Aeon City, the Mu Clan, in a large hall.
Mu Yang sat in the main seat with a gloomy expression.
After half a month, his injuries had fully recovered, but his anger and murderous intent hadn't subsided in the slightest.
Over the past half a month, the news of Mu Yang being brutally abused by Lu Ming had already spread throughout Aeon City and the entire Divine Fate Land at the speed of a hurricane.
Mu Yang was known as a seed expert, but he was beaten so miserably by a Son of Primal Chaos who was only at the peak of the Absolute Saint Realm. It was hard for him not to be noticed.
Now, countless people were secretly discussing how Lu Ming had trampled on Mu Yang's face in public and even used him as a hostage. He had become a laughingstock.
"Damn it, damn it!"
Mu Yang's face was twisted with murderous intent.
"Have you found out where that bastard is?"
Mu Yang coldly asked the person who had come to report to him.
"Young Noble, we've found out. Lu Ming's group has already entered Destiny City!"
A burly man reported.
"Hmph, want to hide in Destiny City? Don't even think about it. Kill! Send people into Destiny City and kill that bastard!"
Mu Yang roared.
"Young Noble, this isn't appropriate!"
A white-haired old man spoke. He was a powerful True Emperor from the Mu Clan.
"Why is it inappropriate?"
Mu Yang coldly asked.
"Right now, several powerful forces in Destiny City have given the order that no one is allowed to fight in Destiny City. Otherwise, we'll be making an enemy out of them. If we send people to fight in Destiny City, I'm afraid we'll offend them!"
The old man said.
Although the Mu Clan was a powerful overlord in Aeon City, there was still a gap between them and the other forces in Destiny City.
The Mu Clan didn't dare to offend the overlords of Destiny City either.
Mu Yang's expression darkened.
After a while, he coldly said, "We don't have to do it ourselves. Go find the people from the Nation of Death. Those lunatics will do anything as long as they're paid!"
Everyone's expression changed as a trace of fear flashed through their eyes.
It was as if they were very afraid of the Nation of Death.
The Kingdom of the God of Death in the Divine Fate Land was indeed terrifying.
That was because this was a terrifying assassin organization. There were all kinds of terrifying assassins. As long as you paid, you could kill any expert.
Moreover, the Death God Nation loved to hunt down geniuses and experts. Their most glorious battle record was when they killed a Great Emperor, shocking the entire Divine Fate Land.
Some people even suspected that this Death God Nation was created by a foreign race.
There were also powerful forces that wanted to eliminate this assassin organization, but this organization was too mysterious. No one knew where their headquarters were. At most, they could only eliminate some of their branches. They would always be able to rise from the ashes.
Now, Mu Yang wanted to ask the assassins of the Nation of Death to kill Lu Ming.
Others might not dare to make a move in Destiny City, but the Nation of Death did.
"Lu Ming, if you offend me, only death awaits you!"
Mu Yang said coldly.
.....
Lu Ming had been in Destiny City for a month.
"Cultivating like this is still too slow!"
On this day, Lu Ming ended his cultivation and sighed.
Now, his Law of Primal Chaos had reached a bottleneck. It was only a step away from perfection, and it seemed like it could be crossed at any time. However, this' anytime 'could be a few months, or it could be a year or two. It was hard to say.
Some people were stuck for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.
Therefore, Lu Ming's main focus was now on the Law of Death and the Law of Devour.
Following the improvement of these two Laws, his battle prowess would also become stronger and stronger.
However, even with the Asura's Eye, the improvement of the Law of Death was still too slow. Lu Ming wasn't satisfied.
"I heard that there's an ancient battlefield in Destiny City that contains powerful death Qi and evil Qi. Many people who cultivate evil Qi will cultivate there. It's the most suitable place for the Law of Death to cultivate!"
Lu Ming pondered.
He planned to go to that ancient battlefield to cultivate.
There were still about two months before the Battle of the Ten Earths. Everyone was thinking of ways to improve their cultivation.
Because it was said that there would be great opportunities in the Battle of the Ten Earths. Only the strong could obtain them.
Although Lu Ming was very strong now, there was always someone stronger. Who knew what other terrifying geniuses there were?
Now, was there anyone who had broken through to the Martial Emperor realm?
If there were powerful geniuses who had already entered the Martial Emperor realm, their strength would definitely be terrifying. Lu Ming felt a sense of urgency. He wanted to improve his strength as soon as possible.
He said goodbye to Qiu Yue, Long Chen, and Huang Li, then left the inn and went to the ancient battlefield.
The ancient battlefield was in the northern region of Destiny City. It was a battlefield left behind from ancient times. It was deathly silent and filled with death Qi and evil Qi.
Lu Ming was as fast as lightning, but it still took him half a day to reach the ancient battlefield.
This was a boundless great mountain, deathly still. As far as the eye could see, it was completely barren, without a single living creature.
Lu Ming stepped in.
"The death Qi is indeed dense!"
As soon as he entered the mountain, Lu Ming felt that the death Qi here was very dense. It was very suitable for cultivating the Law of Death.
Moreover, the deeper he went, the denser the death Qi was.
Lu Ming did not stop and went deeper.
He also found other people in this battlefield.
They were all people who cultivated evil cultivation methods or evil laws.
Lu Ming went deeper and finally came to a short peak. He then sat down cross-legged and quietly comprehended the Law of Death.
As expected, the speed of comprehending the Law of Death here was several times faster than outside.
Every day, Lu Ming had great gains.
Three days later, Lu Ming's Law of Death reached about eighty-eight percent.
What Lu Ming did not know was that there was a group of people on a towering mountain outside the ancient battlefield.
This group of people were all shrouded in black robes and their faces could not be seen clearly.
"That kid is cultivating in that ancient battlefield!"
One of them reported to a person wearing a Death God mask.
"Good, I heard that the kid is the Son of Chaos. If we kill him this time, it will definitely shake the Divine Fate Land. Hehehe!"
The expert wearing the Death God mask sneered and then ordered, "Wait a moment. Quickly kill that kid and leave this place. If we wait too long, I'm afraid that the experts of those forces will come here!"
"Yes!"
Some of the black-robed people bowed and accepted the order.
"Go, I will stand guard here. If the people of those forces come, I will inform you to evacuate immediately!"
The person wearing the Death God mask said.
Then, the black-robed people flashed and left one after another.
Lu Ming was cultivating when he suddenly felt his hair stand on end. A great fear was approaching.
"Not good!"
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