Chapter 627 - 623: Get the Hell Down Here

Chapter 627: Chapter 623: Get the Hell Down Here

"Right on time!"

Hong Yu suddenly threw his head back and laughed.

He wasn’t the least bit intimidated by the arrival of over ninety Tier Six Middle Level Desolate Beasts. On the contrary, he was brimming with fighting spirit.

Because amidst the recent slaughter, he had suddenly felt a throb from the Luo Rune Seal within his body.

It was a kind of desire, an intense craving.

What was the Luo Rune Seal?

Hong Yu hadn’t understood before, but now he finally did.

Luo, as in Asura!

This was a Seal Technique that thrived on slaughter!

BOOM!

A massive character for "Luo" materialized in his palm.

Hong Yu descended from the chest of the Heaven-Devouring Demon Elephant, landing on the ground. Treading on air, he surged forward and swiped out with his right palm.

SHHH!

Under the glow of the Luo Rune Seal, the Black Armored Qilin Snake was like a deflating ball, instantly and completely absorbed.

A black star appeared on the Luo Rune Seal.

Hong Yu scanned it with his Perception and saw that the Luo Rune Seal now held a full eighteen thousand black stars. He immediately resumed the hunt.

His figure charged through, incomparably dominant.

No matter how powerful these Desolate Beasts were or how tough their bodies, they couldn’t withstand the Luo Rune Seal and were cut down by Hong Yu one by one.

The phantom of the Heaven-Devouring Demon Elephant charged about rampantly, utterly unrestrained and invincible. Not a single Desolate Beast could stop their combined assault.

"Th-th-this is impossible!"

The young master’s eyes widened, a trace of terror flashing within them.

This was true fear!

He had never imagined someone could be so ferocious. No, ’ferocious’ was no longer enough to describe it.

This was simply madness!

This was a Godslayer!

’Dammit, how did I provoke such a monster? I regret this so much...!’

The young master was in agony.

The loss of the Howling Moon Blood Wolves had already made his heart ache, but now, watching the Tier Six Desolate Beasts being slaughtered by Hong Yu, he no longer felt heartache. Instead, his heart had turned cold—a bone-chilling cold!

Even though the Lion Tribe possessed secret methods to raise and control Desolate Beasts on a large scale, it still came at a great cost.

He had never imagined they would suffer such a devastating loss.

’It’s come to this, but I can’t give up. If I give up now, all my previous losses will have been for nothing. I have to kill him. As long as he dies, these losses will be worth it!’ The young master viciously gritted his teeth.

He sent a telepathic message.

The ninety-eight War King powerhouses prepared for the ninety-eighth battle walked out in unison. Their eyes were dim and murky, as if they lacked any consciousness.

Most importantly, all these powerhouses wore helmets, obscuring their faces.

"Kill him for me!"

The young master barked a cold order.

ROAR!

The ninety-eight War King powerhouses attacked simultaneously. They were like beasts, completely devoid of humanity, possessing only chilling killing intent and bloodthirsty madness.

In the audience stands, countless powerhouses were furious, believing the War God Arena had gone back on its word and was blatantly trying to manipulate the outcome of the gambling match.

But what could they do?

With the young masters of the Great Ape Tribe and the Lion Tribe joining forces to threaten them, who could possibly stop this unless the Peacock King and his people intervened?

Unfortunately, the Peacock Tribe never concerned itself with such trivial matters.

They remained aloof from worldly affairs, never interfering unless the safety of the entire Nanshan Collection was at stake.

"Bastards! Those scumbags from the Lion Tribe and the Great Ape Tribe..."

Xishang Ling’s eyes were bloodshot as he cursed nonstop. Suddenly, his expression froze. He spotted one of the War Kings, a look of confusion on his face. ’Something’s not right. Among our Four Great Tribes, aside from the Peacock Tribe which has over two hundred War King powerhouses, the other three tribes only have a little over one hundred each. Where did the Lion Tribe get so many War Kings?’

"Huh? That War King’s helmet was knocked off... Holy crap, is that my grand-uncle? My grand-uncle went missing five years ago! What’s he doing here?"

Xishang Ling heard someone beside him let out a low growl.

His heart skipped a beat. He suddenly saw one of them get sent flying by Hong Yu’s Palm Wind, his helmet falling off. Staring at the man’s numb face, Xishang Ling shot to his feet. "Second Uncle? Is that my Second Uncle? He mysteriously disappeared three years ago, what is he doing here? Wait a minute..."

A buzz roared in Xishang Ling’s mind.

His expression instantly turned savage. "The Lion Tribe? Have all the powerhouses from my Xishang Tribe and the Nanshan Collection who’ve disappeared over the years been controlled by them?"

"You bastards! So you were behind all this! Scoundrels, I’ll get my revenge! I swear I’ll get revenge...!"

Although Xishang Ling was a dandy, he was no fool.

On the contrary, he was extremely intelligent; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to manage the Four Kings Hall.

In a flash of insight, he realized that the Lion Tribe was the mastermind behind all the mysterious disappearances over the years, and perhaps even the Dao Heart Demon Curse affecting the Xishang King...

’I have to tell Father! I must tell Father!’

Xishang Ling gritted his teeth.

He took out a Sound Transmission Jade Order from his robes and relayed everything he had seen and heard to his father, the Xishang King.

But the response Xishang Ling received was: "Be patient. Everything is going according to plan!"

’A plan? What plan do Father and the others have? Never mind. I’ll wait and see. For now, I can’t let the Lion Tribe know they’ve been exposed, or we’ll be in danger...’ Xishang Ling narrowed his bloodshot eyes. His second uncle had doted on him, only to mysteriously disappear.

To see him end up like this, a mere puppet, made Xishang Ling hate the Lion Tribe to his very core.

Meanwhile, within the Lion Tribe and the Great Ape Tribe, the Lion King and the Great Ape King stood together. Before them was an aged figure completely wrapped in a black robe. He suddenly opened his eyes, and a bewitching red light shot out from them.

"Father, how is it?" the Lion King asked anxiously.

The aged figure said flatly, "Make your move. The Peacock King and the Xishang King have already begun to mobilize their armies."

HISS!

The Lion King and the Great Ape King sucked in a cold breath. The Great Ape King frowned and said, "How were we exposed so quickly?"

"Hmph, some fellow named Beichen actually broke the Xishang King’s Dao Heart Demon Curse and even dispelled the Peacock Princess’s Soul Poison, allowing the Peacock King to focus on dealing with us!" The aged figure’s tone was mild, but one could hear the killing intent laced within his words.

He was the previous Clan Leader of the Lion Tribe.

He was also a prodigy of his generation who had obtained a legacy of Witchcraft and Gu Dao from an Ancient Forbidden Land, and from then on, began plotting to rule Nanshan Collection.

Everything had been proceeding according to plan.

The Xishang King was on the verge of losing his mind and becoming a War Emperor Puppet under his control, but then Hong Yu appeared out of nowhere and ruined his good work.

The Peacock King was also entangled by the Soul Poison and didn’t dare to act, fearing for the Peacock Princess’s life.

Unexpectedly, it was Hong Yu again who dispelled the Soul Poison, freeing the Peacock King from his worries.

All of this was completely unforeseen.

The aged figure narrowed his eyes, a cold light flashing within them. He said flatly, "Beichen? Hmph, you’ve ruined my plans time and again. This seat will definitely strip away your Soul and perform a Refining to turn it into a Soul Gu." He looked at the Lion King and the Great Ape King. "You two, go and prepare at once. Today is the day Nanshan Collection changes its master!"

"The Peacock King has occupied this position for a long time. It’s time for a change!"

The aged figure said coldly.

The Lion King asked in a low voice, "Father, where do we make our move?"

The aged figure was silent for a moment before speaking indifferently...

"The War God Arena!"

...

The entire Nanshan Collection was in turmoil, with treacherous undercurrents surging.

However, this did not attract any attention, as it was purely a game of strategy and conflict between the Four Great Tribes.

What’s more, today, all the prominent figures of Nanshan Collection were gathered at the War God Arena.

Who had the mind to care about such things?

On the Battlefield, Hong Yu had already slaughtered all the Desolate Beasts from the ninety-sixth and ninety-seventh battles, leaving behind a mountain of corpses and a Sea of Blood, shrouded in a mist of killing intent.

The Luo Rune Seal in his hand had now awakened three hundred black stars.

When he used the Luo Rune Seal now, its power was significantly stronger than even his Great Destruction Fist. Hong Yu was ecstatic.

As for those ninety-eight War Powerhouses, with the help of the Heaven-Devouring Demon Elephant, they posed no threat either. More than half of them had died tragically at Hong Yu’s hands, their souls all devoured and refined by Xingtian’s Devouring Demon Tree, turning into Execution Corpse Spirit Fruits.

Seeing that the War King powerhouses were about to be completely wiped out, a ruthless look appeared in the young master’s eyes. "You forced me to do this! You forced my hand! Furious Flame Lion Riders, send out the Furious Flame Lion Riders for me!"

The shadowy figure suddenly appeared, his expression wavering. He said in a low voice, "Young Master, the Patriarch sent a message. He wants us to preserve our strength. The Peacock King and his people are about to make a move."

"Get lost!"

The young master’s eyes were bloodshot as he roared. ℯℯ𝑙.

He had never been so humiliated in his entire life, never suffered such a complete defeat.

Despite all his meticulous arrangements, he was still utterly crushed by Hong Yu, everything wiped clean.

He refused to accept this blow.

His eyes surged with a sinister and venomous light. "Send out the Furious Flame Lion Riders for me! I’m going to fucking kill him! Kill him...!"

"Sigh!"

The shadowy figure sighed. He could not disobey the Young Master’s command. "Furious Flame Lion Riders, deploy!"

RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE!

Ninety-nine Furious Flame Lion Riders charged out in a mighty torrent.

"Kill!"

The powerhouse leading the charge was at the War King Peak, and his mount, a Furious Flame Frenzied Lion, was also at the Peak Level of a War King.

The combined combat power of the ninety-nine Furious Flame Lion Riders was comparable to a Late-stage War Emperor, enough for total Annihilation, enough to sweep through Nanshan Collection. Even the Peacock King would be intimidated by such a group and would hesitate to act.

But today, Hong Yu’s eyes were already red with slaughter.

He wore a crazed smile. "Hahaha, the Furious Flame Lion Riders? Using human-wave tactics again? You think you can bully me with numbers, is that it? Fine, fine! Today, I, Hong Yu, will give you a surprise! Let’s see who really has more people, and who’s the crazier motherfucker!"

With a furious roar, Xingtian appeared behind Hong Yu.

BOOM!

The Devouring Demon Tree grew frantically, surging to a height of a hundred zhang. Xingtian was actually beginning to undergo a tribulation.

As Hong Yu’s Thunder Emperor’s Divine Eyes pulsed, they directly devoured the gathering thunderclouds. Xingtian safely passed the tribulation to become a Fifth-Tribulation Execution Corpse. It let out a low roar as Execution Corpse Spirit Fruits fell one by one, transforming into Execution Corpse Warriors.

These were the souls of the powerhouses and Desolate Beasts that Hong Yu had previously slain.

Several hundred Execution Corpse Warriors, fearless of death, charged forward under the lead of the Fifth-Tribulation Execution Corpse, Xingtian.

A chaotic battle erupted in an instant.

But Hong Yu walked amidst the fray, his cold gaze fixed on the Lion Tribe’s young master in the air, whose face was alternating between green and white. He suddenly grinned, letting out a low roar...

"Ma Le Gobi! You son of a bitch, if you’ve got the guts, get the fuck down here!"