Chapter 532: Kill Me if You Have the Guts

By now, he no longer had even a sliver of strength to struggle before Ye Chen.

He was like a mayfly trying to shake a great tree—ignorant, laughable, and the very definition of overreaching.

Ye Chen stood before Sikong with a cold expression.

"It seems you won't live to see your sister," he said softly.

"If you have the guts, then kill me!!!"

Sikong snarled, using all his remaining strength.

He had clearly seen a trace of pity in Ye Chen's eyes.

That hint of pity was a sharp sting to his pride. He spat furiously, "So what if I don't see my sister? That just means I wasn't good enough!"

"You're the one who said it."

"Of course, I never planned on letting you go anyway."

Ye Chen smiled.

As Sikong's eyes widened in horror, Ye Chen lifted his foot and slowly brought it down.

SPLAT!

His head burst like a watermelon, splattering red and white all over the ground.

His arms fell limply to his sides, and he went completely still.

A high-ranking vice leader of the Luo Race had fallen, just like that!

This bloody scene left the remaining members of the Luo Race stunned.

Seeing the faint smile on the young man's face, a chill shot through their bodies, nearly rooting them to the spot.

"He's... just dead?"

The members of the White Tiger Tribe took a long moment to process what had happened.

Over the years of conflict with the Luo Race, Sikong, a powerful Primordial Mansion Realm Cultivator, had oppressed and bullied them relentlessly.

As a result, many of them harbored a deep hatred for him, even considering him the tribe's number one enemy.

Who could have imagined that this archenemy would die so easily before their very eyes?

For a moment, everyone was silent. It had all happened so suddenly that it felt like a dream, utterly unbelievable.

After a while, Qing Lian was the first to snap out of her shock.

Her clear voice rang out, pulling everyone else back from their thoughts.

"Sikong is dead!"

"We can't let a single one of these troublemakers from the Luo Race escape!"

Her gaze was sharp. Though she usually seemed like a spunky young girl, at this moment she exuded a domineering aura, carrying herself with the air of a queen.

"As you command!"

"Go! Keep these bastards here!"

"That's right! What do these damn bastards take our White Tiger Tribe for? A place they can just come and go as they please?"

...

United by a common foe, the Cultivators of the White Tiger Tribe surged forward.

As for the remaining members of the Luo Race, they were leaderless and panicked after Sikong's death.

Now, seeing the White Tiger Tribe's Cultivators swarming them, they had no choice but to fight back. However, they lacked any coordination, each fighting on their own, making them far less of a threat than usual.

Even so, the Cultivators of the White Tiger Tribe still struggled to deal with them.

It couldn't be helped. The Luo Race was, after all, a third-rate power. Compared to an unrated power like the White Tiger Tribe, their foundation was simply too deep.

Even though the White Tiger Tribe's totem had awakened, it would still take a considerable amount of time for the entire tribe to make significant progress.

In the end, Ye Chen stepped in.

He charged into the crowd of Luo Race members like a tiger among sheep, effortlessly striking down one enemy after another.

No one could withstand a single blow from him. They couldn't even dodge, forced to watch helplessly as he suppressed them, sending them to the ground, coughing up blood and unable to rise.

Before long, with Ye Chen's help, the Luo Race party was either dead or maimed.

Those who weren't killed were taken captive and escorted to the dungeons.

"We couldn't have done it without you this time."

"If it weren't for you, I'm afraid we wouldn't have handled that so easily."

After everything was over, Qing Lian came to Ye Chen to thank him.

Ye Chen waved his hand dismissively. "No need to be so polite. If I hadn't received your tribe's Kindling, my injuries wouldn't have healed this quickly."

Hearing this, Qing Lian's expression grew complicated. "You helped us awaken our totem's power... We don't know how we can ever repay this debt."

"By the way, what are your plans now?"

"My plans?" Ye Chen paused for a second. "Of course, I'm going to the Luo Race to rescue someone and settle the score between us."

"That's great! I was thinking the same thing!" The girl's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Wait a moment. I'll gather my tribesmen and go with you."

"There's no need."

Ye Chen shook his head. "I'm fine on my own."

'Bringing too many people would just alert the enemy,' he thought. 'They might even slow me down.'

It would be better for him to go to the Luo Race alone and kill to his heart's content.

Hearing this, Qing Lian understood what he meant. "Then I'll go with you," she said.

"Not only can I watch your back... but you don't know where the Luo Race is located. Someone has to show you the way, right?"

Ye Chen hesitated for a moment before agreeing. "Alright."

...

「Inside the dungeon.」

Qing Lian had someone drag a headless corpse before Si Rong.

"Hm?"

"Why are you here again?"

Si Rong glanced at Qing Lian and sneered. "I just heard my brother's voice. He's brought men to rescue me, hasn't he?"

"What's wrong? Weren't you going to trample my Luo Race? Did my brother alone put so much pressure on you that you have to bring me out?"

In her eyes, it was clear that the White Tiger Tribe couldn't withstand the pressure from Sikong and planned to use her as a bargaining chip.

They would either return her to the Luo Race obediently or use her as a hostage to negotiate.

No matter the outcome, it would prove that the White Tiger Tribe was at a complete disadvantage.

Si Rong wasn't surprised by this.

Her brother's strength was simply too immense. Sikong alone was enough to suffocate the White Tiger Tribe with his pressure.

"Oh?"

"Is that what you think?"

Hearing this, Qing Lian couldn't help but smile.

"What else could it be?"

"After my brother came knocking, you came looking for me in the dungeon. Isn't it because you want to use me as a bargaining chip to negotiate with the Luo Race?"

Si Rong curled her lip in disdain.

But to her confusion, after she spoke, a playful look flashed across the faces of Qing Lian and the two White Tiger Tribe members behind her.

This made her feel inexplicably uneasy.

'What the hell are these people planning?'

"Since you've put it that way, I'll just have to crush that little hope of yours."

With that, Qing Lian walked up to Si Rong's cell.

She gave Si Rong a dark look and said softly, "Throw it over."

"Yes, ma'am."

Behind her, the two tribesmen threw the headless corpse they were dragging directly in front of Si Rong.