52: Cerberus

After leaving Luocheng Mountain, Lin Mu remained silent throughout the journey.

The two flew for several hundred miles when they suddenly heard sounds of fighting coming from the jungle below.

Such acts of murder for treasure, and vendettas, were common in the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.

Lin Mu had no intention of getting involved; he merely glanced over, intending to leave.

At this moment, Yun Feiyang, who was beside him, let out a surprised cry.

“Hellhound (Three-headed Dog)?”

Lin Mu stopped and looked again in the direction of the fight.

A group of black-clothed martial artists were besieging a monster with three heads.

This group of Men in Black evidently came from the same sect.

They advanced and retreated in an orderly fashion, coordinating seamlessly.

The two Black-clothed Old Men leading them restrained the beast's attacks.

The martial artists beside them, in groups of three to five, coordinated their attacks.

Although they couldn't kill the beast immediately, they made it howl repeatedly, and its defeat was only a matter of time.

“Do you recognize this monster?” Lin Mu asked Yun Feiyang.

“I saw this fierce beast in an ancient book. It is called the Hellhound (Three-headed Dog). Its body is pitch black, and it has three heads. Each head can unleash a different divine ability.”

“It's a growth-type monster. It doesn't need to cultivate; it only needs to grow normally, and its power will increase accordingly. An adult beast is comparable to an Emperor Realm expert.”

Lin Mu looked at the Hellhound (Three-headed Dog) with interest and said, “It's quite a good mount. Go tell them to scram. I want this Three-Headed Dog.”

Yun Feiyang's eyes flashed with a sharp glint, and he instantly appeared above the crowd.

The two Black-clothed Old Men leading below saw someone approaching, and one of them shouted:

“Who goes there? The Divine Sword Sect of Yan Country is here to capture a fierce beast. Retreat quickly to avoid accidental injury.”

The Divine Sword Sect is one of the ten great sects of Yan Country, with overall strength surpassing the former Qingyang Sect.

Yun Feiyang ignored the Black-clothed Old Man’s words.

He said arrogantly, “What kind of Divine Sword Sect? This monster is my master's mount. If you don't want to die, scram quickly.”

The leader was speechless upon hearing Yun Feiyang’s words.

They had pursued this monster for seven days and seven nights, and only today had they managed to trap it with a grand formation.

This person shamelessly claimed it was his master's mount.

“You all continue to entangle it; I will deal with this person.” One of the Divine Sword Sect leaders flew in front of Yun Feiyang.

“You don't know your place. How dare you covet something from my Divine Sword Sect? Today…”

The newcomer didn't even finish speaking before Yun Feiyang severed his head with a single sword strike.

His spirit looked at Yun Feiyang in horror, about to flee.

Unexpectedly, Yun Feiyang struck out with another sword, creating a small cage formed by sword qi, trapping his spirit within.

He didn't even have time to beg for mercy before he was torn to shreds by the sword qi.

From Yun Feiyang's move to killing this Black-clothed Old Man, it only took two sword strikes. The people on the ground didn't even have time to assist.

The other Black-clothed Old Man from the Divine Sword Sect’s expression changed drastically, his heart filled with immense shock.

The Black-clothed Old Man killed by Yun Feiyang had the same Venerable Second Heaven Realm cultivation as him.

Doesn't that mean the newcomer could also instantly kill him?

Thinking of this, he hastily spoke:

“You killed an elder of my Divine Sword Sect. Are you not afraid of incurring the wrath of my Divine Sword Sect? To tell you the truth, our Divine Sword Sect's Sect Master is a super expert of the Venerable Ninth Heaven Realm.”

“Haha. Divine Sword Sect's Sect Master? Is it Liu Wuhen, One-Sword Drifting Snow?”

“Since you recognize our Sect Master, why don't you surrender? Perhaps you might still live.” The Black-clothed Old Man said, feigning fierceness.

Yun Feiyang, hearing the Black-clothed Old Man say this, scoffed, “Just you, trying to make me surrender? More than a hundred years ago, Liu Wuhen couldn't even withstand a single sword strike from me. I spared his life only out of respect for his father.”

The Black-clothed Old Man's heart trembled upon hearing this.

Over a hundred years ago, Liu Wuhen, who was still the Young Sect Master, was severely wounded by the Qingyang Sect's Sect Master in Yanshan Kingdom.

Fortunately, the Old Sect Master intervened, saving Liu Wuhen's life.

Could this person be Yun Feiyang, the Qingyang Sect's Sect Master?

The Black-clothed Old Man pondered, “Rumor has it that Yun Feiyang had already reached the Venerable Ninth Heaven Realm over a hundred years ago and had never suffered a defeat in Yanshan Kingdom.”

Given the current situation, how should he resolve it? To give up the Three-Headed Dog now, he was truly unwilling.

Seeing the Black-clothed Old Man standing there in a daze, not saying a word, Yun Feiyang urged him:

“Since you've guessed who I am, quickly take your people and scram. Go back and tell Liu Wuhen that I, Yun Feiyang, await his revenge at any time.”

The Black-clothed Old Man, hearing Yun Feiyang introduce himself, no longer hesitated and called his people, intending to leave.

Just then, the sky suddenly darkened.

The Black-clothed Old Man looked up and was horrified to discover a gigantic hand descending from the nine heavens.

The hand rapidly fell, instantly crushing all the people on the ground who were besieging the Three-Headed Dog into meat paste.

Seeing this, the Black-clothed Old Man flew, attempting to escape.

The giant hand suddenly rose and grabbed, and the fleeing figure of the Black-clothed Old Man was instantly pulled back.

The giant hand squeezed the Black-clothed Old Man in its palm, and several streaks of sword qi shot out from the giant hand, instantly pulverizing the Black-clothed Old Man, his spirit completely annihilated.

After killing the Black-clothed Old Man, the giant hand disappeared.

After killing the Black-clothed Old Man, Lin Mu said to Yun Feiyang with some displeasure, “If you are so slow again in the future, I don't mind crushing you too.”

Yun Feiyang knew Lin Mu was in a bad mood and dared not say more, hastily nodding in agreement.

The Hellhound (Three-headed Dog) on the ground was now watching Lin Mu with full vigilance, ready to escape at the slightest opportunity.

Lin Mu leisurely said to the Three-Headed Dog, “I know you possess considerable intelligence. Now I give you two choices: either be my mount, or end up like them.”

Lin Mu pointed to the many corpses on the ground.

The Three-Headed Dog’s three heads looked at each other, and then it surprisingly spoke in human language: “I possess noble ancient bloodline. How could I be a mount for a mere human like you?”

“Oh? If that's the case, then you can die.”

Lin Mu re-materialized a giant hand and grabbed towards the Three-Headed Dog.

The Three-Headed Dog had originally intended to bargain with Lin Mu before compromising.

It didn't expect Lin Mu to act without a word.

It was instantly terrified and quickly begged for mercy, “Stop, I agree, I agree.”

Lin Mu was merely scaring it. Seeing it compromise, he withdrew his hand and his divine ability.

The Three-Headed Dog had a body nearly three meters tall and ten meters long.

Lin Mu appeared very small in front of it.

However, at this moment, the Three-Headed Dog’s heads were bowed low, and its four limbs were sprawled on the ground.

Its middle head occasionally stuck out its tongue, and its two-meter-long tail wagged back and forth behind it.

“From now on, you are my master. Wherever master goes, I go. Whoever master tells me to bite, I bite.”

The Three-Headed Dog’s middle head actually showed a human-like fawning expression.

Yun Feiyang, standing behind Lin Mu, suddenly had the illusion of meeting a rival.

He thought somewhat resentfully, “This damned dog is stealing my lines.”

Lin Mu leaped onto the Three-Headed Dog’s back, snapped his fingers, and said, “Get up, let's go.”

The Three-Headed Dog let out a howl.

It started running, galloping towards the depths of the Qilian Mountain Range.