Chapter 437 - 295: Feigned Act, Real Slaughter

Chu Ming didn’t care and, after glancing at the old woman, walked towards the two corpses of the Wolf Race, taking the spoils.

Three fake crowns, and the Wolf Pattern Crown can regain its luster again.

After taking all the treasures, he kicked the two corpses to the Demon Wolf’s mouth.

"Eat."

The Demon Wolf hesitated not, swallowing them in two bites.

Quite a good helper at destroying evidence.

After devouring the two bodies, the Demon Wolf crouched in fear on the ground.

The old woman, keeping her last breath, felt both shocked and doubtful, but dared not speak.

"The Wolf Race will not protect your clan." Chu Ming turned to the old woman and pointed at the elixir on the ground, "I can."

The old woman stared at the young man in black, a peculiar light flashing deep within her cloudy eyes.

"May I ask who my benefactor is..."

"Who I am is not important," Chu Ming said as he turned, leaping lightly onto a high tree, "You’d better quickly recover from your injuries, your people are in Xiqu Bay to the west, the Huang Forbidden Army has discovered their whereabouts."

With those words, the young man in black vanished.

The old woman gazed at the eerie and deep forest, a bit stunned.

Just... left like that?

"Roar... Roar..."

The Demon Wolf attempted to rise, growling lowly toward the direction the young man in black disappeared, seemingly as if demonstrating.

"..." The old woman glanced at the white porcelain bottle before her, then at the Demon Wolf, "Cyan Wolf, come over."

"Roar... Roar..."

The Demon Wolf made a few more low growls before obediently coming to the old woman’s side.

The old woman first picked up the white porcelain bottle on the ground, then took an elixir from herself and tossed it to the Demon Wolf, ingesting several herself.

After meditating briefly at the spot, she mounted the Demon Wolf.

"Go!"

"..."

...

White River Basin, Xiqu Bay.

This bay is named Xiqu Bay because it resembles both a channel and a bay, and its shape is like a curved corner.

Inside the bay.

Huang Forbidden Army Cavalry Captain Pei Qin blocked this Spirit Contract Race led by Qi Konghen with five hundred men.

"Qi Konghen, you’d better surrender obediently."

On Qi Konghen’s side, there were only a few Upper Meridian Unlocking Realm members.

While the Huang Forbidden Army, besides Cavalry Captain Pei Qin being Late Stage Lower Meridian Unlocking Realm, had three more Early and Middle Stage Lower Meridian Unlocking Realm members.

Though there was a small disparity in numbers, it was difficult to make up for the lack of high-end power.

Qi Konghen glared ahead: "Even if I die today, it will be a battle death!"

"Hehe, a battle death? Qi Konghen, you’re overestimating yourself." Pei Qin sneered.

"If you want to fight, then fight!" Qi Konghen clenched his fists tightly.

"Wait, don’t be hasty." But Pei Qin chose to encircle them without attacking.

Wait? Wait for what?

Qi Konghen felt both shocked and doubtful.

Soon, he understood what they were waiting for.

There was commotion outside, followed by shadows dashing through the dense forest, seeming to flee.

"Yuewu?!"

Entering the bay were another group of Spirit Contract Race, Qi Yuewu.

"Elder Konghen?!"

The Spirit Contract Race people from the two groups joined together.

There’s more commotion from the rear.

Huang Forbidden Army Cavalry Captain Yang Rong led five hundred men forward.

"Lord Yang."

"Lord Pei."

The two Cavalry Captains greeted each other leisurely.

Qi Konghen and Qi Yuewu were startled, suddenly realizing.

Huang Forbidden Army had intentionally driven them here.

"Lord Yang, should we act now?" Cavalry Captain Pei Qin asked.

Yang Rong scanned the surrounded Spirit Contract Race people in the bay, his brow furrowed slightly, "Is the Spirit Contract Race Elder Qi Lanshui not here?"

"Eh?" Pei Qin was somewhat unexpectedly suspicious: "Seems he’s really not here."

"Did that old thing run away with the Spirit Contract Race’s treasure Pisces Contract Language?"

"It’s not impossible!" Yang Rong gazed solemnly at Qi Konghen in front, his voice low, "Qi Konghen is Qi Lanshui’s own grandson, capture him, and we’ll know with a single question."

"Pei Hu, Pei Chuan, capture them." Pei Qin gave the order.

"Yes."

The two armored men at the back led the Huang Forbidden Army to charge towards the Spirit Contract Race.

Both were Early Lower Meridian Unlocking Realm experts.

Qi Konghen and Qi Yuewu simultaneously wielded their weapons to attack.

South of Xiqu Bay.

Wind Spirit Race Elders Feeng Zhi and Feeng Ying had disguised themselves, dressed in bandit attire, hidden there. Behind them was a dense mass, all of whom were bandits, numbering over ten thousand.

"Has the Clan Leader not given the order yet?" Feeng Ying was somewhat anxious.

"Wait a little longer."

The two had been ordered by Chu Ming to lead and organize the bandit ambush here, awaiting just a command.

Returning to Xiqu Bay.

Bang bang bang!

With only three exchanges, Qi Konghen and Qi Yuewu were battered back by the Huang Forbidden Army led by Pei Hu and Pei Chuan.

Seeing they were about to be defeated.

"Roar!"

A wolf howl suddenly sounded from behind.

"It’s the Tribe Elder!"

The Spirit Contract Tribe Elder arrived on Cyan Flame Demon Wolf’s back.

"Cyan Flame Demon Wolf!"

"Spirit Contract Race Elder Qi Lanshui!"

"Lord Pei, Pisces Contract Language must be with this person, capture her!"

Yang Rong sprung into the air, wielding a long spear, directly rushing towards the old woman.

Pei Qin moved discontentedly, following closely.

"Woo..."

With one strike, the Cyan Flame Demon Wolf was swept away by Yang Rong.

With another strike, the abdomen of the already one-armed Spirit Contract Tribe Elder was pierced through.

Yang Rong held the spear, its icy cold tip pointed at the old woman’s face, "Qi Lanshui, hand over the Pisces Contract Language, I will petition His Majesty to spare your life."

"Spare my life?" The old woman chuckled bitterly, "Lord Yang, if your Yang family faced this tribulation, would you live alone?"

Yang Rong’s eyes flashed with chill upon hearing this: "Qi Lanshui, I don’t want to hear nonsense, hand over the Pisces Contract Language!"

The old woman closed her eyes, saying no more.

Qi Konghen and Qi Yuewu glared at the Huang Forbidden Army, their hatred so deep it seemed they wanted to devour flesh and blood.

"If that’s the case, don’t blame me for being merciless!"

Yang Rong actually had some ties with the Spirit Contract Race, thus didn’t want to act ruthlessly.

But with imperial orders, and the Spirit Contract Race refusing to yield, he could only resort to the bloodiest measures.

"Capture them all, interrogate the Pisces Contract Language’s whereabouts, resistors will be indiscriminately killed!"

"Yes."

Yang Rong’s unit of the Huang Forbidden Army also joined the battlefield.

The thousand Huang Forbidden Army versus the three thousand Spirit Contract Race, still a one-sided overwhelming crushing.