Chapter 382: Killing the Rock Salt Tribe Shamaness

The Rock Salt Tribe Beastfolk who had just been shoved aside handed the shamaness to the people behind them, then turned back to look at Yuan Lang: "Our shamaness taking a liking to you means you are blessed by the Beast God; since you refuse this blessing, I believe our shamaness won't force you."

Just as his words fell, the dazed shamaness behind him murmured and shouted again the name that made anyone who heard it want to kill her.

"Yuan Lang… come with me, you are mine…"

In those repeated calls lay stubborn gloom.

Her voice held none of the sweetness and softness of a female in love; instead, it shed her usual feigned gentleness, carrying an indescribable obsession.

Yuan Lang suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and the anxiety in her chest from earlier speculation about the original body's relationship with this shamaness vanished completely.

Looking at the shamaness, the original body must not have taken a liking to her either; all this is merely the shamaness's one-sided affection, and even that one-sided affection has now become somewhat deranged.

The Rock Salt Tribe Beastfolk standing at the front looked as if smeared with fireplace ash, gray and black; those who didn't know might think he had contracted some serious illness.

He had just said the shamaness wouldn't be overly demanding, but in the next second, the unyielding determination in his tone not to let go was obvious to anyone of sound mind.

Perhaps because the gazes of the two surrounding tribe Beastfolk were too penetrating, the dazed female finally struggled to open her eyes.

Her thick lips pressed tightly together, she staggered to her feet with the support of the Beastfolk beside her, then swayed toward Yuan Lang.

"Am I not good enough? Why do you keep rejecting me?"

She weakly reached out to touch the Beastfolk's sturdy chest, but saw him retreat in disgust.

"Heh… hahaha!"

The shamaness's sorrow faded; she lowered her head, somewhat disheveled from fleeing, and suddenly burst into a low, even somewhat manic laugh.

"What are you hiding from? Sooner or later you'll be mine!"

She jerked her head up, her strained wide eyes filled with scarlet bloodshot veins, her expression somewhat deranged.

"Get lost."

Yuan Lang felt that this female was truly enough to make anyone unable to suppress murderous intent.

"Far? It is quite far; I came to this distant Polar Forest because of you, paying such a heavy price, losing my noble status—shouldn't you be mine?"

"You female must be crazy!"

Teng Qian beside her looked at the muttering shamaness and felt that the one standing opposite now resembled a deranged concubine abandoned in an emperor's cold palace.

Unlike Teng Qian, Yuan Lang's eyes, which were usually devoid of emotion, gradually welled up with immense killing intent due to the shamaness's words.

He strode forward, his strong arm moving so fast only a blur could be seen.

The next moment, the Rock Salt Tribe shamaness's neck fell into the Beastfolk's large palm.

The sharp claws at his fingertips were not retracted, and they directly sliced the shamaness's neck, which was not particularly delicate or fair.

At this moment, the killing intent in the Beastfolk's eyes had been replaced by a deep calm; his voice, as always indifferent, said: "Alright, do you want my claws to pierce your throat, or do you want me to break your neck?"

The shamaness never expected that, despite the protection of so many Beastman Warriors and the trading fair's rules, this Beastfolk still wanted to kill her; her body instantly stiffened.

"You dare kill me?"

"Hah~ don't ask such nonsense. Tell me, do you want your throat pierced or your neck broken? Pick whichever you like—you aren't you wanting me? I'll obey you now."

As he spoke, the claws at his fingertips again sliced the skin of the shamaness's neck.

Warm blood trickled down the skin and soaked into the hide on her body, and the shamaness's body trembled uncontrollably from fear.

She felt that this Beastfolk was serious, that he truly intended to kill her.

"Yuan Lang, you dare kill me!"

The shamaness shouted hoarsely, her angry eyes filled with crimson, yet tears of unknown emotion clearly slid down the corners of her eyes.

But to the Beastfolk, the shamaness's display left no trace in his heart.

"What are you crying for? Even a great tribe's shamaness gets scared sometimes."

The Beastfolk's voice remained as indifferent as ever, just like his appearance—cold and full of malice.

Seeing that the shamaness's neck had already been choked into a deep groove, the Beastman Warrior at the front could no longer hold back and surged forward.

Seeing Yuan Lang's back turned ahead, the Beastfolk's eyes flashed with obvious delight, and he reached out to grab the shamaness's arm.

"Shamaness, hold on—I've come to save you."

The shamaness's arm trembled where it was grabbed, not from joy at impending rescue, but because, with her head lowered, she saw the Beastfolk's mouth curl into an eerily strange arc.

The harder the force pulling on her arm, the deeper the smile on Yuan Lang's lips.

Only when the pressure on her neck tightened again due to the tribesmen's pulling did the shamaness finally understand why Yuan Lang smiled.

She struggled hard, wanting to turn and rebuke the Beastfolk for stopping this foolish act that would soon send her away.

But the force on her neck prevented her from moving an inch.

The shamaness knew her body was now utterly weak, with no way to resist the Beastfolk's confinement.

The Beastfolk's face, which she had longed for, began to blur; even at this hour, the light that could imprint on her eyes started to fade bit by bit.

Gradually, she even ceased to feel the pain in her neck; the shamaness strained to open her eyes to look at the handsome Beastfolk before her.

The palm at her side twitched, wondering what to do; she desperately wanted to take that Beastfolk before her along.

Watching their shamaness's face turn deathly pale and bluish, finally a tribesman noticed the Beastfolk's foolish act, stepped forward, and pulled him away.

"Don't keep pulling on the shamaness—she can barely breathe anymore."

Only then did the Beastfolk see the shamaness's abnormal complexion, but he clearly had only pulled a few times.

Seeing the Beastfolk's pulling interrupted, Yuan Lang sighed with a hint of regret: "Looks like I'll have to do it myself."

At this moment the shamaness had completely lost consciousness, hanging limp in the Beastfolk's hand like a dead prey.

Her sturdy female body swayed unconsciously with the Beastfolk's arm movements; were it not for the faint rise and fall of her chest, she would look as if already dead.

"Your shamaness was just about to go meet the Beast God—what a pity."

He laughed while once again beginning to tighten his large palm around the shamaness's neck.

The Rock Salt Tribe Beastfolk saw the bluish tint on the shamaness's face deepening, and could no longer hold back, letting out a low roar as he charged forward.

At that moment, Yuan Lang's arm, locked around the shamaness's neck, jerked, and the female's body instantly swung to face the opposite direction.

A claw, emitting a sharp sound as it tore through the air, swung toward his hand that was tightly gripping the shamaness's arm.

Yuan Lang gave a cold snort, and as his body flipped, he flung the shamaness, already on her last breath, toward a jagged protruding rock.

If it strikes that rock, even without being pierced, the violent impact will kill the shamaness, who now has only a few breaths left, on the spot.

But the next moment, his eyes turned icy instantly; the shamaness flung into midair was caught by a huge scorpion tail, and then slowly fell onto the back of a blue-black scorpion beastman.

As this scorpion beastman appeared, more scorpion beastmen emerged one after another in the nearby forest, until all the scorpion tribe beastfolk attending the trade gathering had gathered.

The scorpion beastman captain, looking at the ice-faced Snow Tiger Tribe beastfolk, felt a bit overwhelmed.

Although they had not interacted with this tribe's beastfolk for long, they knew the Snow Tiger Tribe was not the sort to randomly attack unfamiliar beastfolk, let alone that there were trade gathering rules.

And now, these Snow Tiger Tribe beastfolk not only fought the Salt Tribe beastfolk…

He looked toward the Snow Tiger Beastman Warrior standing before the beastfolk opposite, this beastman named Yuan Lang even intended to kill a shaman disciple.

It's utterly mad!

After the scorpion beastman captain reverted to his beastman form, he handed the pallid, weakly breathing shamaness in his arms back to the Salt Tribe beastman warrior, then turned his gaze to the Snow Tiger Tribe beastfolk.

"Under the trade rules, one must not harm tribes coming to the trade gathering; the Snow Tiger Tribe should be well aware of that."

He may know this incident was likely provoked by the Salt Tribe, but he cannot stand by and watch a shamaness of the Salt Tribe, also from Chiyan Pingyuan, be killed right before his eyes by a tribe from the Polar Forest.

"The Beast God is fair and just; if He knew that this gu-witch released gu worms intending to kill our entire Snow Tiger Tribe, He would surely forgive our actions."

Teng Qian devoutly glanced at the sky, then spoke respectfully and solemnly.

Gu-witch! Releasing gu worms to harm the Snow Tiger Tribe!

The scorpion beastman captain suddenly turned his head, his eyes flickering.

The Salt Tribe really hides deep; this shamaness is actually a gu-witch as well. Thinking of their tribe's shaman's methods, the scorpion beastman captain's sense of crisis is stronger than ever.

"But thinking of something, he still turned his head to look at the Snow Tiger Tribe beastfolk: 'The shamaness has already suffered grave injuries, paying the price for her actions; I hope the Snow Tiger Tribe will spare them.'"

"The scorpion beastman captain's words made the Salt Tribe beastman warrior behind him instantly darken his face: 'What does sparing them mean?'"

If it weren't for that beastman just now grabbing the shamaness, they would have already rushed up and torn these small tribe beastfolk to pieces.

After the scorpion beastman captain finished speaking, the surrounding scorpion tribe beastfolk encircled him, while all the Salt Tribe beastfolk were blocked behind him.

Yuan Lang's deep eyes looked toward the leading scorpion tribe beastman, his gaze dark and turbulent.

"That Salt Tribe shamaness seems to know the original self, and her obsession runs deep; if we let her go like this, the consequences…"

But now, with the scorpion tribe added, the Snow Tiger Tribe no longer has any numerical advantage among beastfolk.

Moreover, the scorpion tribe also has several formidable beastman warriors.

"Boss, I know you want to kill that toad female, but now the beastfolk numbers are too lopsided; we have no chance."

Having followed Yuan Lang for so long, Teng Qian naturally understands the principle of eradicating the roots, but seeing that the opposing side has twice as many beastfolk, plus a few who just fought the boss and are clearly strong beastman warriors…

He knows that this time they can only let the shamaness and the Salt Tribe beastfolk go.

Yuan Lang gave the scorpion tribe beastfolk a deep look; that gaze lingering on his face for a few seconds made the scorpion beastman captain feel as if he had been thrown into a winter ice river.

"Go."

Only after all the Snow Tiger Tribe beastman warriors disappeared over the slope ahead did the scorpion beastman captain wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, still feeling a lingering fear.

But at this moment, a hint of regret inevitably rose in his heart; however, recalling the shaman's warning when they left, he could only forcefully suppress that regret.

"Thank you for your help."

The Salt Tribe beastman warrior carrying the shamaness stepped forward, his gratitude toward the scorpion tribe gaining a touch more sincerity.

"At that moment, he truly thought the beastman named Yuan Lang would kill the shamaness; yet the shamaness being killed while they survived would have consequences…"

The beastfolk couldn't help but wryly smile; what consequences could there be?

"The scorpion beastman captain sighed: 'Quickly leave the Snow Tiger Tribe's territory.'"

Because of the prior incident where they kidnapped that Snow Tiger Tribe shaman disciple, after being brainwashed by the hot-tempered beastman, the scorpion beastman captain has already instructed his own clansmen to keep a low profile and avoid provoking the Snow Tiger Tribe's folk.

Thinking of this feels a bit bitter; damn, they themselves were honest, yet because of the Salt Tribe, which had no real grudge, they offended this beastman who is clearly prestigious among the young beastfolk of the Snow Tiger Tribe.

Thinking of the opponent's icy gaze as they just left, the scorpion beastman captain's bitterness deepened.

The scorpion beastman captain feels this way; the hot-tempered beastman beside him is almost on the verge of tears.

Damn, others don't know that Yuan Lang's temperament is such that losing a single hair would require you to compensate with ten prey; these scorpion beastmen who have lived a while in the Snow Tiger Tribe certainly know that.

"What nonsense about the Polar Forest's small tribe, heh…"

The hot-tempered beastman only wants to sneer; he used to be so awesome, yet in the end he was still knocked down by a little female.

He grew proud... cough cough!

Is he feeling down?

No, he just doesn't want to live in the same territory as that timid little female anymore.

"Seeming to sense his resentment, the scorpion beastman captain turned his head somewhat awkwardly: 'Don't look at me like that either; when we left, the shaman instructed that our two tribes must look out for each other in danger, and not let the Polar Forest tribe finish us off.'"

Here, the Salt Tribe and scorpion tribe beastfolk feel uneasy and anxious.

The group led by Yuan Lang heading toward the tribe also couldn't lift their spirits.

"Boss, otherwise we should bring more clansmen to intercept those guys!"

Yuan Lang's gloomy aura seemed substantive; anyone could tell how terrible his mood was.