Chapter 737 - 722: Blood Gun Mu Feng

"So many Restrictions, even on the steps. Moving forward is a real struggle."

Shen Lang reached out and lightly brushed his finger across the White Jade on the ground.

He immediately felt the terrifying Spiritual Power contained within the White Jade!

Pausing for a moment, Shen Lang’s Divine Thought surged upward like a tide.

The void trembled, as if space-time itself were twisting, creating a surreal sensation.

In that single instant, all the Restrictions within ten li on the steps fell completely into Shen Lang’s view.

Even without using his Silver Eyes of Truth, he could see these Restrictions with perfect clarity.

’Someone has already cleared a path for me, which should save a lot of time... But these Restrictions don’t seem to have been broken in the last two days. It’s possible that during previous openings of the Yumu Cave Blessed Land, the experts who entered had already forcefully broken them through various means,’ Shen Lang smiled to himself.

After examining the Restrictions with his Divine Thought, Shen Lang muttered to himself, "But I’d feel a little bad if I didn’t do anything."

The moment he finished speaking, Shen Lang formed a series of Spirit Techniques with his hands, sending them to his left and right. The invisible Restrictions immediately wavered, and screens of light, like mirrors, flashed and vanished.

As Spirit Light flickered, the Restrictions on the wide steps—those that had been unraveled or broken by force—immediately underwent a drastic change!

Wherever Shen Lang passed, all the Restrictions were altered.

The Restrictions that a group of experts had worked together to break over many years were all restored by Shen Lang. He even changed them into completely new ones!

Whether coming down from above or going up from below, one would have to break these Restrictions all over again!

Otherwise...

This path was now impassable!

If the experts who had already gone up were to come back down these steps and see this, they probably would have coughed up blood in fury.

Shen Lang ascended the stairs. His pace wasn’t slow, but it still took him more than three hours to finally reach the first platform.

The moment he passed through the final Restriction and stepped onto the last stair of the platform, a tremendous roar suddenly echoed in his ears.

Looking at the scene before him, Shen Lang couldn’t help but grimace...

On the platform before him, which was a good thousand zhang square, massive battles were raging.

Hundreds of Demon Beasts of all shapes and sizes roared incessantly, their cries shaking the heavens and the earth.

More than fifty Late Stage King Martial Realm experts were cloaked in flashing Spirit Light. Some fought one-on-one, some fought against multiple opponents, and others teamed up, unleashing all sorts of powerful Cultivation Techniques as they clashed with the Demon Beasts.

The fighting shook the very ground and threatened to overturn the heavens.

However, many of the buildings on the platform seemed to be protected by powerful Restrictions, as they remained completely intact despite the chaotic battle.

Farther away, five Emperor Martial Realm experts were jointly engaged in a relentless battle with a ten-zhang-tall Frost Giant.

Among these five, Shen Lang was surprised to see some familiar faces.

One was the Elder Ancestor of the Imperial Dragon Sect, Qin Siyuan. Another was the Elder Ancestor of the Li Hen Sect, Shui Yuehan. The last was the Elder Ancestor of the Flower Sect, Xiang Xiaoya.

Shen Lang hadn’t interacted with them much, but he had met them and spoken with them briefly on Cangxia Mountain.

Right now, Qin Siyuan, Shui Yuehan, and Xiang Xiaoya had joined forces with two other Emperor Martial Realm experts and were relentlessly bombarding the enormous Frost Giant.

The Frost Giant was about ten zhang tall and ice-blue all over. Its body was covered in sharp spikes, each one pulsing with Ice Spiritual Energy and glittering with a sinister light.

A terrifyingly cold aura surged from its body, enveloping the entire area within a thousand-meter radius.

Thick ice coated the ground, and snowflakes drifted down from the sky. As the wind howled, each snowflake was whipped into a frantic spin, coalescing into a snow-white ice blade that let out sharp, hissing sounds as it cut through the air.

Qin Siyuan’s group couldn’t fly and were hampered by the icy surface, slowing them down considerably. Even with five of them working together, they were clearly struggling.

Surrounding this huge platform were four walls so high their tops were out of sight. On the northern wall was a massive Stone Gate, blocking the path forward.

In front of the Stone Gate stood six experts whose auras far surpassed those of Qin Siyuan’s group.

They seemed to be waiting for something, yet they were also wary of each other, maintaining a delicate balance.

"Stay right where you are and don’t move!"

Just as Shen Lang was observing all this, a sharp voice called out.

To his right, a very young-looking man was striding toward him with an extremely hostile expression.

The Barbaric lands contained many kinds of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures that could be refined into medicines like the Face Stabilizing Pill, allowing a Martial Artist to maintain their youthful appearance. As a result, many old monsters looked no different from young men.

Because it was difficult to determine a person’s age by appearance alone, many Sects verified bone age when recruiting disciples.

Back when Shen Lang defeated the people from the Artifact Origin Sect at the Profound Dao Sect and took their nine Spirit Pattern Pillars, he had been required to have his bone age verified.

Seeing the man approach, Shen Lang merely gave him a casual glance.

The man wore light-cyan Scale Armor and carried a blood-colored long spear. His eyes were narrowed into slits, and through those slits, one could see a bone-chilling coldness.

A frown-inducing Blood Evil Qi enveloped his entire body. Without him even needing to move, anyone nearby would feel as if they were submerged in a sea of blood, instinctively feeling a sense of terror.

’King Martial Realm Seventh Heaven, Blood Evil Qi that rolls like a tide, and surging Demonic Qi. Judging by his aura and Cultivation Attribute, he’s similar to Feng Xihai’s group. He must be from the White Bone Hall.’

’But even though he’s only one Heaven higher than Feng Xihai, his Cultivation is indeed a huge cut above. He’s a tough opponent.’

After just a casual glance, Shen Lang had already deduced most of the information about the man.

When the young man saw that the person in the Evil Ghost Mask didn’t seem to care about his words, his brow furrowed slightly, and his face darkened.

"This isn’t a place for any riff-raff to just waltz into. What’s your name, and which sect are you from?" the young man barked.

Following his sharp shout, a mountain-like pressure immediately enveloped Shen Lang, completely surrounding him.

CRACK-CRACK-CRACK...

The flagstones beneath Shen Lang’s feet let out a groaning sound.

"If I tell you my name and origin, can I stay here?" Shen Lang asked coolly, his expression unchanging.

The young man was momentarily stunned to see that Shen Lang was completely unaffected by his pressure, even speaking in such a calm tone.

Then, his face turned cold, and he snorted. "Telling me your origin will help me decide whether or not to kill you. But regardless of your background, you can only turn back. Otherwise..."

As he spoke, he thrust his blood-colored long spear forward, aiming it at Shen Lang’s throat and stopping less than a foot away.

Only then did a cruel smile appear on the young man’s lips. "Otherwise, only death awaits!"

"Surely you’ve heard the name of Mu Feng, the Blood Spear of the White Bone Hall. No one survives an encounter with my Blood Spear!"

Just then...

"ROAR!"

A beast’s roar erupted to Shen Lang’s left front. A fierce gust of wind followed as a Fire Demon, over two meters tall and resembling a massive ball of fire, lunged at him.

Without any visible movement, Shen Lang, who had been enveloped by the pressure of the White Bone Hall’s Mu Feng, suddenly slipped out of its grasp like a phantom, moving three meters to his left!

Right before the astonished eyes of Mu Feng, Shen Lang didn’t retreat but advanced. He spun, executed an Arrow Step Punch, and slammed a fist into the Fire Demon’s abdomen!

THUD!

It wasn’t a loud sound, but the flames in the Fire Demon’s eyes slowly extinguished, and it collapsed with a crash!

Shen Lang opened his palm, where a diamond-shaped stone, blazing with roaring flames, lay quietly.

The stone was crystal clear and fiery red, emitting a scorching heat that caused Mu Feng of the White Bone Hall, who was watching all this, to be momentarily dazed.

’Damn it, where the hell did this guy come from? How could he escape my Divine Thought’s lock so easily?’

’A King Martial Realm expert... how could he shatter a Fire Demon’s body with just his fist? I’ve killed a few Fire Demons before, and even my Fifth Grade Profound Artifact couldn’t easily pierce their bodies!’

’And not only that, he’s holding the scorching hot Fire Demon’s Demon Crystal in his bare hand... That thing can melt even a Profound Artifact!’

Mu Feng’s gaze turned venomous, and Killing Intent billowed from him. The blood-colored light swirling around his blood spear intensified; he had already decided to kill Shen Lang.

At that moment, Shen Lang put away the Fire Demon’s Demon Crystal, shot a sideways glance at Mu Feng, and asked calmly, "You just said that if I don’t turn back, you’ll kill me?"

"Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"If you don’t want to die, then get the hell out of my way. Otherwise, you’ll be the first one I test my blade on!"

Shen Lang hadn’t wanted to be too conspicuous, but with a single sentence, Blood Spear Mu Feng had pushed him into a corner. Now, it would be hard *not* to draw attention.

Unless he turned back right now, Blood Spear Mu Feng would definitely attack him!

’Since a fight is unavoidable, I might as well just cripple him.’

Even though there were five Emperor Martial Realm experts here, Shen Lang had Duanmu Xie as his trump card, so he wasn’t necessarily afraid of them.

’Besides, it doesn’t look like these people are all on the same side.’

"Where did a bastard like you come from, daring to speak to me like that? You must be tired of living!"

Blood Spear Mu Feng was already bloodthirsty and belligerent by nature. On top of that, he held a respected position in the White Bone Hall. Being threatened by Shen Lang sent him into an uncontrollable rage.

Following his furious roar, Mu Feng’s eyes, which had been narrowed to slits, finally opened much wider, revealing a faint, blood-red light and an overwhelming Evil Qi!

Not only that, but Mu Feng’s entire aura instantly surged to its absolute peak!

"Die!"

With a furious shout, Mu Feng’s figure shot forward. His blood-colored long spear flickered, and a sky full of spear afterimages converged, stabbing straight for Shen Lang’s throat!

How astonishing was an attack from a King Martial Realm Seventh Heaven expert?

In an instant, thunder boomed and lightning crackled. Sand and stones flew as if a thousand horses were stampeding!

The Blood Evil Qi surged wildly, like a descending sea of blood, making one feel nauseous and terrified to the core!

The two were not far apart to begin with. Now, with Mu Feng attacking in a fury, the blood-tinged tip of his spear reached Shen Lang’s throat in the blink of an eye!