Mu naturally had no idea about all this, so when he finally boarded the anti-gravity satellite Shit No. 2, even though he wore a homemade air-supplying astronaut suit, he nearly fainted from the stench.
“My god!” Mu stood on the ground, his face pale and body swaying. “What is that smell?”
Although the land on Shit No. 2 consisted entirely of accumulated bear-people excrement, it appeared clean and solid on the surface, indistinguishable from normal terrain. However, the air carried an unbearable foul odor that ordinary people could not tolerate.
Naturally, Kevin couldn’t be considered an ordinary person. Surprisingly, he could even breathe freely in this smelly air without wearing an oxygen system, asking in confusion, “What smell? I can’t smell anything. It’s actually quite pleasant.”
Mu nearly fainted from anger. This big bear must have had nerves of steel. Today, Mu wasn’t wearing his favorite general’s ceremonial uniform, but instead wore an imperial standard astronaut suit. Modern astronaut suits had evolved far from the bulky, helmeted versions of the past. Protection and oxygen retention now relied on a force field generated by a special device, making astronauts appear as if they were wearing regular clothes while remaining safe in any harsh environment.
Grabbing Kevin, Mu angrily demanded, “Where is Yang Hao? If you dare to deceive me, I’ll roast you and eat you.”
“I’m right here,” Yang Hao’s lazy voice indeed sounded out. He stood behind Mu as if nothing had happened, holding a massive axe taller than himself. Seeing Mu turn around, Yang Hao smiled in greeting. “But if you’re going to roast this big bear, I have no objection. Save me a left leg.”
Seeing Yang Hao, Mu naturally decided against roasting Kevin. He carefully examined this fugitive from the wanted poster. Yang Hao still wore his usual carefree expression, but compared to several months ago, he appeared more mature and confident. His power had clearly advanced by leaps and bounds.
Even more eye-catching were the three ancient swords slung diagonally behind Yang Hao. One, slender and inlaid with dazzling gems, was the treasured lightsaber of the Light Sword Sect. Another was wrapped in coarse black cloth, concealing its blade, though its entirely black handle was visible. Mu naturally recognized it as the Gravity Sword, the treasure of the Black Wind Sword Sect, which had come into Yang Hao’s possession after he killed Delke. The most important sword, of course, was the Wang family’s own Immortal Sword. Seeing the family treasure, Mu’s eyes nearly caught fire.
“Tsk tsk tsk!” Yang Hao made mocking sounds. “Uncle, by the greedy look on your face, I can tell you’ve never seen anything good. It’s just a few old swords. Why chase me all over the place? I’m not a pretty girl.”
“If you hand them over, I won’t follow you anymore,” Mu tried diplomacy first. “Give me the swords, and I’ll spare your life and leave the bear-people alone.”
“Hand them over to you?” Yang Hao grinned, patting the sword hilts on his back. “No way. Carrying three swords makes me look so cool. How else will I impress girls?”
“How can you get girls if you lose your life?” Mu coaxed patiently. “Hand them over, and you’ll still have a bright future ahead of you to embrace beautiful women.”
“I’d love to agree,” Yang Hao sighed helplessly. “But this axe in my hand won’t agree. What should I do?”
Mu became furious. Yang Hao had been teasing him all along, and as a high-level expert, how could he endure such humiliation? Finally, he began slowly stroking the hilt of the sword embedded in his scepter. This sword had remained hidden within the general’s scepter for years, unsheathed only Mu himself knew how much it longed for fresh blood.
“Although this axe looks impressive, it doesn’t suit you,” Mu said calmly. Naturally, he knew that on Saint Bear Planet, the rightful owner of this axe was Elder Hede, not Yang Hao. “Where is that old bear, Hede? No need to hide anymore.”
“Do you really need the Elder to kill you?” Someone beside Mu suddenly spoke up—it was none other than the so-called traitor Kevin. Finally able to release his pent-up frustration, the big bear swiftly jumped to Yang Hao’s side, grabbed the axe, and struck a cool pose. “With me, Kevin, here, how dare you act so recklessly!”
Seeing Kevin suddenly defect to the enemy side, Mu appeared unsurprised, as if he had expected it all along. “Hede isn’t coming either? He truly underestimates me.”
“Taste this!” Kevin changed poses dramatically, shouting loudly. “Yesterday, Elder caught a chill and is receiving an IV today. With me, his top disciple, here, I can still take your life. Let me show you the might of the Golden Severance!”
With that, Kevin swung his axe, creating a dazzling arc of light spiraling from the handle to the blade, then charged forward with powerful momentum.
“Whoa!” Kevin had barely taken three steps when Mu casually waved one hand, releasing a burst of true energy that struck Kevin’s knee. The big bear fell flat on his face before even engaging in battle.
“Hmph!” Mu, maintaining his dignity, had no interest in fighting these two younglings. He simply warned, “Don’t forget, my warship is in the Saint Bear star system. At my command, over a hundred combat shuttles will arrive in seconds, and you’ll all be dead.”
“Ding ding ding ding!” Yang Hao exaggeratedly struck a carefree pose. “You know why I tricked you here? Because here, you can’t use any of your high-tech guns and cannons!”
“What nonsense!” Mu refused to believe him. Having roamed the battlefield for decades, he had never heard of any place where massive warships and big guns couldn’t be used.
“This place can’t!” Yang Hao and Kevin grinned like foxes, especially Kevin, who looked particularly smug. “I told you, this is Shit No. 2 satellite. The entire satellite is covered with our bear-people’s excrement. After long-term accumulation, it naturally produces a lot of methane. Therefore, over 90% of the gases in this planet’s atmosphere are flammable methane.”
Only now did Mu understand why he had smelled such an unbearable stench. However, seeing Yang Hao and the others breathing freely without oxygen tanks made him naturally skeptical. “Why can you breathe? Aren’t you afraid of the methane?”
“With me, the master of aphrodisiacs, around, why worry?” Yang Hao puffed out his chest proudly. “One of my Lingxiao Pills provides unlimited oxygen. Not only methane, but even poison gas won’t scare me.”
Truthfully, on Saint Bear Planet, Yang Hao had constantly taken Lingxiao Pills because the bear-people were simply too skilled at farting, making it hard for anyone nearby to endure.
“In such concentrated methane, as soon as your fleet fires, the entire planet will explode, and we three will die together, along with the three ancient swords!” Yang Hao exaggerated ominously, with considerable effect.
Even the seasoned Mu couldn’t help but change expression, hesitating to touch the communicator that would signal his fleet. If this place truly contained methane, things would indeed become complicated. Killing Yang Hao and the others would be a minor issue, but if he ended up buried with these kids, it would hardly be worth it.
Knowing he had fallen into Yang Hao’s trap, Mu felt humiliated and grew furious, beginning to silently draw his sword.
Observing his movement, Yang Hao couldn’t resist reminding him, “Although conventional weapons won’t ignite methane easily, if you use the Divine Dragon Sword Technique, we’ll still die together.”
The Divine Dragon Sword Technique, once used by Wang Tao, was an unparalleled sword technique. However, during its execution, the power transformed into flames, making it unsuitable for use here. In fact, not only the Divine Dragon Sword Technique, but even Yang Hao’s Flame Sword couldn’t be recklessly used.
“To kill your kind, I don’t need the Divine Dragon Sword Technique,” Mu sneered. His sword finally left its sheath—a rare sight indeed. The short sword was black.
Blackness emanated from Mu’s eyes, his palm, and even the smile on his face.
He was already furious, and in this world, if anyone knew the terror of an enraged person, it was Mu. Even within the Wang family, he was a fearsome figure.
Once, someone asked Wang family’s leader, Haiwang Gong, who the strongest person in the Wang family was. At that time, the family was thriving, with over a dozen top experts among the middle-aged generation, capable of dominating the Ten Sword Streams. However, Haiwang Gong didn’t look toward the promising Wang family disciples but pointed to the most obscure individual, even then still carrying swords for others—Mu.
For a full decade, Mu remained unnoticed and achieved nothing, with nearly everyone thinking Haiwang Gong had misjudged him. Yet ten years later, all those once-prominent Wang family experts had perished in imperial campaigns, while Mu continued to grow silently.
Another decade passed, and the Wang family’s experts were exhausted during the empire’s rapid expansion. Among the middle-aged generation, only Mu remained as the backbone. Only then did others realize the foresight Haiwang Gong had shown twenty years earlier.
At one time, Haiwang Gong had said, “Mu remains unknown, concealing his sharpness through patience, but no matter how fierce the battle, he is always the one who survives.”
Only by surviving does one gain the qualification to contend with others, and Mu understood this better than anyone. Therefore, the sword techniques he cultivated were never grand or dazzling. Instead, they were obscure and dark, thriving in the night.
This sword technique was called “Nightfall.”
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