Chapter 277 Blade Asks the Wind

Chen Mu understood.

Ling Xiaoning and Qi Huan had never entered from the very beginning; the two before his eyes were merely twisted shadows within the illusion, tools used by those monsters to deceive him.

And the little black dog in Ling Xiaoning's hands could naturally not be Zhuifeng.

Chen Mu said nothing, merely secretly channeling the technique of Flying Bear Dream Entry, and with the power of the gloves, he created another illusion within the illusion.

He let those monsters see everything they wanted to see.

They wanted to see him injured, so he let them see him injured: a broken sword piercing his waist, blood dripping everywhere, kneeling on one knee in a sorry state, like a dying prey.

They wanted to see him in despair, so he let them see him in despair: head lowered, eyes cast down, letting them tease and mock him, without saying a word.

Everything was going according to their script.

And that Five-Tailed Fox Demon smugly approached him, pointing a claw at his face, and spoke so much nonsense.

She recounted everything in detail: how they targeted him, how they set this trap, how they used Zhuifeng and Jiang Yuheng to lure him out, and how they laid the snare to make him fall into it.

The more detailed she was, the more Chen Mu knew.

It was only after she finished speaking that he made his move.

One strike severely injured her, and three strikes killed three cat demons.

At this moment, Chen Mu had walked up to the Five-Tailed Fox Demon, stopped, and looked down at the severely injured, dying monster without any expression on his face.

The Five-Tailed Fox Demon leaned against the shrine, trembling all over. The wound on her neck was still gushing blood, staining half her body red, and her five tails hung weakly on the ground, their golden-red light long since dimmed.

She suddenly jerked her head up, staring fixedly at Chen Mu, the fear in her eyes gradually replaced by madness.

"Chen Mu, do you think killing me means it's over? My Beimang clan still has thousands upon thousands of kin. You killed my sister, you killed my niece, and you killed me—our Beimang people will not let you go! They will come for you, tear you into pieces, and kill everyone around you. That dog, that brat surnamed Ling, that one surnamed Qi—not a single one will escape!"

The more she spoke, the more agitated she became, her voice sharp and grating, her eyes filled with malice.

"You just wait! Chen Mu, you wait! Our Beimang..."

Her voice stopped abruptly; Chen Mu's blade was already pressed against her throat.

The blade was icy cold, carrying a heavy stench of blood, pressing tightly against the wound still oozing blood on her neck.

The Five-Tailed Fox Demon froze instantly, not daring to move again.

Chen Mu looked at her, his gaze calm and unruffled.

"Where is Zhuifeng?"

The Five-Tailed Fox Demon was stunned for a moment, then burst into maniacal laughter, the sound sharp and grating, echoing in the empty temple hall.

"That dog? That beast? Hahaha..."

She laughed until her whole body shook, aggravating the wound on her neck, causing blood to gush out even more fiercely, but she didn't care, she just kept laughing.

"Guess where that beast is now? Has it been torn to pieces, or have we chopped it up for stew? Hahahaha..."

Chen Mu said nothing; he pushed the blade forward an inch.

The Five-Tailed Demon Fox's laughter stopped abruptly, a rattling sound coming from her throat as blood seeped from the edge of the blade, flowing down her neck.

Chen Mu looked at her and asked again.

"Where is Zhuifeng?"

The Five-Tailed Demon Fox stopped laughing and just stared fixedly at him, her eyes filled with malice.

"You won't say?"

Chen Mu nodded, turned the blade, withdrew it from her neck, and then fiercely stabbed it into her left shoulder.

"Ah!"

The Five-Tailed Demon Fox let out a shrill scream, her whole body convulsing and trembling, her five tails thrashing wildly, their golden-red light growing even dimmer.

Chen Mu ignored her screams; he calmly pulled out the blade and asked again.

"Where is Zhuifeng?"

"You... you're dreaming... I won't tell you even if I die..."

The blade fell again; this time it was the right shoulder.

The Five-Tailed Demon Fox screamed, her legs giving way, almost collapsing to the ground, only staying upright because she was supported by the shrine behind her.

Chen Mu asked again, and stabbed again.

Left shoulder, abdomen, and finally, the chest.

Every strike was not fatal, every strike just happened to avoid vital points, yet it made her hurt to the bone.

One strike after another.

Only the dull sound of the blade piercing flesh remained in the temple hall.

The Five-Tailed Fox Demon could no longer speak; she collapsed under the shrine, covered in blood, her five tails hanging weakly on the ground, the golden-red light long since dimmed, leaving only a slight tremor.

She raised her head, looking at Chen Mu, her eyes filled with fear.

A devil, this person was truly a devil.

She had lived for several hundred years, seen countless villains who killed without blinking, seen countless ruthless Devil Heads, but she had never seen someone like this.

When asking questions, there was no expression on his face, his eyes as calm as if he were looking at a dead object; he stabbed with every question, never asking a second time, nor listening to any explanation, giving her no chance to stall.

Under these circumstances, death was actually a release.

In the end, she opened her mouth, her voice so weak it was almost inaudible.

"It's... under... the shrine..."

Chen Mu nodded, and the blade fell once more.

This time, it went straight for the throat.

[Slain Five-Tailed Fox Demon, plundered Martial Dao Lifespan: 617 years]

Chen Mu sheathed his blade and looked down at the fox demon's corpse on the ground.

The five tails had completely lost their luster, lying limp on the ground; those slit pupils were still open, unfocused, yet still staring fixedly at him, eyes filled with unwillingness and malice.

He didn't look again, turned around, and walked toward the temple door; the candlelight flickered, dragging his shadow out long.

The temple door was left ajar; outside, the night was deep. Chen Mu reached out to push it open and stepped out.

The night breeze blew in, carrying the fragrance of grass and trees, dispelling the heavy stench of blood and incense inside the temple. He took a deep breath, letting the night wind fill his chest.

The illusion was broken.

Two figures at the temple entrance were worrying.

Ling Xiaoning was squatting on the stone steps, holding his head in his hands, muttering to himself, not knowing what he was whispering about.

Qi Huan was standing not far away, holding that bronze tracking compass in his hands, his brows knitted so tightly they could crush a fly; the silver needle in the center of the compass was spinning wildly, unable to settle on a direction.

Hearing footsteps, both of them looked up at the same time.

Ling Xiaoning was stunned for a moment, then suddenly jumped up, rushed to Chen Mu in a few steps, and looked him up and down.

"Chen Mu, are you okay? You're finally out! This damn place, we walked around it a dozen times and just couldn't find the door!"

The more he spoke, the more anxious he became, his eyes turning red.

"The temple was clearly right in front of us, but no matter how we walked, we kept ending up back at the same spot, like a ghost wall. I was worried to death, but just couldn't get in. Flag-bearer Qi said this might be a barrier, so we just waited outside."

As he spoke, he suddenly saw that Chen Mu was covered in blood, and his eyes widened instantly, his voice changing pitch.

"Chen Mu, what happened to you? So much blood, are you hurt? That guy surnamed Jiang..."