Chapter 590

"Tell me about your Wolf Bone Stronghold," Deng Yuxiang said, "starting with the stronghold master."

"Back, back to my lord, our Wolf Bone Stronghold master is named Lang Wu, a believer of the Greedy Wolf, he should be a high-stage Sea Realm, I don't know his specific strength."

"The two stronghold mistresses are both believers of the Thousand Bones, the first mistress should be a mid-to-high-stage Sea Realm, the second mistress is a low-stage Sea Realm, she only advanced half a month ago."

"Wolf Bone Stronghold has a total of seventy-three people, eighteen Greedy Wolf disciples, twenty-three Thousand Bones believers, mostly mid-to-high-stage Jiang Jing."

The female disciple of the Mud Venerable said tremblingly.

Under Deng Yuxiang's piercing gaze, the other party could be said to have told everything she knew.

Beside a large tree not far away, the black-clad woman's expression grew increasingly ugly!

The strength and realm of the stronghold master and his mistresses could be mentioned; it could be used to intimidate this group of mysterious people, and could also add a bargaining chip for their own survival.

But the Mud Venerable's female disciple was rambling on, about to reveal all the intelligence of Wolf Bone Stronghold!

How could that be allowed?

"Cui Li!" The black-clad woman squeezed a name through her teeth.

The Mud Venerable's female disciple shivered instantly, her words stopping.

Deng Yuxiang frowned slightly, turned her head, and looked coldly at the black-clad woman: "Did I give you permission to speak?"

The black-clad woman's heart gave a fierce jolt!

She braced herself to stand firm.

The straw-clad woman's sharp gaze was like two knives, piercing straight into her heart.

"Good fellow~" Lu Ran was expressionless, but he was muttering in his heart.

As expected of my great Nightmare!

She really is fierce!

"Speak." Deng Yuxiang continued to look at the black-clad woman and spoke softly.

Beside the horse's hooves, the Mud Venerable's female disciple named Cui Li continued to say tremblingly: "The remaining thirty-plus people are disciples from various sects and factions, including 8 of our Mud Venerable believers, 6 Desolate Drum believers, and 2 Nine Bamboo believers."

She reeled off many disciples of weak gods.

Upon hearing "Nine Bamboo Faction," Si Xianxian lowered her head slightly, using the wide brim of her bamboo hat to cover her face.

Mother Si was a believer of the Seventh-Rank God, Nine Bamboo.

If one came to Holy Lingshan, one could only live by looking at others' faces and could only be slaughtered at will.

I hope Mom won't come.

Si Xianxian pursed her lips.

No, she definitely won't!

Mom's talent is very poor, her combat power is very low, even advancing to the high-stage Jiang Jing is a luxury, so how could she possibly be favored by Lord Nine Bamboo and thrown into this human slaughterhouse?

Disciples of the seventh, eighth, and ninth-rank gods are inherently very rare in the Mountain Realm.

Anyone who can enter the mountain must be a standout of a sect like the Shadow Guard Team's Zhong sisters.

Thinking of this, Si Xianxian's mood brightened considerably.

Suddenly, she sensed a gaze watching her, carrying a trace of pressure.

Si Xianxian turned her head to look and met the eyes of Fairy Jiang.

Jiang Ruyi was meticulous and seemed to have seen through Si Xianxian's psychological activity; she gently shook her fingers in her left hand, which was hanging naturally.

Si Xianxian pursed her lips, endured a trace of palpitation, lowered her head, and spurred her horse forward.

As the two steeds stood side by side, Si Xianxian also grasped the hand of the Sect Master's wife.

It felt soft and somewhat cold to the touch.

Yet it was especially heartwarming.

Si Xianxian had just calmed her emotions and had become strong, but because of Jiang Ruyi's small gesture, a trace of grievance inexplicably welled up in her heart again.

Indeed, with Lu Ran and Jiang Ruyi here, she could be an ordinary little girl.

She could receive a lot, a lot of love.

And just as Si Xianxian felt this silent comfort, the Mud Venerable's female disciple not far away revealed a truth that was not hard to guess:

The thirty-plus disciples of weak gods were just the lowest-level slaves.

Slaves with no human rights to speak of, suffering humiliation and oppression.

"Heh." Deng Yuxiang gave a cold laugh.

The Mud Venerable's female disciple knelt on the ground, shaking even more violently.

She didn't know what the cold laugh of a Sea Realm powerhouse meant, or which of her words had displeased the other party.

She only knew that she could be executed at any time.

Or she could suffer a fate worse than death.

"Can I believe you?" Deng Yuxiang said again.

"Every word is true! My lord, I dare not deceive you, if there is even a hint of a lie, may I die a horrible death..." The Mud Venerable's female disciple kept swearing poisonous oaths.

Deng Yuxiang did believe that the other party dared not lie.

However, Deng Yuxiang still looked at the black-clad woman under the tree in the distance and asked, "Is what she said true?"

Tan Wenhui's face was livid!

Combining Deng Yuxiang's various expressions, Tan Wenhui had already realized what this group of mysterious people wanted to do.

Playing the "hating evil like an enemy" act?

Fuck!

What the hell are you pretending to be?

Living on Holy Lingshan, how clean can you be?

Tan Wenhui cursed secretly, thinking one thing but saying another: "Fellow Daoist is righteous, I admire you, but don't listen to this person's nonsense..."

"What did I say wrong?" The Mud Venerable's female disciple suddenly shouted, her voice very loud.

Trembling with fear, she had been shrouded in terror and her mind was not very clear.

At this moment, she finally reacted and immediately spoke up to refute.

She gradually cleared her thoughts and knew that she had nowhere left to retreat!

After all, she had revealed so much intelligence; if she were dragged back to Wolf Bone Stronghold, given the cruel nature of the stronghold master and the mistresses, what awaited her would surely be a fate worse than death.

Now, she could only pin her hopes on this mysterious and powerful straw-clad woman.

Hoping the other party could uphold justice.

And provide some protection to the Mud Venerable disciples.

"Yeah, what was said wrong?" The Mud Venerable disciples chimed in, filled with righteous indignation.

"Aren't we just slaves being enslaved by you? A few days ago, there was even a Cold Plum disciple who was forced to death by you and committed suicide in a breakdown!"

"Right! Even in death, there is no peace; the flesh and blood were picked clean, and the skeleton was buried in the second mistress's back garden, to be taken out for amusement at any time..."

"Shut up! All of you, shut up!" Tan Wenhui shouted sternly.

Deng Yuxiang's gaze was cold as she watched the black-clad woman quietly.

Fifth-Rank God, Cold Plum.

Not to mention the combat power of this faction, the character traits of its disciples were quite prominent—unyielding integrity!

They were indeed capable of choosing destruction over compromise.

As for "no peace for the bones," this involved the divine technique of the Thousand Bones believers.

Third-Rank God, Thousand Bones, bestowed upon its disciples a Jiang Jing ultimate move—Sorrow of White Bones!

Thousand Bones believers could establish a spiritual connection with corpses through spellcasting and manipulate the dead to continue fighting.

While in the human world,

Thousand Bones believers might manipulate demon corpses to fight, but they would never desecrate the bones of human comrades.

But on Holy Lingshan, there were no such scruples.

"End it yourself." Deng Yuxiang's thin lips parted slightly.

Upon hearing this, Tan Wenhui's expression became extremely ugly.

As a peak Jiang Jing Greedy Wolf disciple, she really didn't fear many people.

Even if the other party was a Sea Realm powerhouse, the Greedy Wolf faction could still escape.

After all, she possessed the divine technique, Wolf Stealth!

At the River Artifact level, this technique could not only turn one invisible but also conceal all aura fluctuations, even hiding the scent on one's body.

Fortunately, the Mud Mountain Pig had low intelligence and only knew how to vent its anger on the giant mud statue.

Yet Tan Wenhui happened to encounter a Lord Bei Feng believer!

Wanting to leave without a sound was nothing but a pipe dream.

"Fine, I'll help you." Deng Yuxiang made a casual gesture, and her broken blade left its sheath.

She held the Night-Slaying Blade and gently tapped the side of the horse's neck with the cold blade.

"Snort~" The Black Fire Colt snorted, lifted its hooves wrapped in flames, and walked toward the black-clad woman.

"Fellow Daoist is powerful, but my Wolf Bone Stronghold is not to be trifled with!" Tan Wenhui retreated step by step and said loudly, "Stronghold Master Lang is a peak Sea Realm!

The Greedy Wolf faction is vengeful and specializes in assassination!

You definitely don't want to provoke such people!"

Deng Yuxiang, however, smiled: "Is that so?"

Tan Wenhui gripped her dagger tightly: "I am a capable subordinate of Stronghold Master Lang; if you lay a hand on me, fellow Daoist, there will be no peace for you in the future!"

Deng Yuxiang nodded lightly: "Rest assured, I will slaughter your Stronghold Master Lang as well."

"Our Stronghold Master Lang also has an elder brother who is also a peak Sea Realm powerhouse! He is also a sect master with powerful influence!"

"Oh?" Deng Yuxiang raised her eyebrows slightly, one hand resting on the horse's back.

The warhorse beneath her was very spiritual and immediately stopped its pace.

Seeing Deng Yuxiang stop, Tan Wenhui hurriedly said: "Our Stronghold Master Lang Wu's elder brother is the Wolf Flower Stronghold Master, Lang Wen!

Stronghold Master Lang Wen is even stronger and has several Sea Realm powerhouses under his command!

Fellow Daoist, don't for the sake of a few lowly slaves..."

When saying the last few words, Tan Wenhui glared fiercely at the Mud Venerable believers.

The sinister gaze from the Greedy Wolf disciple made people's hair stand on end!

The group of Mud Venerable believers didn't even dare to breathe loudly and lowered their heads one after another.

Tan Wenhui snorted coldly in her heart, looked up at the majestic woman on the horse, and said in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoist, don't provoke people you shouldn't for the sake of these cheap slaves.

Don't throw away your life for nothing!"

The words were spoken with weight.

One had to admit that Tan Wenhui was a character; in the face of the vast sea, she actually dared to issue threats.

"Clack, clack, clack."

The sound of horse hooves rose again.

Tan Wenhui's pupils shrank slightly!

She had just thought that she had intimidated the other party; at the very least, this straw-clad woman had slowed her movements, as if she had some concerns.

But at this moment...

The straw-clad woman tapped the horse's belly with her heels and was actually crushing forward again?

"Swish~"

Tan Wenhui's figure disappeared instantly.

She could pull the tiger's skin to wave the banner, but once she entered a real fight with real blades and guns, she couldn't even break Deng Yuxiang's defense!

"Whoosh!!"

Deng Yuxiang raised her hand abruptly.

In an instant, a gale swept through!

A turbulent wind current whistled out, the forest shook violently, trees broke and fell one after another, and even more were uprooted.

This move left everyone stunned.

Because the external manifestations of the Evil Technique Night-Charm Blade and the Divine Technique Flying Wind Order were the same.

Therefore, the Mud Venerable disciples naturally assumed that Deng Yuxiang was a Lord Bei Feng believer.

But as the gale whistled, everyone realized...

This damn thing was actually a Demon disciple?!

Lord Bei Feng Divine Technique, Lord Bei Feng Howl, was a rapidly rotating storm!

Night-Charm Evil Technique, Night Wind Attack, was the gale blowing forward!

In this technique, the application of wind by the Divine and Demon factions had different forms of expression.

"Hiss—"

Deng Yuxiang tilted her head slightly, her ears twitched, and her figure suddenly shuttled out!

At this, the Mud Venerable disciples were completely dumbfounded.

Don't bother distinguishing between Night-Charm and Lord Bei Feng...

The mysterious straw-clad woman had even unleashed the Immortal Hooves?!

Who exactly is she...

A crisp "pop" sound!

Amidst the gale, Deng Yuxiang shuttled rapidly and grabbed an invisible person out of thin air.

No one felt that she had grabbed empty air.

Because, as Deng Yuxiang's palm tightened slightly, the sound of water-flow armor shattering broke out abruptly.

"Crack!!"

Deng Yuxiang pinched the invisible person's neck and lifted her into mid-air.

On her slender jade fingers, that blood-jade ring glowed with an eerie, blood-red luster.

"Fel-fellow Daoist! Wait, ugh."

Tan Wenhui's face was blood-red as she spoke stutteringly.

Her figure appeared quietly, her hands resembling sharp wolf claws, tearing desperately at Deng Yuxiang's palm, but she couldn't pry it open no matter what.

Regardless of the angle of divine technique output or personal strength...

The straw-clad woman was like a mountain that could not be shaken.

Standing tall and firm, her momentum was vigorous.

Deng Yuxiang grabbed the Greedy Wolf female disciple, lifted her into mid-air, and narrowed her eyes slightly:

"Were you threatening me just now?"

A strong sense of suffocation, accompanied by a thick despair, surged into Tan Wenhui's heart.

Requesting some monthly tickets.

(End of chapter)