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"Shared Fate" is an extremely rare demon blood magic technique of the malevolent fox demon clan.

Only a wicked fox demon with sufficiently pure blood and exceptionally good luck can awaken this demon blood magic.

Once awakened, an extra heart can grow within the body when one's strength breaks through.

An extra heart itself does not have the effect of replacing a life, but if it is replaced with the heart of someone who has been completely bewitched into a puppet by the Mind Control Technique, it can achieve the effect of replacing a life with another heart.

In addition, the "Soul-Swapping Technique" combined with the "Mortal Heart Technique" can transform a completely bewitched person into a puppet with 100% of their original strength and absolute obedience.

Hu Xin, who has now reached the peak of the third tier, not only has three extra hearts, but also three malevolent puppets with the strength of the peak of the third tier.

In other words, Mu Yang's strike not only cost her a life, but also deprived her of a third-tier puppet that she was comfortable using.

This is equivalent to permanently reducing her combat power by a quarter.

That's why Hu Xin was so furious, wishing she could immediately devour his flesh and bones and tear him to pieces.

"They even have a way to take someone's place?"

Mu Yang glanced at the head on the table that had transformed into a strange male figure and murmured something softly.

The monster was indeed cunning, even harboring the trick of taking someone else's place.

I wonder how many blows this demon blood spell with its substitution effect can block.

"Hu Wanshan, kill him!!"

As Mu Yang was secretly analyzing the situation, Hu Xin, who was already furious, roared.

As soon as she finished speaking, Hu Wanshan, who had been sitting in the main seat like a clay sculpture, suddenly reacted.

His eyes, which were squeezed into slits by his fat, suddenly flashed a scarlet light, and his bloated body, as large as a small mountain, stood up abruptly.

The luxurious brocade robe rippled with the trembling of the fat.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!!"

Hu Wanshan let out a low growl, as if talking to himself.

To Mu Yang's astonishment, Hu Wanshan, whose body was extremely bulky, suddenly unleashed astonishing speed, attacking like a stone thrown into a siege.

The arm, thicker than Mu Yang's thigh, stirred up a gust of wind, and the palm, as big as a fan, slammed down on his head.

Mu Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he slashed out diagonally with his Royal Feather Broadsword.

"Pfft~~"

The blade struck Hu Wanshan's arm squarely, but the expected scene of his arm flying through the air did not occur.

The soft, fatty meat was like the finest rubber, instantly denting three inches, dissipating most of the force from the knife.

Superior martial art – "Elephant-Handed Skill"!

This is a top-tier martial art that has been passed down in the Hu family for a long time, and can only be learned by successive family heads and their successors.

Cultivators must consume an extremely exaggerated, inhuman amount of food every day to digest massive amounts of meat, turning it into fat and storing it in various parts of their bodies.

At first, the fat is no different from ordinary fat, heavy and droopy, but over time, under the tempering of qi and blood, the fat will become thicker and tougher, eventually transforming into a tough leather armor with amazing defensive power and great elasticity.

This is -- pig skin!

"That's interesting."

Mu Yang was not sure what kind of martial arts Hu Wanshan had learned; he was just amazed that Hu Wanshan's fat body could have such a miraculous effect.

Even a Tier 3 Royal Feather Broadblade couldn't cut through it.

"kill!!!"

Just then, Hu Wanshan continued to exert his strength, and his other thick arm came rushing in with a strong wind.

At the same time, Hu Xin, who was not far away, also joined the battle.

Her cherry-sized red lips suddenly stretched into an exaggerated arc, and an extremely piercing shriek suddenly rang out from her mouth.

"sad--!!!"

The sound was sharp and piercing, like countless steel needles stabbing into Mu Yang's eardrums.

Mu Yang frowned slightly, lightly touched the ground with his feet, and dodged Hu Wanshan's attack while simultaneously channeling his qi and blood to the meridians in his ears.

This isn't a martial arts technique; it's simply mimicking the ability of the word "keen sense of smell" to provide some protection to the ears for a short period of time.

In that instant, another dark figure, like a hidden weapon or a hidden arrow, suddenly shot out from the shadows of the corner of the courtyard wall.

He was a thin, middle-aged man with hands that gleamed with a dark gold luster.

His ten fingers were bent like eagle claws, his nails gleaming with a cold light, as he aimed straight for the Imperial Feather Broadsword in Mu Yang's hand.

This person was Zhao Kui, Hu Xin's only remaining puppet, who possessed the strength of a perfect third-tier Blood Marrow Realm cultivator.

He simultaneously practiced two top-grade martial arts: the Iron Body Skill (a horizontal martial art) and the Eagle Claw Skill (a finger technique).

With the enhancement of two martial arts techniques, his iron claws reached a state of perfection, capable of splitting stone tablets, tearing apart refined iron, and ordinary third-tier weapons were like paper pieces under his claws.

If Hu Wanshan is Hu Xin's strongest shield, then Zhao Kui is her sharpest spear.

"Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing echoed in the courtyard.

Mu Yang, wielding a knife in one hand, struck first despite being behind, blocking Zhao Kui's eagle claws.

"Snap!!"

To Mu Yang's astonishment, the broadsword in his hand, which had slain several third-tier demons, suddenly cracked in one place.

In contrast, Zhao Kui's palm only had a slightly deeper white mark.

As Zhao Kui exerted his strength, the cracks began to widen, and several more crisp sounds rang out as the tip of the knife broke off and shattered on the ground.

"Hahahaha!!!"

Seeing the long sword in Mu Yang's hand shatter completely, Hu Xin let out a maniacal and triumphant laugh.

"Mu Yang, you destroyed my heart, so I shattered your longsword. Now that you've lost your weapon and are empty-handed, what do you have to fight me with?!"

"Zhao Kui, do it! Tear his limbs off!"

Hu Xin immediately issued the order.

Zhao Kui's bloodshot eyes blazed with ferocity as he crushed the sharp claws of the Imperial Feather Broadsword with his bare hands. Like a raging storm, he unleashed a barrage of afterimages, aiming straight for Mu Yang's vital limbs.

However, Mu Yang only slightly raised his hand.

"Ding ding ding ding~~~~"

The sound of hammering came from Zhao Kui's hand. The attack, which was powerful enough to tear steel apart, struck Mu Yang's palm but had no effect whatsoever.

There wasn't even a scratch, let alone any blood and gore.

Hu Xin: ? ? ?

Zhao Kui, now a puppet, showed no sign of confusion, but Hu Xin, the controller, displayed a much richer range of expressions.

From anger and resentment to triumphant laughter, and now to confusion and bewilderment.

The speed is comparable to changing one's face.

"I really have no weapons left..."

Regardless of how surprised Hu Xin was, Mu Yang grabbed Zhao Kui's hands and welded them tightly like iron clamps.

"But so what?"

Mu Yang sneered, and the force of over 60,000 jin flowed through his arm to Zhao Kui's hands.

The Royal Feather Broadblade is certainly useful.

However, due to its material limitations, it was completely unable to withstand Muyang's full power.

After all, his power was too great.

"Snap—!!"

Under Hu Xin's wide-eyed stare, Zhao Kui's eagle claw hands, capable of tearing apart third-tier weapons, actually broke apart inch by inch like fragile dead wood, turning into minced meat.

This time, there were no fancy techniques, only pure and overwhelming power.

Then, with a broad smile on his face, Mu Yang spread his arms and exerted his strength once more.

A powerful force, like that of a dragon and an elephant, stretched Zhao Kui's arms straight.

"Sizzle~~!!"

The powerful body that had cultivated the Iron Body Technique was shattered in the middle, just like a paper kite.

Internal organs shattered, blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Blood splattered onto Hu Xin's face.

The touch was warm, yet it sent chills down her spine and made her goosebumps.

An absurd thought involuntarily arose in her mind.

Is this guy in front of me human or demon?!