Chapter 392 - 139: How Dare Mere Barbarian Wild Gods Be So Insolent, He Is Reliable After All

The Qianyuan Cave Realm was in chaos. The sky was turbulent as a thick, blood-colored mist billowed upwards like plumes of signal smoke, rapidly obscuring the entire area.

Within this blood-red smoke, the wails of ghosts and howls of wolves could be heard. All sorts of resentful spirits shrieked as a sinister wind howled, as if the place had instantly transformed into the Nine Netherworld Fiery Prison, exuding a chilling, eerie aura.

Figures who had long been lying in wait burst from the depths of the dense forest. They immediately charged toward the group of young nobles, intending to kill these budding talents who represented the future fortune of Great Xia.

The various generals, snapping to their senses, led their armies to encircle and annihilate the attackers. A chaotic melee soon erupted, and the situation grew even more disorderly.

Masters from the Blood Immortal Sect, who had been plotting for a long time, hid among the chaos. They activated one blood-soaked Magical Artifact after another, chanting incantations. In coordination with various Sumeru Space items, they released a large number of Barbarian Race experts, all well-equipped and exuding ferocious auras.

Following them was a horde of Demon Beasts tamed by the Barbarian Race. Some spewed fire from their mouths, others toxic gas. Their power was immense, and for a time, the brutal battle was a shocking sight, with blood and shattered bone flying everywhere.

Jiang Lan withdrew his gaze from Emperor Xia. After a moment of thought, he ordered his men to charge forward.

Mounted on his fine steed, he drew his bow and nocked an arrow. One after another, his arrows flew like shooting stars, felling Barbarians and deliberately drawing the attention of their experts.

A few particularly tall Barbarian Race masters, clad in finer robes, noticed him from a great distance. A chill and killing intent appeared in their eyes.

One of them, reeking of a vicious aura, waved his hand, summoning several Barbarian Race experts to his side. He spoke to them in the Barbarian tongue, then made a throat-slitting gesture.

"Young Master, I think some of the Barbarian Race masters have their eyes on you."

"Should we retreat for now? We could wait for the other generals to lead their experts in an attack," one of his men said, full of worry.

Jiang Lan waved his hand dismissively, still appearing very casual. "In the Qianyuan Cave Realm, what kind of trouble can these insignificant Barbarians possibly stir up?"

"Just kill them without worry. The more Barbarians you kill, the more treasures and beauties I will reward you with."

Upon hearing this, his subordinates, who had been considering retreat, were suddenly filled with a soaring will to fight.

Since Jiang Lan had promised Emperor Xia he would put her mind at ease, he naturally wouldn’t just go through the motions. At the very least, he had to let her know that he was also trying to find a way to help her...

By deliberately drawing the attention of the Barbarian Race masters, he was, to some extent, placing himself in a dangerous situation.

Given that the relationship between the Prime Minister’s Mansion and Emperor Xia was like fire and water, it would be a blessing if the Prime Minister’s Mansion didn’t make things worse. How could they possibly intervene? They would normally just watch from the sidelines.

But if he acted this way and ended up in danger, how could his father, Jiang Lintian, possibly ignore it?

Therefore, in Emperor Xia’s eyes, his actions were a sign that he was risking his own life to force the Prime Minister’s Mansion to help her.

Of course... before all this, Jiang Lan had already coordinated with his father, Jiang Lintian.

When the Barbarian God’s phantom projection descended, his father would deal with it, while Emperor Xia would be responsible for protecting her National Treasure. In any case, Jiang Lan had already done his part. If the National Treasure was lost later, it would have nothing to do with him.

This was also the perfect opportunity to use Emperor Xia’s hand to eliminate a few people who were obstructing his plans.

The Blood Immortal Sect had collected so much Essence Blood and had even specially refined it, planning to set up a Grand Array here. For Jiang Lan, this was another chance for his Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Puppet to absorb it and transform...

The blood-red mist grew thicker. From within Jiang Lan’s shadow, a streak of blood-light silently slipped into the ground and vanished.

"Kill! Kill for me!"

"Anyone who kills a hundred Barbarians today will be rewarded with a Dao Artifact!" Jiang Lan shouted, drawing his bowstring. Another brilliant arrow flew out, piercing through a Barbarian.

"Yes, Young Master!"

All his men were instantly ecstatic. The value of a Dao Artifact went without saying; even some Sixth Realm figures were not qualified to possess one.

"Capture that man."

"He is the Son of the Prime Minister of Great Xia! His status is noble. If we sacrifice him to the Barbarian God, we will receive countless rewards."

Many of the Barbarian Race’s masters had also noticed Jiang Lan. They spoke in their own language, their eyes filled with malice as they targeted him.

One of them used a Barbarian Secret Technique, his body rapidly growing larger. He roared and charged forward, kicking up dust and stones, shrouded in a billowing Evil Qi like some vicious deity.

"Perfect timing. I’d like to see what a Barbarian like you is made of."

Jiang Lan seemed to have become interested. He flew forward, abandoning his bow and arrow to engage the Barbarian Race master in close combat. His physical body was crystalline and flawless like jade, yet at this moment, a terrifying power emanated from it. A direct shockwave blasted out, instantly causing the Barbarian Race master to explode before he could even scream.

’The Young Master was hiding his true strength! His power is terrifying. That Barbarian Race master’s cultivation was comparable to a Human Race cultivator at the Fourth Realm, yet he couldn’t even withstand a single palm strike!’

All of his subordinates were stunned. They had thought Jiang Lan was just a pampered young master, unsuited for battle, but who would have guessed he possessed such frightening strength?

Upon the high platform, Jiang Lintian witnessed this scene. His eyes seemed to narrow as a profound look passed through them, and then the corners of his mouth lifted into a smile.

A few Tributors at his side immediately spoke up, "Prime Minister, should we have the young master return? The Blood Immortal Sect and the Barbarian Race have joined forces for this retaliation. It’s fraught with danger. The young master has only just begun his cultivation. Although his strength is impressive, we fear he might be in peril..."

The other ministers heard this and also turned to look, only to see Jiang Lan seemingly even more excited. Instead of retreating, he advanced, leading his men to proactively engage the Barbarians in a slaughter.