Chapter Fifteen: Revenge Does Not Wait Overnight

  Three miles of land, the three hundred men led by the fastest centurions, their bodies like lightning, their blood and energy surging, in a flash they covered tens of meters. The other centurions followed closely behind, while the remaining nearly three hundred soldiers, though seething with anger, maintained the same pace. Half a cup of tea later, Xiao Yi and the twenty-eight centurions arrived at a point three miles away.

  His pupils suddenly contracted, and Xiao Yi's gaze passed over the three centurions standing still, looking forward. A small figure was hanging from a branch, with sharp branches piercing his chest. The little guy's face still had tears on it, but those big eyes were no longer alive. On one of his small arms, deep purple bruises still remained.

  "Aaah! How infuriating! You beast of the Fengya tribe!" A Wu Zhang officer bellowed, pounding his chest and making a thunderous noise, his entire body seething with rage.

  "Kill! Kill them all!"

  "Avenge Little Four with their heads!"

  These were several elite warriors of the Jingyuan Valley, who were so enraged that their bodies were trembling. Even other elite warriors would have been shocked and intimidated by this scene. This was no longer a provocation, but a robbery. Such young lives had passed away before their eyes like this.

  There are many things in life, birth, aging, illness and death, joy, anger, sorrow and pleasure, good and cruel, all without chance.

  After a dozen or so gasps, the vanguard of soldiers arrived one after another. Everyone was stunned, and then there were flames that filled the sky. The killing intent of nearly three hundred vanguards was almost palpable, startling all the beasts in the area to cower. Shi Lei and the other ten youths' eyes turned crimson, their bodies trembling with rage, not fear, but an indignant fury.

  "Put on the Little Four." Qian Gu spoke up, his voice calm, but his eyes were fiery red.

  Two soldiers carefully lifted down the tender body and wrapped it in soft animal hide, covering the pale little face.

  "Kill!"

  Shi Qiren let out a cold shout, nearly three hundred soldiers galloped with all their might, rushing towards the Wind Tooth tribe's encampment several miles away. In this world, one angry kill, revenge does not wait for nightfall.

  Seven miles away, by a stream.

  Dozens of animal hides were laid on the ground, Fengyan and another centurion stood shoulder to shoulder, nearly two hundred Wind Tooth tribe warriors stood motionless behind them. In front of everyone, a dark figure held a stone bowl, the stone bowl was full of crimson blood, drop by drop the blood dripped down, constantly drawing strange patterns on the ground. Not far away, a peak-level Wild Beast, Qingjiao Xi, lay dead, its flesh dry and withered.

  Half a moment later, Fengyan stepped forward and respectfully presented a piece of animal hide with over a hundred low-grade spirit stones on it.

  "Lord Azure Cloud, this is the essence stone you wanted."

  "Good, you've done well. After this is over, I'll give you an extra five years of life." The dark figure turned around and took the animal skin. He was a man wrapped entirely in black wolf fur, with a hoarse voice and a lean, gaunt frame, like dry firewood.

  Upon hearing Hei Ying's words, Feng Yan was overjoyed and bowed three times in a row. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Hei Ying wave his hand.

  "Step down, don't talk too much."

  "Yes, sir!"

  Feng Yan's expression suddenly became tense, and a look of fear appeared on his face. He retreated repeatedly, not daring to say another word. The wind blew across his forehead, lifting up his black hair and revealing a faint cloud-shaped mark between his eyebrows.

  With a cold hum, the dark shadow buried block after block of inferior spirit stones underground. As the last of the hundred or so inferior spirit stones were buried, the originally dense bloodstains on the ground mysteriously disappeared. At this moment, a faint rumbling sound came from not far away, as if a large number of wild beasts were running, and a chilling killing intent wafted over from afar.

  "My sons, it's up to you now." The dark figure chuckled and took two steps forward, only to mysteriously disappear into thin air.

  "Fengyan!"

  A loud shout like thunder, shaking the branches and leaves to fall, as if a gust of wind had risen from the ground. Then, several earth-shaking explosions occurred in front of Feng Yan and others, four or five ancient trees with trunks as thick as several people's arms were split open, revealing nearly three hundred cold and stern figures.

  Everyone is filled with killing intent, the human race has been defending its territory against the hundred clans, fighting for the continuation of their species. This is a taboo that has now been violated and requires blood to be repaid.

  Such a young life, had not yet seen this world, all living beasts were novel things, but forever slept, this one death, was eternity.

  Xiao Yi's expression was cold and stern, no matter in the era of technological advancement or this ancient land, it was something he could not accept. Today, someone had to pay with their life, now, someone had to shed blood.

  "Qian Gu, you really dare to come over." Feng Yan said, with a cold smile at the corner of his mouth. "Today, all of you will stay here."

  "Who do you think you are?!"

  With one step, a majestic momentum rose up, and the next moment, his whole body was like a raging flame, the Fire God descended to the world, and an overwhelming spiritual will pressed down. Every step he took, the ground shook violently. Three steps passed, and with a loud crack, a hideous fissure split open beneath his feet.

  Clang!

  Behind him, a crimson copper knife emerged from its scabbard. A nine-foot-long green blade of air tore through the sky, and with one step, he traversed tens of meters. The blade of air was like a rainbow, sweeping towards Wind Rock.

  "Good courage!" Fengyan let out a loud shout, the giant red copper halberd behind him scraping out a strange gust of wind that collided with the red copper knife.

  Boom!

  Mars splashed, each one was dazzling and piercing to the eye. Shi Taiyi and Feng Yan retreated three steps at the same time. Meanwhile, another Wind Clan centurion let out a loud roar, and a pair of human-head-sized white bone hammers whizzed out from behind him. A blood-colored river appeared behind him, only one zhang wide and three zhang long. As soon as it appeared, many Bloodstone Tribe people's minds were dazed, as if they had smelled the thick smell of blood.

  "Give me your life!"

  Shi Qiren coldly shouted, and behind him a large green iron spear shot out like a dragon emerging from its lair. His body was surrounded by a storm of wind and thunder, and behind him appeared a silver flash of lightning and a whirlwind of cyan wind. The momentum of the wind and thunder was overwhelming, instantly dispelling the bloody aura.

  "Kill!" Shi Qian roared, his eyes blazing with fury, as he drew his spear and charged out like lightning.

  Rumble!

  As if two giant beasts collided with each other, hundreds of soldiers fought together, the sound of metal clashing like thunder exploding, deafening and stunning.

  Xiao Yi's body shape remained still, and a black iron bow fell into his hand. This was the Bloodstone Tribe's mid-ranking warrior, Iron Gall Bow, forged from refined black iron, with the tendon of a giant snake as its string. It could not be drawn without the strength of a Wu Zong, and it could withstand eighty jin of force.

  The arrow was a black iron arrow, the bow an iron gallbladder bow. The dark arrowhead shone with a cold light, and the flexible bow curved like a half-moon. The black iron arrow shot out four feet of pale blue arrow energy. He drew his bow again and again, each black iron arrow shooting out like a streak of black lightning, silent and unstoppable. Every arrow pierced the throat of a Wind Tooth tribesman, ten arrows gone, not one missing its mark.

  Reaching the realm of cracking sounds with archery, even among the many squad leaders of the Bloodstone tribe, few can achieve it. What's more, for ordinary warriors like those from the Windtooth tribe, in the blink of an eye, another dozen or so people have died.

  Qian Gu, a hundred men long with black hair dancing wildly, he held in his hand a large bronze axe chopping angrily, the axe's aura was vast and powerful. Behind him stood a mountain, the rear mountain of the Blood Stone tribe. Although it wasn't high, it had a kind of majestic atmosphere, deep and heavy. This was Qian Gu's power. Every time an axe fell, it felt as heavy as a mountain. Every time an axe fell, one member of the Feng Ya tribe was killed.

  This is a second-rate martial art of the Bloodstone Tribe, Mountain-Cleaving Axe. In the hands of Qian Gu's Hundred-Man Commander, it has been brought to its ultimate form. Every axe strike is perfectly harmonious and natural, exuding a powerful and majestic spirit that suppresses all directions.

  Pfft!

  A warrior of the Wind Tooth tribe had his war spear cut in two, and he was split in half, blood and bone exposed, fresh blood gushing out, seeping into the ground.

  Ten young men fought bloody battles, becoming warriors of the human tribe. For the first time, they engaged in mortal combat with their own kind. Every person fought to the point of madness, grappling with each other, facing life and death. Several young men were covered in blood, their cultivation varying in strength. At every critical moment, a black arrow would appear like a ghost, shooting down enemies and giving them a chance to catch their breath.

  Boom!

  The cold air waves spread out, and Shi Qiren and Shi Taizhen were blown away at the same time. The two of them had vigorous blood and energy, as if they were endless. Their momentum was like a hurricane, a green hurricane that swept across the sky, covering everything, as if it had gained spirituality.

  Qian Gu made his move, joining forces with Shi Qi Ren to take down one enemy, the five hundred men clashed, the second wave of momentum transformed from virtual to real, intertwined together, the atmosphere was tense and turbulent, and had become the center of the battlefield. Without Qian Gu's suppression, the pressure on many of the Feng Ya tribe's squad leaders was suddenly reduced, a squad leader holding a war spear, his figure like the wind, broke through the crowd, and rushed towards Xiao Yi to kill him.

  The broken spear entered his hand, Xiao Yi's eyes gleamed like a sword, and the killing aura surged around him. He stepped forward, and behind him, the momentum of the barbaric elephant appeared, a green-scaled barbaric elephant fiercely galloping, its four limbs already showing signs of solidification.

  "Approaching the second heaviest force!"

  The Feng Ya tribesman let out a startled cry, his spirit shaken. The wild elephant ran wildly, as if it had heard the sound of the earth shaking. At this moment, Xiao Yi suddenly made his move, his broken spear transforming into a pale blue electric light that pierced through the air, producing a thunderous roar.

  Wind and Thunder Gun Technique, 11th Form: Thunderclap of Ten Thousand Pounds

  This was Xiao Yi's peak strike, his body and gun merged, one step ten zhang, eight heavenly veins shook in unison, faintly stirring the ninth heavenly vein, producing a rumbling thunderous sound.

  Clang!

  Even if his cultivation was deeper than Xiao Yi's, with a strength of fifty jin, under Xiao Yi's single spear, this Wu Zhang still felt a chill run down his spine, his spirit and will were suppressed, and three or four tenths of his strength were gone. He struck back with his spear, but the whole person was shaken off, his blood boiling, and he spat out a mouthful of reverse blood.

  In mid-air, he only saw Xiao Yi's spine shaking, arched like a long bow, with the broken spear shooting out like an arrow, horizontal to his waist. In an instant, it was as if a sharp arrow had left the string, the bowstring vibrating, and a fierce breaking sound flashed by.

  Pfft!

  His chest was pierced, the broken spear shot out like an arrow, carrying the body of this Wu Chang, and nailed it heavily to a ancient tree dozens of meters away. Everyone please vote for Ren Huang, also thank you all for your comments in the book review area, welcome everyone to discuss, as long as it's not malicious abuse, the deputy editor will add precision.