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They were clad in dark garments, their faces painted with a camouflage that blended seamlessly into the night, like black phantoms gliding through the shadows. Chen Feng held a short blade, his gaze sharp as an eagle's, and he whispered his orders.
"Remember, our goal is not to kill, but to disturb. We want them on edge, unable to rest."
The warriors nodded in agreement and set about executing the plan. They spread out around the Chita Legion's camp, beginning their nocturnal symphony. Some lightly tapped on shields, producing dull thuds that echoed in the stillness. Others used specially crafted blow darts to strike the tents, releasing piercing whistles into the air. A few crept closer, using pebbles to tap against the tent supports, creating a continuous and subtle noise.
The soldiers of the Chita Legion were thrown into disarray by this sudden harassment. They tried to locate the source of the disturbances but found only darkness and shadows. Throughout the night, the camp was filled with unsettling sounds; the soldiers could not sleep, their nerves frayed and fatigue setting in.
For three consecutive nights, the morale of the Chita Legion plummeted. The soldiers' eyes reflected exhaustion and irritation, their combat effectiveness diminished. Meanwhile, Chen Feng led his Eagle Wing Guard, swiftly retreating after each disturbance without leaving a trace behind. They moved like ghosts in the night, leaving the Chita Legion helpless against their tactics.
General Batu stood at the center of the camp, his expression dark enough to seem as if it could drip water. He understood all too well that if this continued, his army would be worn down before they even reached Anque City. He needed to devise a way to break this vexing situation; otherwise, he would be unable to withstand the wrath of the Azure Wolf King.
At the same time, while Chen Feng and his Eagle Wing Guard haunted the Chita Legion like specters in the night, Chen Moxuan found himself at Silver Moon Mountain—or perhaps more accurately, Silver Moon Lake. He stood on a branch, quietly observing the distant army. Tiger Brother lounged lazily at his feet, its eyes glowing like red moons in the darkness, sending chills down one's spine. The massive creature lay on the branch as if it were weightless; only its crimson feathers stirred slightly in the breeze.
Tiger Brother spoke softly, "The fluctuations of the barrier below are growing more intense. It seems that artifact is about to reveal itself."
However, this aura did not seem to belong to an exceptionally powerful being; it appeared to be an artifact of no particular significance. Chen Moxuan furrowed his brows at this thought. If it could pique the interest of Hei Yao, the gatekeeper of Ten Thousand Demons Mountain, then this artifact must possess some unique qualities.
As he spoke, he suddenly noticed a dark figure lurking in a small patch of forest in the distance—it was indeed Hei Yao, the very being they were discussing. At that moment, Hei Yao had yet to detect their presence. As the gatekeeper of Ten Thousand Demons Mountain, his tall stature was quite conspicuous. Particularly striking were the swirling black mist surrounding him and his crimson eyes, which stood out vividly against the night.
He was crouched on a branch of a large tree, his gaze fixed intently on the campsite of Ma Xingyu and Wei Yuanjing. In his eyes flickered a complex light, a mixture of greed and suspicion.
Seeing this, Chen Moxuan felt a surge of determination and decided to take action. He stepped slowly out of the dense forest, his strides steady and rhythmic, causing the air around him to quiver gently.
Hei Yao clearly sensed his movement and turned to look. "Hei Yao," he called out, "as the guardian of Ten Thousand Demons Mountain, what brings you here? Could it be that you have developed an interest in this upcoming artifact?"
His voice was not loud but carried an undeniable authority that reached Hei Yao's ears clearly. Upon hearing this, Hei Yao's form trembled slightly; he had not expected someone to appear at this moment and directly question him.
Turning around, Hei Yao scrutinized Chen Moxuan with his crimson eyes and smirked coldly. "Hmph! Who do you think you are? And why should it matter if I am interested in the artifact? This is none of your concern, especially for someone like you who cannot even cultivate!"
"Oh? Is that so?" A smirk appeared on Chen Moxuan's lips as a glint of sharpness flashed in his eyes.
In the next moment, Tiger Brother's massive figure slowly emerged. The instant Hei Yao laid eyes on him, he felt an overwhelming pressure wash over him, making him instinctively want to kneel.
If that artifact truly held such value, then its ownership would undoubtedly depend on their respective strengths. Chen Moxuan chuckled coldly at this thought.
Before he could finish speaking, Chen Moxuan's figure lunged toward Hei Yao like a ghostly shadow. Tai Jiu's cultivation was fully displayed at that moment. He formed hand seals as mysterious symbols swirled around him, creating sharp wind blades that swept toward Hei Yao.
Hei Yao glanced at Tiger Brother and noticed that he showed no intention of attacking. His eyes brightened with determination. As another demon himself, Hei Yao was not one to back down easily.
With a roar, he summoned forth rolling black mist around him, forming a fierce phantom of a beast that charged toward Chen Moxuan's wind blades.
The two forces collided with a thunderous roar, sending shockwaves through the mountains and scattering the clouds and mist, revealing the bright moonlight above.
The battle was exceptionally fierce, with Chen Moxuan and Hei Yao showcasing their unique skills, making it difficult to determine a clear victor. Chen Moxuan's Wind Blade was unparalleled, each strike infused with the power to tear through the air, while Hei Yao's dark mist was unpredictable and enigmatic. At times, it acted as a blade; at others, it served as an impenetrable shield, defending flawlessly.
The two darted through the forest, leaving a path of toppled trees and scattered foliage in their wake. This confrontation between the strong of Tai Jiu made the entire Silver Moon Mountain tremble. As time passed, Chen Moxuan gradually gained the upper hand.
How could this be? For over ten thousand years, everyone knew you were a worthless cultivator...
Before he could finish his thought, Hei Yao swallowed his words back down.
Chen Moxuan sneered, "What’s wrong? Were you going to say I’m useless?"
"Oh, you’ve really angered me now! I was just going to use you for practice, but now I don’t want to let you go!"
"Tiger Brother, close the door and unleash the dogs!"
Upon hearing Chen Moxuan's shout, Tiger Brother’s eyes, which had turned crimson like lanterns, suddenly emitted a dazzling light. The red glow enveloped Hei Yao in an instant.
With a roar, Hei Yao immediately began to bleed from all seven orifices!
Chen Moxuan swiftly approached him and stomped him down to the ground. "You think you can keep acting tough?"
He relentlessly ground his foot into Hei Yao's ugly face.
Hei Yao was filled with rage but dared not speak out. He had initially thought that Chen Moxuan was weak and incapable of inflicting harm. Defeating him and then verbally humiliating him would have been a way to avenge past grievances.
However, he never expected that he would be outmatched in both words and combat.
Chen Moxuan coldly asked, "Now tell me, why does your esteemed Ten Thousand Demons Mountain care so much about such a worthless Divine Weapon? Or should I skin you alive and hang your remains on Shang Yuping Mountain for everyone to see what kind of trash your Ten Thousand Demons Mountain truly is?"
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