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Recalling what he had done after he came to the Fire Rude Clan's town, he realized that he had been led by the nose by the enemy all the time.
The enemy's scheme was so well-connected that it was almost flawless.
Although Master Black Moon was sordid and cunning, he couldn't have come up with such a scheme.
It was said that Han Yuantai, the Lord of Behemoth Eagle, was a brave general in the Ghost Qin Eight Tribes and Han Baling's right-hand man. The scheme must've been his doing.
If an Appeasing Ambassador was killed, the court could send a second, a third, or even a hundred.
However, if the Great Qian Dynasty's image was shattered, and everybody lost their support, everything would be irreversible.
Ling Shoujing smiled bitterly.
It was true that he had seen through everything in a moment, but what could he do? He was just giving advice in hindsight.
As he expected, noises were echoing from the Fire Rude Clan's town. Countless dragons made of torches zigzagged close. They were all the chiefs, leaders, and leaders of the hundred tribes in the Southland of Sorcerers.
They had all been invited by Master Black Moon to watch the Hundred-Victory Great Arena in three days.
But right now, they were the best witnesses to witness the Great Qian Dynasty's' unruly and shameless' deeds in person.
In such a case, it did not seem inappropriate to blame the court for the unexpected death of the old chief of the Fire Rude Clan.
The building was about to collapse, and nothing could be salvaged. The despair in Ling Shoujing's heart was a hundred times greater than that of his daughter.
As he expected, Master Black Moon ignored Ling Lanyin's question and simply smiled at her kindly, baring his white teeth. He said in a barely audible voice, "I've long heard that the Purple Pole Sword Sect is an orthodox sect and that your Purple Pole Primordial Chaos Mystic Art is one of the best arts to nurture one's soul. Now that you have advanced into the peak of the Core Formation Stage at such a young age, I assume that you must've grasped the Purple Pole Primordial Chaos Mystic Art to the best level and have developed a marvelous body.
"I've been stuck in the beginning level of the Yuanying Stage for decades without making any progress despite absorbing too much essence and blood. Now that I have the body of Jin Dan, I may be able to advance into the middle level of the Yuanying Stage. Haha. Hahahaha."
Ling Lanyin's face turned pale.
Although she did not completely understand the other party's meaning, she could not resist the malicious aura released by Venerable Black Moon with Yuanying.
Being glanced up and down by Master Black Moon's extremely evil eyes, she was like a lamb that had fallen into the mouth of a jackal and was slowly being rubbed by its sharp fangs.
Countless barbarian chiefs and sorcerers rushed to Huo Wujiu's camp while yelling.
At this moment, the first red glow of dawn had already appeared on the horizon. Like a single spark setting a prairie ablaze, the red glow soon filled half of the sky, illuminating everything that was happening in the campsite even more clearly.
The appearance of the father and daughter of the Ling family and so many Black Tiger Iron Guards in Huo Wujiu's camp, along with the severed limbs and rivers of blood, was irrefutable evidence.
"Warriors of the hundred clans in the Southland of Sorcerers, look at the shameless deeds of the central plateaus!"
The evilness on Master Black Moon's face was gone. When he slowly flew into the sky, he looked absolutely righteous and infuriated.
He immediately changed his tone into one of indignation and bellowed, "We made a deal and made a blood oath in front of all the gods and devils in the hundred thousand mountains that we would compete for the position of chief of the Fire Rude Tribe in the Hundred Victories Great Arena. The winner would be decided by the valor of the two parties.
"But those shameless, cowardly people of the Great Qian Dynasty did not follow the rules at all. They ambushed Huo Wujiu's camp in the middle of the night and killed countless natives of the Southland of Sorcerers.
"They were scared and did not dare to compete with our warriors and the warriors of Cloud Qin fair and square in the arena. Instead, they resorted to such clandestine, vicious methods.
"If I hadn't seen it in time, they would've killed Huo Wujiu.
"The sacred rules that have been passed on for a thousand years have been insulted by them. The dignity of all the warriors of the Southland of Sorcerers has been insulted by them. The mountains of the entire Southland of Sorcerers have been insulted by them."
Master Black Moon's every word was exploding next to the ears of the barbarian Cultivators and the chiefs of the barbarian tribes like thunder.
Master Black Moon was a respected figure among the hundred tribes in the Southland of Sorcerers. The sorcerers of many tribes were deeply connected to him. Besides, the evidence was right in front of their eyes. So many Black Tiger Iron Guards couldn't have been invited by Huo Wujiu's men, could they?
The methods of the court were too sordid.
The barbarian Cultivators who were on Huo Wujiu's side in the first place naturally burst into fury and roared crazily.
The centrists who had been wavering with the wind frowned hard, too, feeling disdain for the clandestine methods of the emperor's army.
Even the barbarian Cultivators and the chiefs of the barbarian tribes, who had been on Ling Shoujing and Huo Wuji's side, couldn't help but feel embarrassed and waver.
The barbarian Cultivators who had been drunk by Ling Shoujing and the rest of them in the banquet were even more infuriated now that they had woken up with a hangover.
What was the meaning of this? They had been kept in the dark about such an important thing and even got all of them drunk. Wasn't it obvious that they were not trusted and were being used as a cover?
More importantly, there were so many crystals and magical equipment, but none of them had a share.
It was — it was too sordid, shameless, and hateful!
For a moment, everybody's heart was shaking. Few of the barbarian Cultivators were on the Great Qian Dynasty's side sincerely anymore.
The corners of Venerable Black Moon's mouth curled up into a fleeting sinister smile. He swung his right arm downwards, "Kill them all!"
The hundreds of Ghost Qin's soldiers above the Refinement Stage had been hiding deep inside the forest like ice that had been melted in water. Nobody could detect them at all.
But right now, they stood out and lunged at the Black Tiger Iron Guards in dozens of arrowheads with overwhelming killing intent.
The barbarian Cultivators loyal to Huo Wujiu, who had been deployed outside of the camp in the first place, jumped out and blocked the fish that had escaped, too.
Han Yuantai, the right-hand man of the regent of Ghost Qin and the Lord of Behemoths on the Dark Cloud Prairies, was riding the Dragon Wolf, which was stronger than a rhino, swifter than a cheetah, and more brutal than a viper, as it stomped toward Ling Shoujing.
Master Black Moon, on the other hand, licked his lips and went to Ling Lanyin with a smile.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! The sharp arrows of the Ghost Qin soldiers were all magical equipment that had been carved with complicated spiritual stripes and triggered ever-changing shadows in midair. One sharp arrow could be divided into almost ten streaks of auras, resulting in a storm of arrows that smashed the Black Tiger Iron Guards overwhelmingly.
Huala!
Ling Shoujing was blown almost ten meters away by the Dragon Wolf. His spiritual shield and his armor were all shattered, and he vomited blood crazily. He was no match for Han Yuantai at all.
Had Han Yuantai not intended to make the 'angel of the Great Qian Dynasty' more embarrassed, he probably would've been blown into smithereens after the stomp.
Hiu!
Ling Lanyin's orchid sword emanated glamorous brilliance in midair.
Pu!
A cluster of vague black air was condensed into the shape of a crescent moon and cut the orchid sword aura into halves easily. It also released ripples that looked like a 'lunar halo' and swallowed the sword aura.
The enemy had two Yuanying experts, while the enemy only had one poor Cultivator in the beginning stage of the Core Formation Stage and one Jin Dan. It was a game without any suspense at all.
Ling Shoujing, Ling Lanyin, and all the Black Tiger Iron Guards couldn't have been more desperate. Their faces were exactly the same as the heads of the swordsmen of the Purple Pole Sword Sect who were rolling on the ground.
"Death is the only outcome today."
Ling Shoujing struggled to his feet. Vomiting blood, he roared, "Cultivators of the Great Qian Dynasty, die before retreat!"
The Black Tiger Iron Guards, each with a couple of sharp arrows in his body, also roared, "Hu Ben of the Ling family, die before retreat!"
Panic and confusion flashed on Ling Lanyin's face, which was replaced by determination and indifference a moment later. She pointed her longsword at Master Black Moon, and the aura of her sword pierced through the morning sun that had just risen from the mountains.
Master Black Moon burst into laughter. He stomped on the ground and dashed toward Ling Lanyin unpredictably like a crescent moon in the clouds.
The game of a lion hunting a rabbit was about to come to an end in a moment.
Han Yuantai, a noble of Ghost Qin who had been expressionless and as solemn as an ocean, had a square face that was twisted into the shape of a fried dough twist.
"Watch out behind you!"
He shrieked a warning, completely losing the calmness that a Yuanying expert should've had. He was even more nervous than Ling Shoujing when he showed up a moment ago.
Abandoning Ling Shoujing, who could've been killed with a cough, he darted toward Master Black Moon like an arrow that had just been shot.
At this moment, Master Black Moon was only one step away from Ling Lanyin.
His back, on the other hand, was facing the giant pit at the center of the camp where Huo Wujiu's tent had been.
The giant pit was a trap that Han Yuantai and Master Black Moon had prepared in advance. A lot of grenades, poisonous oil, and will-o '-the-wisps had been planted inside. Dozens of barbarian Cultivators who were loyal to the Great Qian Dynasty had been killed just now.
With the dead bodies of the barbarian Cultivators as the fuel, the green will-o '-the-wisps were still burning to this moment. Instead, when Master Black Moon leaped over the pit and lunged at Ling Lanyin, they suddenly grew more intense.
The green will-o '-the-wisps were bouncing as if they were alive. Creepy chuckles echoed from the depths of the will-o' -the-wisps, and two fiery tentacles as thick as boas extended out. One of them was thrown at Han Yuantai brutally, and the other rolled toward Master Black Moon without a sound.
Pa!
Han Yuantai did not dodge at all. He collided with one of the tentacles, raising colorful flames of spiritual energy.
After a few weird noises, the Lord of Behemoth Eagle on the Dark Cloud Prairies screamed miserably and fell backward, while he touched his face crazily.
As it turned out, the seemingly unsubstantial, empty demonic fire was hiding long needles that were multiple times thinner than hair.
Han Yuantai had thought that the enemy was attacking with pure spiritual energy. Confident in his abundant spiritual energy, he was not scared of a head-on collision.
But as it turned out, the weird existence hiding inside the pit of the demonic fire was so shameless as to hide needles in silk.
There was no telling what materials or techniques the needles were made of, but they were as thin as hair and as feeble as bones. Even with his senses of the Yuanying level, he could not detect them at all.
As it happened, the needles were extremely hard and pierced through his spiritual shield easily, piercing into his mouth and nose deeply.
The long needles seemed to boast weird techniques. After they pierced into his face, they were still wriggling and crawling into his head like maggots attached to bones.
What kind of sorcery is this?
Greatly shocked, Han Yuantai retreated quickly as if he had seen a ghost. Summoning his spiritual energy to force the needles out, he had no time to bother Master Black Moon at all.
Master Black Moon was only at the beginning level of the Yuanying level, and his capability was even lower than Han Yuantai's. Besides, the tentacles were mainly aimed at him. Before he realized what was going on, his entire right leg had been tied up. The dozens of venomous needles hidden inside the flames pierced into his veins and flowed to his body along his veins.
"Ahhh!"
Master Black Moon felt that his veins and veins were being gnawed by thousands of ants. The circulation of his spiritual energy was completely blocked.
Shua!
Under the watch of all the barbarian Cultivators, the Black Tiger Iron Guards, and the Ghost Qin cavalry, Master Black Moon was dragged into the bottomless pit that was enshrouded in green ghostly fire without being able to resist at all.
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