Chapter 86: The Battle Is About to Ignite

Rage!

Cang Luo was utterly furious upon hearing Zhang Zhen’s demand!

He was about to explode!

It wasn’t just fifteen beast cores?

But half of all the Warwolf Gang’s supplies?

What the hell are you talking about?

We spent half a month slaving in the Beast Forest—no life-threatening danger, but grueling labor—and our total haul was roughly thirteen hundred low-grade Qi Stones.

According to Wang Fuhai, with this much, if things go smoothly, he, Zhao Renwu, Wang Fuhai, and Cang Feng could all advance to Warrior General within half a year.

Advancing to Warrior General—how great a temptation is that? Not just personal power, but a massive boost to the entire Warwolf Gang’s combat strength.

A gang with Warrior Generals and one without? There’s no comparison.

But Cang Luo didn’t use these Qi Stones to elevate the gang’s top brass; instead, he gave every member five low-grade Qi Stones, then poured the rest into startup funds for the gang’s future—opening a barbecue shop.

Now you want to take half?

Cang Luo, seething with rage, head bowed, fists clenched, teetering on the edge of explosion, weighing the consequences of killing this bastard.

Lie Tian Gang!

Ouyang Lie...

Behind him, every Warwolf Gang member burned with fury, glaring at Zhang Zhen—but none dared speak up.

Why? Because he was powerful—not just a Warrior General, but backed by a gang with over a hundred Warrior General disciples.

If they angered Lie Tian Gang, everyone knew Warwolf Gang would be crushed.

What do we do?

The members whispered among themselves; someone muttered, “How unlucky are we? First group expedition back, and we get robbed...”

Li Zhan snapped, “Fight them! We outnumber them!”

But no one responded to Li Zhan’s suggestion...

The Warwolf Gang’s murmurs and fearful expressions reached Zhang Zhen’s ears and eyes.

He relished this feeling—crushing them with raw power, forcing them into silent submission under his dominance.

He wasn’t worried they’d refuse; they had neither the right nor the strength to reject his terms.

If they dared, he didn’t even need his gang—he could slaughter this pathetic gang, lacking even a single Warrior General, all by himself.

In his eyes, Warrior-level cultivators were just children brawling with brute force—unable to condense Gangqi , not even worthy of the name “combat.”

Though outnumbered, Zhang Zhen wasn’t the least concerned—he’d already planned it: seize the leader to break the whole gang.

Kill the boss, and the entire gang would collapse, helpless before him.

With this thought, Zhang Zhen glanced at Cang Luo, head bowed, silent, trembling as if terrified, and smirked: “You—what’s wrong with my terms?”

Just half the supplies? Go hunt more beasts next time.

Besides, we’ll protect you from other gangs. Very fair deal.”

Zhang Zhen demanded only half because it was Ouyang Lie’s rule.

Take half, leave them a lifeline, a sliver of hope, offer protection for a while—that’s the protection fee.

That way, they won’t resist—they’ll keep coming back, next time...

No, not robbery. Protection. Fee collection. Mutual benefit.

But this time, he collected it in his own name, with his four subordinates—Lie Tian Gang wouldn’t cover him unless he handed over the fee.

Zhang Zhen thought it over, glanced again at Warwolf Gang’s dozen carts—worth maybe two or three hundred low-grade Qi Stones?

These resources would keep him living well for a while.

Zhang Zhen decided: he’d take this deal, keep it all, no reporting to the gang.

After making his decision, he shoved Cang Luo aside, impatiently snapping, “Hurry up—get your people to hand over the supplies. Don’t make me resort to force—you’ll regret it.”

Cang Luo, shoved, could hold back no longer—he exploded, unleashing Thunderclap Palm in a single strike.

But at that moment, a sharp, commanding feminine cry rang out behind him—he nearly jumped out of his skin, checked his satellite feed, scalp prickling, and instantly leapt away.

The next instant, a bright silver-threaded spear shot from the crowd, whistling past Cang Luo’s former position by a hair, streaking straight for Zhang Zhen—but he deflected it effortlessly with his broadsword, sending it clattering aside, snapped in two.

Cang Luo, having leapt five meters away, mentally screamed: “F***!”

Bai Li Wu Nan!

This woman is insane. Worst teammate ever. Who attacks from behind without warning?

Cang Luo knew, even if he hadn’t jumped, he wouldn’t have been hit—he’d spent half a month observing Bai Li Wu Nan’s abilities.

Her silver-threaded spear whirled like a storm—effective in close combat, deadly at range—she’d slain many beasts.

Cang Luo was still stewing in annoyance when Zhang Zhen erupted in fury: “Who the hell just attacked me?!”

Huh? A junior sister?!

No—three junior sisters!

Beauties!

Seeing the attacker was a woman, Zhang Zhen suddenly smirked wickedly, stepped forward, and lunged with his broadsword still crackling yellow Gangqi toward Bai Li Wu Nan.

The front-line Warwolf Gang disciples turned pale at the sight of Zhang Zhen and his blade—no time to think, they shoved their comrades aside to dodge the blade’s edge, causing chaos, many falling.

Zhang Zhen laughed loudly three times, moving as if through empty space, his broadsword radiating terrifying aura, closing in on Bai Li Wu Nan—no one dared intervene.

Behind him, Zhao Renwu shouted to stop him—but dared not step forward. Zhang Zhen ignored him.

Beside him, Cang Luo raged—not just at Zhang Zhen, but at the panicked Warwolf Gang members.

These people, facing an enemy, wouldn’t even fight—only fleeing, dodging, shoving their own teammates. Worse than bad teammates—they were traitors.

Lone wolf dies.

Pack wolves live.

Have they forgotten?

They’re nothing but a rabble!

Cang Luo sighed helplessly—he knew the gang was newborn, weak, and as leader, he was barely a Warrior, not even a Warrior General, unable to unify their will into one force. One encounter with an unbeatable foe, and morale shattered.

Now, only he could step forward—deal with Zhang Zhen first.

Clear-headed, Cang Luo roared, activated Swift Wind Step, and charged toward Zhang Zhen—to teach him how to behave.

But as soon as he moved, Zhang Zhen’s four subordinates blocked him. One smirked: “You’re the boss of War Dog Gang? Wanna play?”

“War Dog Gang? Hahaha—what a hilarious name!”

“A bunch of dogs—boss is just the dog leader!”

Zhang Zhen’s four men surrounded Cang Luo, mocking him without restraint, laughter deafening.

Cang Luo exploded—no words, he charged the nearest skinny man and struck with a palm.

The skinny man sneered, didn’t draw his sword—just raised his palm to meet him.

To him, this tiny gang of fifty men, lacking even a Warrior General, was beneath notice. This “War Dog Gang” boss dared resist? I’ll break his hand first...

But the next instant, the skinny man flew backward, collapsed on the ground, trembling, right arm in agony—nearly shattered by Cang Luo’s palm.

“F***!”

The skinny man clutched his arm, glared at Cang Luo, then roared at his stunned comrades: “What are you waiting for?! Attack!”

“Watch out—he’s strong! Probably Warrior Nine!”

The three snapped back to reality, wary, gripping weapons, slowly advancing on Cang Luo.

They saw he was strong—but how strong could he be?

Could he fight four? Could he beat their Warrior General boss?

The skinny man now gripped his sword with his left hand, advancing on Cang Luo: “You’re asking for death! All of you—attack! This is outside the sect—no rules! Break him!”

Facing four attackers, Cang Luo didn’t overestimate—he retreated slowly, keeping distance. He had no experience fighting multiple foes. He glanced at Zhang Zhen—still charging through the crowd like a beast, but thankfully, Warwolf Gang wasn’t all cowards.

At this moment, Cang Feng, Wang Fuhai, and Cheng Datong stepped forward, blocking Zhang Zhen, shielding Bai Li Wu Nan, and the trembling Xiang Yunjiao and Yin Mengruo behind them.

Bai Li Wu Nan cursed, trying to retrieve her spear—but Xiang Yunjiao and Yin Mengruo held her back tightly.

Zhang Zhen grinned: “What’s going on? I’m just practicing spear techniques with my junior sister. That last thrust nearly scared me to death...”

As he spoke, he slashed— Gangqi surged, effortlessly sweeping Cheng Datong aside.

After knocking one down, Zhang Zhen sneered: “Still dare block me?”

Wang Fuhai roared: “Zhang Zhen, don’t push too far! Fifteen beast cores aren’t enough? How greedy can you be? Can you even swallow it all?”

Zhang Zhen’s eyes lit up—he suddenly understood. He grinned: “So you had a big haul? Let me guess... that bulging backpack behind you—full of beast cores?”

If all beast cores, plus beast materials and spirit herbs—worth at least five or six hundred low-grade Qi Stones? Maybe more—the sacks’ contents are unknown.

Zhang Zhen swallowed hard, suppressing his excitement—how did they get so much?

We hit the jackpot!

I’m taking it all.

Zhang Zhen declared: “Hand over everything—or I’ll dissolve your War Dog Gang right now. And hand over the one who attacked me.”

Nearby, Cang Luo, hearing Zhang Zhen’s new demand, exploded again—stopped retreating, instantly drew his sword and attacked the same skinny man.

Better to sever one finger than bruise ten.

The skinny man startled, retreated—his three comrades, who’d hesitated before, now heard their boss’s words and charged without hesitation, swords flashing toward Cang Luo.

At least five or six hundred Qi Stones—fortune!

But first, kill this guy...

The battle was about to ignite!