Chapter Sixteen: Mutation

After being protected by Li Jianfeng, Cloud Tiger Xiaobai, and the Nightwalker Beast, Wu Shu felt extremely troubled. His original intention in heading toward the Giant Elephant Mountains was merely to improve his strength. It was only after meeting Li Jianfeng that he gradually learned of the demon invasion in the Giant Elephant Mountains, which had led him all the way here. Wu Shu had intended to keep a low profile.

But now, upon reaching Lone Bet Peak, he had become the center of attention.

Even respected figures like Ying Meier, Feiyu, Zhao Zhenlu, and Li Jianfeng had not received such treatment. Wu Shu genuinely wondered if someone had labeled him as the protagonist—was it some mystical fate?

After the fierce and tiger-like intervention of the stone spirit Ling Xiaoling from the stele, an all-out battle was inevitable. If the demons wanted war, the humans would fight as well.

With a sigh, Wu Shu resignedly declared, "Battle!"

By the square, Ying Meier had been closely watching Wu Shu's actions. When she saw several spirit stones appear in his hand, she commanded, "People of the Shadow Demon Clan, heed my order: today's conflict ends here. Our clan will not partake in the strife between the human youths and the royal house."

The demons were withdrawing?

Zhao Zhenlu and the others were stunned. Wu Shu had just called for battle, yet Ying Meier, the prodigy of the Shadow Demon Clan, was already signaling surrender—how did this make any sense?

Feiyu and his subordinates ignored Ying Meier’s order but hesitated. Ying Meier’s decision surely had its reasons. When Feiyu noticed the sweat beads forming on the forehead of Sifang standing beside him, he thought, “This isn’t good.”

At that moment, Sifang’s voice trembled, “It’s too late?”

What?

Feiyu knew Sifang well. To Sifang, the entire Continent of Thick Earth was like a grand formation. Sifang was obsessed with formations and was the only one among them capable of sensing danger within such arrays. The only thing that could frighten Sifang was a formation.

But did everything really come too fast? From Wu Shu’s call to battle to Ying Meier’s plea for peace, all happened in less than three breaths. Was it truly too late?

Could all this really be the doing of a mere third-stage Body Refinement practitioner? Feiyu wanted to doubt it but couldn’t deny Sifang’s warning.

“Blood Severance Formation, condense.”

At Wu Shu’s command, countless blood energies gathered from around the square. In the blink of an eye, everyone standing there felt an immense pressure, almost suffocating. As the blood energies flowed like the wind and began to solidify into shapes, their faces drained of color.

Blood energies shaped like knives, swords, daggers—all these, once fully formed, would slice anyone caught within the formation like vegetables.

Feeling the restriction on his movement, Zhao Zhenlu was incredulous. He had consumed the Beast Blood Pill of the Giant Elephant Mountains, which ensured his freedom of movement unless he entered the core or certain special zones.

Now, his movements were constrained. There could only be one explanation: the young Wu Shu, whom he had always regarded as useless, had surpassed everyone present in formation mastery.

Ignoring Zhao Zhenlu and the others’ fates, Wu Shu looked toward Li Jianfeng and said, “Brother Li, someone has murderous intent toward you. How do you plan to respond?”

Wu Shu’s implication was clear. Although Zhao Zhenlu had ordered his men to attack Wu Shu, Li Jianfeng stood in front of Wu Shu to protect him. Zhao Zhenlu was using the pretext of killing Wu Shu to eliminate Li Jianfeng’s suspicion—a transparent ploy.

This left Li Jianfeng hesitant. The enemy was formidable, and Zhao Zhenlu and his men were indeed holding back Feiyu and his group. Even if they had no merit, they had contributed effort. Li Jianfeng could only respond, “Brother Wu, let’s put my elder brother’s matter aside for now. After this expedition, I will report his actions to the emperor.”

Wu Shu nodded, “Brother Li, since you have been so loyal before, I will heed your judgment on this.”

Zhao Zhenlu could not be killed yet. The situation at Lone Bet Peak was complex. If Zhao Zhenlu were harmed, Ying Meier and others might run amok. Also, Wu Shu would need to expend many spirit stones in this battle. Unless all demons were eradicated, Zhao Zhenlu’s presence was necessary.

Zhao Zhenlu could not die, but Sun Chengwu could. Li Jianfeng was aware of Wu Shu’s hatred toward Sun Chengwu. He looked at Sun Chengwu and said, “Brother Wu, this brat has a great grudge against your younger brother. I will deal with him now.”

Having obtained a spirit stone engraved with a sacred rune from Wu Shu earlier, Li Jianfeng was able to move freely within the Blood Severance Formation.

After deciding to kill Sun Chengwu, Li Jianfeng condensed a sword energy between his fingers.

“Die!”

The sword energy pierced through Sun Chengwu’s throat—he was dead!

With Sun Chengwu dealt with, Li Jianfeng turned to Feiyu and the others, “Brother Wu, let’s have a good fight today.”

Feiyu and the demon disciples wanted to curse. They were all trapped by Wu Shu’s formation, yet Zhao Zhenlu had the nerve to say “a good fight.”

Looking directly at Feiyu, Li Jianfeng said, “Feiyu, I know you possess many secret treasures and a bloodline gift. The Blood Severance Formation affects you but cannot fully restrain you. Fight!”

In the eyes of the demon clan, survival was always brutal. Feiyu understood this deeply. Even though the situation had turned against them, he firmly believed that with all his trump cards, he would not fall to Zhao Zhenlu.

Seeing Cloud Tiger Xiaobai ready to join the fight, Feiyu frowned. How could he have forgotten the Cloud Tiger? The power of this beast was unimaginable. The Cloud Tiger was the king among spirit beasts, and this particular one was a royal king among kings. Even if not fully mature, it must possess tremendous strength.

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