Within the belly of the mountain.
A deathly silence.
He Guangzong, having witnessed Zhang Heng's death, along with several others from the He Family, was frozen in place, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief as they looked towards Chen Mu.
The Black-clothed Guards and Blade Master who had been admiring the Flame Jade hadn't seen what had just happened; at this moment, they could only blankly stare at Zhang Heng's twisted corpse and Chen Mu, who still stood in his original position as if he hadn't moved, not knowing what had transpired.
"Sigh…"
Chen Mu's sigh fell once again.
His entire person had silently, like a specter, suddenly arrived at He Guangzong's left side.
He Guangzong was terrified, feeling a chill run down his spine as he swung his knife without hesitation. In this life-or-death moment, he nearly unleashed the strongest strike of his decades-long career, channeling all the power from his muscles and skin into it.
However.
