Zheng Qi and Xiao Jun's expressions changed drastically as the bell tolled. Something had happened.
"I'll deal with you when I'm done, you liar." Zheng Qi glared at Chu Mu through Xiao Jun. With a cold snort, he turned and left.
"Brother Chu, stay here for now. With me here, Zheng Qi won't dare do anything." Xiao Jun turned around and hastily said to Chu Mu. Soon after, he quickly rushed out of the room.
It seemed that something big was about to happen.
Chu Mu also walked out of the room. His intuition told him that something big was about to happen in the camp, and it might affect him.
Of course, it was only a possibility. He didn't know the specifics.
As soon as Chu Mu walked outside, he saw figures in black armor. They were the warriors of the Ironwing Army. Almost all of them had been mobilized, and they were rapidly moving around the camp.
A strange roar came from afar. Chu Mu immediately knew what the roar came from.
"Sinner!" Furrowing his brows, Chu Mu immediately confirmed.
Moreover, with so many voices, Chu Mu was certain that there wasn't just one Sinner, but many. Many Sinners had appeared in the Ironwing Camp.
It was currently the Gray Snow Period, a time when Sinners were very active. It was very suitable for Sinners to move about. During this time, the camp could be attacked by Sinners.
This kind of attack wasn't just a few dozen Sinners, but thousands or even tens of thousands of Sinners.
Thousands or even tens of thousands of Sinners attacked. Some of them were Black Iron Sinners, but there were also Bronze Sinners and Silver Sinners. This kind of attack wasn't easy to defend against. They had to keep the Sinners outside the camp as much as possible. At the very least, they had to keep the Sinners at the edge of the camp. They couldn't let them enter the camp. Otherwise, they would cause great damage to the camp. Even if they won in the end, they would have to pay a heavy price to rebuild the camp.
Therefore, the Iron-winged Army was mobilized to the periphery of the camp to resist the attacks of the Sinners and kill as many Sinners as possible. Some of the Iron-winged Army soldiers wandered around the camp to prevent the Sinners from breaking through the encirclement and entering the camp. They would unleash their full strength in an instant and kill the Sinners with the least cost. Moreover, these Iron-winged Army soldiers would also deter the non-Iron-winged Army soldiers in the camp to a certain extent.
When Chu Mu walked out, a group of Iron-winged Army soldiers walked past him. Their gazes lingered on Chu Mu. After confirming that Chu Mu was only at the early fourth Heavenly Layer, they ignored him. With such a cultivation base, he probably wasn't strong enough to cause any damage to the camp. Unless they didn't want to live, they wouldn't dare to act recklessly at this time.
Sometimes, having a low cultivation level had its advantages. At the very least, one wouldn't be taken seriously. But sometimes, having a low cultivation level also had its disadvantages. One would be treated like an ant.
Chu Mu didn't care. As long as they didn't provoke him, he wouldn't bother to prove his strength to others. Of course, Zheng Qi's actions made Chu Mu unhappy.
In a place like the Land of Exile, he didn't need to have as many misgivings as in the Deep Blue World. This was because the rules here advocated the law of the jungle. Here, he didn't have any worries or restrictions. He could completely let go and do whatever he wanted.
If Chu Mu was a devil of the Devil Dao, the Land of Exile would be the best hunting ground. But he wasn't. He was a sword cultivator, a sword cultivator with his own heart. He had his own principles.
Within the Iron-winged Camp, the amount of snow was even less than outside. It was only about a tenth of the snow. The obstruction to vision was far less than outside.
Chu Mu's eyes flashed as he looked into the distance. As he strode forward, he vaguely saw the figures of the Sinners in the distance. Other than the Sinners, there were also warriors in black armor fighting with the Sinners.
The Land of Exile was also a place where experts gathered. This was because in the Land of Exile, if one's strength wasn't at the Saint level, it was impossible to leave the camp or city. Otherwise, even the slightest danger could be fatal.
One had to know that even the weakest Sinner had strength that surpassed an ordinary Three-star Saint.
It could be said that in the Land of Exile, if a cultivator's strength wasn't at the mid-level Saint level, they wouldn't have the ability to move independently. Unless they were geniuses or the like, the kind that could fight above their level.
Speaking of which, this was a disadvantage. Those below the mid-level Saint level could only stay in the city or camp or be protected by experts. They were like cubs.
However, there was a benefit to the Land of Exile that the outside world didn't have. That was, it wasn't difficult for the cultivators here to reach the Saint level. It was very easy. Generally, it would only take a few decades to reach the Immemorial Realm from the beginning.
Some geniuses had extraordinary talent and had better resources to nurture. They only needed twenty to thirty years of cultivation to reach the Immemorial Realm.
Moreover, the difficulty of reaching the Fourth Immemorial Realm from the First Immemorial Realm was much lower than the outside world, which was the Deep Blue World.
In the Deep Blue World, there were many times more cultivators than in the Land of Exile. However, according to the ratio, the number of cultivators who could reach the Immemorial Realm was far less than in the Land of Exile.
After all, in the Deep Blue World, the difficulty of advancing to the Eternal Realm was extremely high. It could even be said to be one in a hundred. However, in the Land of Exile, the probability of advancing to the Eternal Realm was as high as sixty to seventy percent. The two were on completely different levels.
The population of the Land of Exile couldn't be compared to the Deep Blue World, but it wasn't small either. The cultivators who entered the Land of Exile continued to reproduce. After countless years, many people were born.
Another important point was that the foundation of the Deep Blue World's population was actually ordinary people. However, the Land of Exile was different. Ordinary people couldn't enter the Land of Exile. Those who entered the Land of Exile from the outside world, regardless of the reason, were at least Eternal Realm Sacred Rank. The descendants of Eternal Realm Sacred Rank's talent and bloodline wouldn't be too bad. It was easy for them to become cultivators.
This was the result of a strong foundation.
In the Land of Exile, apart from reaching the low-level Saint level, one would be arranged to receive some training. On one hand, it was to accumulate enough battle experience. On the other hand, it was better to improve oneself. Generally, it wouldn't take more than a hundred years to reach the Fourth Immemorial Realm from the First Immemorial Realm.
Some geniuses only needed forty, fifty, or even thirty years to achieve this.
For example, Xiao Jun. When Chu Mu chatted with him, he learned that Xiao Jun took a total of fifty years to reach the Fourth Immemorial Realm from the First Immemorial Realm.
In the end, Xiao Jun was older than Chu Mu by a few decades. This was equivalent to the difference between a peak six star saint rank and a beginning stage four star saint rank. A few decades was a very short period of time.
Low-level Saints didn't have the qualifications to fight Sinners. Even geniuses weren't allowed to fight Sinners without the protection of experts. This was because it was a life and death battle.
The current battle at the edge of the Ironwing Camp was between the Ironwing Army and Sinners. The weakest of the Ironwing Army's warriors was a four-star Saint.
In the camps and cities of the Land of Exile, normal four-star to six-star Martial Saints could only be considered as warriors. Only those who had the strength of a high-order Martial Saint could hold the position of "captain."
It was for this reason that Zheng Kuang didn't pay any attention to Chu Mu.
No matter how powerful a low-level four-star Saint was, he could at most be comparable to a five-star Saint. Although he was amazing, he was like an ant in Zheng Kuang's eyes.
A dead genius was nothing.
Chu Mu keenly discovered that every once in a while, there would be a seven star saint rank Iron Wing Army captain leading a group of middle stage saint rank Iron Wing Army soldiers to intercept the sinners and engage in an intense battle with them.
This was a battle of life and death. The Ironwing Army's swordsmanship was extremely ferocious. There was a faint iron-blooded style to it that was similar to Xiao Jun's Ironblood Swordsmanship. They should belong to the same lineage.
Chu Mu observed and found that the seven-star Saint captains of the Ironwing Army were using the complete Ironblood Swordsmanship, just like Xiao Jun's.
Of course, when different people practiced the same swordsmanship, they would more or less have their own style after using it.
Moreover, every Ironwing Army soldier had at least grasped the first level of sword force. In other words, they could be considered Sword Saints.
As for those captains, they had at least grasped the fourth level of sword force.
"If this group of people came to the Deep Blue World, they would definitely stir up a terrifying storm." Chu Mu thought to himself with a solemn expression.
Thinking about it, the people here could comprehend the essence of swordsmanship and grasp sword force by themselves. They could also sacrifice to the Onyx God Greatsword to obtain feedback and stimulate sword force.
Furthermore, the fighting style here was more direct and ferocious.
There was a difference between life and death in battle. Chu Mu saw a very cruel scene.
The Ironwing Army soldiers killed the Sinners. There were also Ironwing Army soldiers who had their chests pierced by the Sinners' sharp claws and dug out their hearts. The Sinners directly stuffed the hearts into their mouths and chewed them. Some blood foam flowed out from the corners of their mouths. It was a horrifying sight.
After eating the hearts, the Sinners seemed to have been injected with chicken blood. They became violent and their strength increased rapidly. Their strength had clearly increased.
Fortunately, the Ironwing Army soldiers were good at teamwork. Their cooperation made their combat strength even stronger.
"Oh, that's a Bronze-rank Sinner." Chu Mu shifted his gaze and finally locked onto a Sinner that was different from the Sinners beside him. That Sinner's body seemed to be taller and stronger than the Dark Iron-rank Sinners. Moreover, its skin wasn't grayish-black, but bronze. It looked just right and had a more intense metallic texture.
The Bronze-rank Sinner's body seemed to be more perfect than the Dark Iron-rank Sinners. It possessed much more tyrannical strength and speed. Its strength also far surpassed the Dark Iron-rank Sinners.
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