swiftly retreated. In a few leaps, he vanished into the dense forest behind with a trailing shadow.

After just one clash, he knew he was far from Mu Tie’s match. Using the Eighteen Blood Witch Commands or even spitting out a Flying Sword would be useless. The gap between them was simply too vast. No wonder even the usually proud Xing Jiu admitted he was no match for Mu Tie!

Chief Transmission Disciple—truly extraordinary!

“Chase him! Bring his head back to me!”

After dealing Mu Feng a heavy blow with one sword, Mu Tie did not pursue further. With a ‘clang,’ he sheathed his Wooden Sword.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t catch up; he simply disdained to strike again.

That one sword had already severely injured Mu Feng; just the sharp sword energy had damaged his internal organs. If he didn’t stop the bleeding soon, Mu Feng would surely die. In that state, no matter how fast he ran, he couldn’t get far—wherever he went, it would be his doom. In fact, the faster he ran, the more he would bleed, and the quicker he would die.

“Yes!”

Including the North Flow Twin Ghosts, everyone bowed and accepted the order, brandishing shiny blades as they followed the blood trail. Some even took shortcuts to get ahead, preparing to set up traps and ambushes on Mu Feng’s path.

With over a thousand guards and dozens of experts all mobilized, where could a severely injured person escape?

Mu Tie’s expression was icy cold, confident of the overall situation. He sat cross-legged on the ground, meditating to stabilize his Dao Heart that had nearly been shattered by Mu Feng’s words. Meanwhile, the many guards surged into the vast forest like wolves and tigers, chasing the heavily wounded Mu Feng. Killing him would undoubtedly bring a rich reward.

“Hahaha, I bet that Mu Feng kid isn’t far, hiding somewhere in these mountains. Knowing him, even if he dies, he’ll take a few down with him!” The short, fat White Ghost laughed heartily. Though he looked like a big winter melon, he was incredibly fast, darting ‘whoosh’ into the vast Forest Sea. Glancing at the many ordinary guards recklessly charging into the dense forest, he showed a cruel smile and added, “Old Black, this time, before we tear Mu Feng in half, I want to rip out his heart.”

“No, his heart is mine!”

The tall, thin Black Ghost wasn’t about to be outdone. He secretly sped up, quickly overtaking White Ghost.

He radiated murderous intent but moved with extreme caution. Once inside the dense forest, clusters of eerie Ghost Fire quickly appeared around him. Wherever he passed, there were gusts of chilling wind, as if a troop of ghost soldiers were moving through, keeping the living at bay.

After witnessing Mu Feng’s power, he no longer dared to be overconfident, fearing he might capsize in a minor ditch.

“Let’s split him in half—no, whoever grabs it first, keeps it!”

White Ghost licked his lips bloodthirstily and sped up.

A maiden’s primordial Yin and an expert’s heart were always their favorites. Especially the heart of a cultivation genius like Mu Feng, with his surging Qi and abundant Yang Energy—eating it with wine would greatly benefit their cultivation. They were already intent on killing Mu Feng, a future formidable enemy. Now that Mu Feng was badly hurt and such a golden opportunity presented itself, how could they let it slip?