Chapter 255: Lang Xing, Su Yu Makes a Move!

Wu Lin's loud voice rang out.

The square instantly erupted.

Countless Mist Tribe experts gazed fervently at the square, anticipating.

However, at that moment, Wu Kuang indeed stood up abruptly and said lightly.

"I give up!"

As soon as those words were spoken, the square fell silent.

Many Mist Tribe experts looked at Wu Kuang, their eyes filled with incomprehension.

They didn't understand why Wu Kuang would give up.

After all, Wu Kuang is one of the three Great Sun Grand Masters of the Mist Tribe; his surrender is indeed hard to comprehend.

Not only many Mist Tribe experts, but even Wu Lin couldn't help but frown slightly.

On the contrary, Su Yu stood behind Wu Lin, his brow slightly raised.

He could understand, after all, having been wounded by Li Zhangsheng, and Wu Kuang being the weakest among them, his surrender was reasonable.

Although this City Lord Battle is said to be a three-way contest, in reality it is merely a struggle between Wu Lin and Wu Lie.

Wu Lin cleared his throat; Wu Kuang's withdrawal was also a good thing for him, after all, he now only had to face Wu Lie alone.

Wu Lin lightly pressed his hands into the void, and the square grew quiet.

"Wu Kuang has withdrawn; since that's the case, this City Lord Battle will take place between me and Wu Lie."

Wu Lin's eyes carried a smile.

Having one fewer competitor is a good thing for anyone.

Wu Lin looked toward Wu Lie and extended his palm.

"Brother Lie, please?"

Wu Lie smiled faintly, stood up, and walked toward the square.

The first battle was, unexpectedly, the fight between Wu Lie and Wu Lin.

The two stood silently on the square, their auras erupting instantly.

Behind them, two illusions like blazing suns spread outward from their backs.

The temperature around the entire venue surged violently as their auras manifested.

Boom—

They struck; so fast that many Mist Tribe experts didn't even see their figures before hearing the roar.

Some Mist Tribe Grand Master experts hastily set up barriers, enveloping the two.

After all, this is a battle between Great Sun Grand Masters; if it truly erupted, some Mist Tribe members with slightly weaker cultivation could very well be killed outright by the aftershocks.

Su Yu's eyes narrowed slightly as he stared intently at the battle in the arena.

For Su Yu, observing the clash of Great Sun Grand Masters was also an accumulation of experience.

The reason they are called Great Sun Grand Masters is that upon reaching this realm, their Grandmaster's Power within becomes like a blazing sun.

Filled with scorching, domineering might.

The two Great Sun Grand Master experts clashed, even slightly warping space, as if it could barely endure.

Soon, a figure fell from midair.

It was none other than Wu Lie.

Wu Lie's face turned slightly pallid, a gloomy hue appearing on it.

He clutched his chest; at that spot, Li Zhangsheng's Sword Qi still lingered within him, continually ravaging his flesh and blood.

As a result, in just a moment he was defeated directly under Wu Lin's hand.

Although somewhat unwilling, Wu Lie let out a cold snort and conceded.

The outcome of this battle was, in fact, expected by all Mist Tribe experts; after all, among the tribe's three Great Sun Grand Masters, Wu Lin is the strongest, so his victory stands to reason.

Wu Lin smiled slightly and cupped his hands toward the Mist Tribe experts below the square.

"First fluke victory."

Wu Lin's heart also swelled with delight; he hadn't imagined that today he would so easily defeat Wu Lie.

Nevertheless, being able to win, Wu Lin's heart was also filled with joy.

Wu Lie let out a cold snort, flicked his sleeve back to his side, and transmitted a voice to the Wolf Tribe Grand Master beside him.

"Lang Xing Brother, it's up to you now!"

Beside Wu Lie, the Wolf Tribe Grand Master was entirely shrouded in a black robe; through the shadow's outline, one could discern his ferocious visage.

A bloodthirsty surge emanated from Lang Xing's body.

His hoarse voice sounded.

"Rest assured, I will accomplish the task entrusted by the Marquis."

Wu Lie nodded, his heart gradually growing more at ease.

At that moment, Wu Lin stood in the void, hands behind his back, and said lightly.

"Second round, begin now!"

Wu Feng beside Su Yu gave a hehe laugh and said to Su Yu.

"Elder nephew, I'm heading out first."

Su Yu gave a slight nod.

Wu Feng wore a suit of silver armor; under the sunlight, the metal's gleam flickered lightly.

He bent his knees slightly, leapt into the air, and instantly landed on the square.

Boom!

The powerful force made the entire arena shake.

It even cracked open a series of fissures.

Wu Feng glanced toward Wu Lie and chuckled.

"Mist Clan, Wu Feng!"

As soon as the words fell, Lang Xing, who stood beside Wu Lie, burst forward.

His black robe was instantly torn away by the raging wind.

Revealing his true form.

It was a creature with a human body and a wolf's head.

On the wolf's head, a pair of scarlet eyes seemed as if they had bathed in blood, brimming with a soul‑devouring aura.

Su Yu's gaze fell on Lang Xing, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"This Wolf Clan..."

Su Yu's brows furrowed a little.

Su Yu had indeed seen strong members of the Wolf Clan before; the Wolf City Lord he previously encountered was a Star Ancestor Master‑level strongman.

The Wolf City Lord, seated in that position, was already at the Star Ancestor Master realm, a top‑tier being.

But compared with the Lang Xing before him, the gap was still huge.

"In this battle, Wu Feng might not win!"

Su Yu murmured softly.

Sure enough, just as Su Yu's words finished...

Lang Xing strode toward Wu Feng, his snarling mouth bristling with sharp fangs, faint dark‑red blood stains visible on them.

"Wu Feng? Who's that? Never heard of him!"

Lang Xing grinned, looking at Wu Feng with a mocking gaze.

Wu Feng's brows twitched slightly, and he became displeased.

"Audacious!"

Wu Feng let out a cold snort, a powerful wave surging from his body, while a Bright Moon‑like phantom slowly materialized behind him.

"This Wolf Clan is truly arrogant. Know that Wu Feng is among the top of our Bright Moon Grand Masters, yet he boasts so shamelessly."

"Are all Wolf Clan members really that proud?"

"Soon Wu Feng will teach them how to be human!"

Some Mist Clan strongmen wore uneasy expressions; although Lang Xing was brought by Wu Lie, Wu Feng was still a member of the Mist Clan, while Lang Xing was merely a Wolf Clan strongman.

He was only allowed to join because Wu Lie found a loophole.

Lang Xing gave the talking Mist Clan strongmen a faint glance and sneered.

His gaze suddenly turned fierce.

"When I strike, blood will flow!"

Lang Xing snarled and stepped forward, unleashing a punch.

In the instant it was released, the fist transformed into a wolf's claw, its sharp talons glinting.

The surrounding air beneath the claw vanished instantly.

A mournful wail sounded.

Wooo—!

The sound of the claw slicing through air came, striking Wu Feng's shoulder in an instant faster than the ear could cover it.

Wu Feng's pupils snapped shut, a fierce pain radiating through his body, and he roared.

"Seeking death!"

Wu Feng activated the Grandmaster's Power within him, forming a crescent moon; mist instantly billowed between heaven and earth, enveloping the entire plaza.

This mist was not ordinary—it was mist formed by Wu Feng using the Grandmaster's Power; within it, only those whose soul‑spirit force far exceeds Wu Feng's could...

... otherwise they could not detect Wu Feng's trace at all.

"Mist Tide! Lord Wu Feng has actually used Mist Tide, which only Grandmaster‑realm strongmen can summon. Coupled with the fog of Mist City, even peers of the same realm cannot locate Lord Wu Feng."

"Now this Wolf Clan cannot find Lord Wu Feng, so they are certainly no match for him."

Some Mist Clan strongmen said with delight.

Initially, watching Wu Feng suffer at Lang Xing's hands left some Mist Clan strongmen with a sour feeling.

After all, their own Grandmaster strongman being inferior to another race made them feel resentful.

Now seeing Wu Feng act seriously, a genuine smile appeared on some Mist Clan strongmen's faces.

Lang Xing's brows twitched slightly.

The Wolf Clan's soul‑spirit force has always been weaker than that of the Mist Clan, whose soul‑spirit strength is inherently more robust.

And since he shares the same realm as Wu Feng, he naturally cannot surpass Wu Feng in soul‑spirit power.

"Since we can't find..."

"Then we'll blanket everything indiscriminately!"

A cruel smile flickered across Lang Xing's face.

In the next instant, Lang Xing's body leapt high.

Streams of Grandmaster's Power raged outward, covering the entire plaza.

Behind him, the Bright Moon phantom burst forth with silver radiance, its potent wave causing nearby strongmen's faces to pale slightly.

"Damn it, what is Lang Xing trying to do?"

A Mist Tribe Grand Master strong one looked somewhat sour and quickly summoned Grandmaster's Power to shroud the plaza.

Once Lang Xing's Grandmaster's Power spreads out, who knows how many Mist Tribe strong ones will fall here.

Boom—boom—boom!!!

Lang Xing continuously unleashed countless attacks, all of which landed on the plaza.

The formidable power directly covered every spot of the plaza.

Lang Xing's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Found you!"

Lang Xing grinned, revealing a bloodthirsty look.

His body quivered slightly, vanished in an instant, and when he reappeared, he was already in a mist.

Lang Xing suddenly thrust out both hands, the sharp claws tearing through the mist.

At once, a muffled hum came from within the mist.

Wu Feng was directly seized by Lang Xing's grip on his neck, the sharp claws leaving streaks of blood on Wu Feng's throat.

Wu Feng's face showed a terrified expression.

Wu Chao can obscure an opponent's spiritual power; in the dense mist, this makes Wu Feng the finest assassin in the world.

But Lang Xing went the opposite way, forcibly consuming massive Grandmaster's Power to cover the entire plaza.

If the arena were a bit larger, Lang Xing's Grandmaster's Power wouldn't be able to cover every spot, and that would be fine.

But the plaza happens to be just that size.

Lang Xing's Grandmaster's Power easily shrouded it; under that power, without even needing spiritual power, he directly located Wu Feng.

That is why this scene unfolds now.

Lang Xing glared ferociously at the Wu Feng before him.

"You pitiful Mist Tribe dare to act brazenly before me; today, I will devour you!"

Lang Xing transformed into his true form, opened a massive blood-red maw, intending to swallow Wu Feng in one bite.

"Brazen!"

Wu Lin, seeing this, roared angrily; his Great Sun Grand Master cultivation instantly erupted, aiming to suppress Lang Xing.

Wu Feng is Wu Lin's direct disciple.

Naturally, he could not watch Lang Xing devour Wu Feng with his eyes open.

Seeing Lang Xing's move instantly enraged Wu Lin, who summoned Grandmaster's Power, forming a massive palm that within moments would crush Lang Xing.

Lang Xing's gaze tightened slightly, and he let out a low roar.

"Wu Lin, if you dare kill me, my Wolf Tribe Marquis will not let you go!"

With those words, the massive palm abruptly halted in midair.

Wu Lin's expression turned extremely sour; he wanted to directly suppress and kill Lang Xing, but Lang Xing's words were not wrong.

If Lang Xing meets an accident among the Mist Tribe, the Wolf Tribe Marquis will certainly not be satisfied.

One should know that the Wolf Tribe has a King-Conferred Strong One stationed, and there are several Marquis-level Experts within the tribe.

And the whole Mist Tribe has only the Mist King who possesses the Marquis level.

If one attacks Lang Xing, not even the Wolf Tribe Marquis, even the Mist King would not spare them.

For a moment, Wu Lin's expression became extremely grim.

He looked at Wu Lie and said in a deep voice.

"Wu Lie, Lang Xing wants to kill the Mist Tribe strong ones; he was brought by you. Will you just watch your own tribe's strong ones being devoured by another tribe?"

Wu Lie squinted, looking like a sleeping elder, and gave no response to Wu Lin.

Seeing this, Wu Lin's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Lang Xing scoffed, and in one bite swallowed the terrified Wu Feng whole.

In an instant, the entire plaza fell into profound silence.

Countless Mist Tribe strong ones stared pale at Lang Xing on the plaza; at this moment, Lang Xing seemed like a demon god to many Mist Tribe civilians.

Wu Lin clenched both hands, staring intently at Lang Xing, a strong murderous aura emanating.

Lang Xing let out a cold laugh.

"Wu Lin, don't think that being a Great Sun Grand Master lets you kill me; you'd better weigh the Wolf Tribe's retaliation!"

Having said that, he let out a belch and patted his belly.

"Don't say otherwise; the taste of your Mist Tribe is truly good. I'll have another chance to eat a few more!"

Lang Xing sneered, took a big stride to Wu Lie's side, and sat down with a sense of righteousness.

Wu Lin's body trembled continuously, wishing he could instantly suppress and kill Lang Xing.

But he dared not.

Once he acts, the entire Mist Tribe would suffer the Wolf Tribe's persecution.

And then, he would naturally become a criminal to all five tribes!

"Second battle... Lang Xing wins!"

A Mist Tribe Grand Master hesitated, then still announced Lang Xing's victory.

There's no way; the Wolf Tribe is not something the Mist Tribe can provoke.

Wu Feng was devoured by Lang Xing; no one dared to say anything.

"Third battle, begin!"

Wu Feng's death seemed like a small farce, causing no major upheaval on the plaza.

No one would offend the entire Wolf Tribe over a dead Bright Moon Grand Master.

This is the sorrow of the small clan.

They may feel angry in their hearts, but they can only bury this anger forever inside.

As the third match was announced, Su Yu slowly walked onto the square.

When passing through Mist Forest, the trembling sound of Mist Forest fell upon Su Yu's ears.

"Jie'er, if you cannot win, you may surrender; Father does not wish to lose you!"

Su Yu glanced at Mist Forest and saw a hint of worry in Mist Forest's eyes.

Su Yu's heart stirred slightly, and he took a deep breath.

"Don't worry, Father."

Su Yu said calmly, then stepped onto the square.

He gave a slight bow to those around him.

"City Lord's Manor, Wu Jie!"

On Wu Lie's side, Wu Xing stepped forward, playing with a folding fan in his hand, his face regaining a confident expression.

"It's Wu Xing and Wu Jie; these two can be said to be the two most outstanding heavenly prides of our Mist Clan. I don't know who will prevail when they clash!"

Some Mist Clan strong ones said with anticipation.

"What's there to say? It's definitely Young Master Wu Xing—he has the cultivation of an Eight‑Turn Golden Body Realm, while Young Master Wu Jie is only at the Six‑Turn level, a gap of two realms; how could he be a match for Young Master Wu Xing?"

"Indeed, this battle seems destined for Young Master Wu Xing to win; thereafter the City Lord's position will fall to Lord Wu Lie."

Some people shook their heads, as if they had already seen the outcome of this fight.

Wu Xing leisurely walked onto the square, lightly tapping the folding fan in his hand against his palm.

"Wu Jie, do you think that because you were arrogant for a few days, you've become my opponent?"

"Tell you, I am now at the Nine‑Turn level!"

Wu Xing snorted coldly; the next moment, a powerful aura burst from his body, and behind him a golden Golden Body instantly hovered in midair.

Upon the Golden Body, nine lines suddenly appeared.

Wu Xing felt supremely confident; although Su Yu had once left many psychological shadows in his heart, over the past three days he had broken through to the Nine‑Turn Golden Body, his strength increasing terrifyingly.

His confidence was also rebuilt.

Naturally, he no longer feared Su Yu.

"Hiss, Young Master Wu Xing actually broke through to the Nine‑Turn Golden Body! This battle seems to have no suspense!"

"Yes, the Mist Clan's foremost heavenly pride appears to be Young Master Wu Xing—able to cultivate to the Nine‑Turn Golden Body at such a young age; at this rate, the Mist Clan produces such a talent only once a century!"

Many Mist Clan strong ones' faces drastically changed, staring in shock at Wu Xing before them.

"Oh?"

Su Yu's eyebrows twitched slightly.

He stared at Wu Xing before him.

"What?"

Wu Xing's eyebrows furrowed slightly; he obviously hadn't yet understood Su Yu's meaning.

Immediately, Wu Xing's pupils contracted sharply.

The next moment, Su Yu's silhouette vanished on the spot.

When Su Yu's figure reappeared, he was already before Wu Xing.

Su Yu raised his palm and pressed down fiercely on Wu Xing's face.

Boom!

The powerful force directly slammed Wu Xing's whole body hard into the ground.

It blasted out a deep pit.

In an instant, the entire place fell silent!