Da Xuan Martial Saint

Under the dim sky.

Chen Mu stepped onto the wasteland, looking ahead with a calm gaze. At the end of the frozen horizon, a figure was vaguely visible, swiftly approaching him head-on.

The incoming person was undoubtedly a Grandmaster of the Foreign Race, there was no doubt about it, and although Chen Mu did not know which one it would be, he was now unfazed by any, be it one Grandmaster or two. Unless it was a Supreme Grandmaster, they posed no threat to him, and even if three or five top Grandmasters joined forces, he would be able to handle them with ease.

Indeed, the various divisions of the Foreign Race beyond the border could muster that many top Grandmasters, but the problem was that the Foreign Races outside the borders were not in harmony. The four foreign divisions currently invading Ice State, including the Wu Meng division, did not have so many top Grandmasters; otherwise, the pressure on the Ice Extreme Palace would be greater, and Ice State might have fallen sooner.

As for the usual Grandmasters, not to mention.
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To him now, they posed hardly any threat.

The only issue was that the Grandmasters' actions were rather noisy, and the majority of the refugees he had saved were women and children with no martial arts skills. Engaging too close might cause some collateral damage, so he took the initiative to meet the challenge.

At this moment, within Chen Mu's sight, the shadow in the far frozen land was rapidly approaching, with no one else around. It was indeed just one person, yet the presence felt oppressively massive, certainly not that of an ordinary Grandmaster.

"..."

Tuguhou, racing across the frozen land, also noticed Chen Mu, who seemed to be walking to meet him.

However, though they were not far apart, Chen Mu's own presence remained naturally concealed and not as blatantly perceptible as his, who was actively sensing and projecting his own oppressive aura; thus, he still could not discern the level of Chen Mu's presence. However, the fact that Chen Mu was aware of his presence and approached without any sign of fear, clearly indicated he was no ordinary individual.

"Seven Profound Sect, Chen Mu?"

Tuguhou, not yet arrived, called out from afar with a twinge of coldness and pressure in his voice, speaking in Da Xuan language, understandable to all, rather than the language of the Foreign Race.

For a Grandmaster, having broken through the Mysterious Pass, being sharp in sight and hearing, nearly all possessed wisdom and quick understanding, and could memorize effortlessly. Mastering several different languages was also no difficult task. For a Grandmaster of the Foreign Race, knowing Da Xuan language was basic knowledge, as many martial arts techniques of the Foreign Race had actually been stolen from Da Xuan.

Accompanied by the oppressive voice of the Grandmaster, it echoed across the frozen wasteland as if travelling thousands of miles.

In the distance.

The thousands of refugee women and children all heard this commotion and each felt their breathing inexplicably stifled, a sense of oppression naturally arising. The hundred elite border guards, including Xiahou Yan, also tightened their gazes.

For a Grandmaster, training a Martial Body to penetrate the power of heaven and earth and claiming to 'transmit voice over a thousand miles' was somewhat exaggerated, but if they practiced some unique techniques, transmitting over a hundred miles was certainly possible, and just this ability alone was far beyond what those in the Six Viscera Realm could achieve.

However.

Although their gaze tightened, Xiahou Yan's heart simultaneously felt slightly relieved.

"This feeling... it must not be Wu Gu Marquis."

If it had been Wu Gu Marquis, the strongest of the Wu Meng division, the oppressive force and aura would have been somewhat stronger. The current sensation did not seem like it; if the visitor was Tuguhou, then that was manageable. With Chen Mu's strength, ranked top three in the Wind Cloud List, he should be able to handle one or two without an issue.

"Do not linger, keep moving!"

After his thoughts flashed, Xiahou Yan quickly spoke in a deep voice, commanding the troop to continue moving forward.

No matter whether Chen Mu could fend off the Foreign Race Grandmaster, the troop must not linger. Staying longer in the lands of Han Prefecture was dangerous; they needed to quickly return to Sha Prefecture for safety, and additionally, moving further away would prevent them from being affected by the Grandmasters' clash.

A clash between Grandmasters was no trivial matter. Should they be too close, even he could be threatened, let alone the many who knew no martial arts, including young girls barely a few years old, where even flying debris could be lethal.

Under Xiahou Yan's command, the troops continued to move forward.

Meanwhile, behind them.

The rapidly approaching Tuguhou finally began to slow down, stopping completely about several dozen meters from Chen Mu. He first glanced toward the distant location of Xiahou Yan and others, then finally turned his attention back to Chen Mu.

Only then, Chen Mu, who had been silent all this while, finally spoke indifferently to Tuguhou.

"Among the Wu Meng division, two Marquises and three notable households make up five Grandmasters. Judging by your aura, you are not Wu Gu Marquis. If you were one of the three households, you would not confront me alone like this, so you must be Tuguhou, ranked second in the Wu Meng division."

"Indeed, you are quite perceptive," Tuguhou coldly responded, sneering, "You sneaked into Han Prefecture, attacked our young warriors with cruel brutality, and yet you think you can leave Han Prefecture unscathed—arrogance to the extreme."

Chen Mu, hands clasped behind his back, stood on the frozen ground, sizing up the Foreign Race Grandmaster Tuguhou with a calm gaze. He spoke lightly, "What do you mean by 'infiltrating'? It's rather laughable. Since when did Han Prefecture become your territory? We are sworn enemies; there's no need for many words. Since you have hurried here to seek death, I will facilitate your departure from this world."

"Arrogant!"

Tuguhou snorted coldly.

He was aware that a top three expert from the Wind Cloud List of the Cold North Path was truly extraordinary. The former third place and now fourth place holder on the Wind Cloud List, Elder Lin Han of the Heavenly Sword Sect wielding the Heartless Sword, had once crossed fists with Wu Gu Marquis from the Ou Sha Tribe. Although slightly at a disadvantage, he had managed to retreat composedly. The strength of Wu Gu Marquis was equal to his own.

Even if Chen Mu was among the paramount experts of the Wind Cloud List, their strengths entered the same level. Yet, he was a true Martial Arts Grandmaster. The slight difference was still a gap. Perhaps their techniques' prowess seemed quite similar, but a Grandmaster who had solidified his Martial Body had far superior resistance and endurance than anyone in the Six Viscera Realm. In a fight to the death, a character like Lin Han would certainly perish!

Even though Chen Mu was ranked higher than Lin Han, at best their skills were comparable. However, Chen Mu's arrogant tone and attitude completely disregarded him, undoubtedly igniting anger in his heart.

"Youngster, you lack the qualifications of a Grandmaster!"

The words fell.

Suddenly, Tuguhou burst into action. In that instant, the ground under his feet cracked in a spiderweb pattern and shattered, spreading dense cracks that further lifted chunks of frozen earth, unable to measure the sheer impact experienced in that moment.

With this leverage, Tuguhou soared from the ground, his form almost reaching extreme speeds, like a black streak skimming just above the ground, breaking through the air. Simultaneously, his right hand subtly lifted while his left arm pressed down, assuming a stance that spread a terrifying pressure which changed the complexion of heaven and earth. The power of heaven and earth within a radius of dozens of feet stirred and howled.

"Shamanic Barbarian: Earthshake!"

In that instant, he had closed the distance to less than ten feet from Chen Mu, his entire figure towering as his raised arms clapped together at the front. Muscles and sinews seemed to expand segment by segment, and the power of heaven and earth mobilized by his domain was not like Situ Shu's encounters—bursting directly at him. Instead, it became introverted and contracted, solidifying into his punching arms!

Controlling the domain with the Martial Body!

This was the true method of the exceptionally strong Grandmasters. Only those who have perfected their Martial Body and mastered the domain could achieve such an integrated force. Even someone as formidable as Murong Yan, who ranks among the top ten of the Wind Cloud List, would have to retreat thrice from such a strike.

Tuguhou's arms rose, came together, and pressed down, concentrating terrifying power entirely within his arms. This strike seemed like a god-like figure propping up the sky, swinging those arms to shake the earth, intending to crush everything into dust.

"Is this controlling the domain with the Martial Body?"

However, facing this fierce onslaught from Tuguhou, Chen Mu remained unaltered in demeanor, and even as the terrifying force descended, he still casually commented. Only then did he seemingly leisurely raise his right arm.

There was no excessive chaos in his movement, no flashy techniques; Chen Mu's action to counter Tuguhou's strike was straightforward—it was merely a gentle, upward punch with his clenched fist.

At this moment,

Chen Mu's figure appeared much frailer compared to Tuguhou. His raised right arm and fist imprint seemed devoid of substantial power. Compared to Tuguhou's sudden rise, bursting with power and muscles protruding as if expanded by several times, it looked hardly on the same level of force, almost as if it would be crushed into dust the next moment.

Seeing Chen Mu's overconfidence, Tuguhou's heart sneered continuously, thinking Chen Mu was young and overly arrogant, purely courting death. Confronting him directly, if he managed to injure him on the spot, not to mention the group far away, even this so-called unparalleled genius, Chen Mu, he wanted to try and kill him under his fist, to rid future worries.

However,

When two invisible forces collided in the void, the result made Tuguhou's face drastically change.

A resounding, earth-shattering boom echoed, like heaven and earth splitting apart. Chen Mu's fist and Tuguhou's Fist Seal did not physically collide. Instead, they solidified about three inches apart, seemingly frozen. But the space between their fists visibly distorted, with ferocious power violently colliding and intertwining. The void even tore open showing strands of black thunder.

Boom!!!

The earth couldn't withstand the conflict of the two forces; the frozen ground cracked at the center between them, turning into a black line and spreading nearly a hundred feet, with the howling cold wind completely disintegrating there.

Tuguhou's face drastically changed, feeling as if his Earth-Shaking Fist Seal had struck the immovable Kunlun Mountains, unable to shake Chen Mu in the slightest. That much frailer figure, at this moment, appeared in his eyes like a demon god, emitting a faint aura that even made him feel a bit suffocated, causing a tingling scalp.

"This is impossible!"

Tuguhou roared within his heart, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

This unshakable feeling, the surging power cultivated around him, and this intense sense of oppression and distance, not even his elder brother Wu Gu Marquis had ever caused before. Even the top Grandmasters among the Four Departments could not give him this terrifying sense of suffocation.

Blood Exchange?!

But that's impossible!

Chen Mu was merely in the Six Viscera Realm, even rumored to be only around thirty years old. How could he suddenly transform into someone from the Blood Exchange Realm? Either the Chen Mu before his eyes was not Chen Mu, or he was disguised by an Elder of the Seven Profound Sect.