Chapter 260

"You!"

On this side, Wu Yang hadn't even had time to respond, but Wu You Chao on the other side reacted extremely quickly, immediately turning his gaze toward Tang Luo.

The fog in his heart vanished instantly, and he saw the sun through the clouds.

Why had Wu Yang reacted so intensely just now? It turned out the root of the matter was actually in this place.

The few people she brought were not her attendants at all, but had other identities!

Before Wu You Chao could even figure out who Wu Yang's attendants were or what they wanted, and before he could shout out loud, Tang Luo had already spread his five fingers.

Dragon-Capturing Hand!

Wu You Chao, who was several meters away from Tang Luo, instantly flew into Tang Luo's hand.

The totemic power on his body boiled, transforming into defensive force, and one could see a large bird appear in the raging fire, fiercely pecking at Tang Luo's palm.

Tang Luo paid no attention, allowing the totemic power to strike him, unable to even shake his palm in the slightest.

Moreover, due to the recoil force, that totemic power dissipated without a trace in an instant.

Grabbing Wu You Chao's neck, he gave a light squeeze; Wu You Chao's head tilted slightly, and he died directly at Tang Luo's hands.

He was originally not skilled in slaughter or combat, having been a tribal chieftain, and with totemic power protecting him, even a shaman could do nothing to him.

In personal combat, he also possessed a certain majesty.

But he happened to encounter Tang Luo, without even a chance to cry out for help, and died instantly.

Casually tossing him aside, Wu You Chao fell back onto his own seat, his head slightly lowered, appearing as if he were dozing.

If not observed carefully, one would hardly notice that the chieftain of the Wu Jin tribe was already dead.

All of this happened extremely suddenly—from Tang Luo speaking, to acting, to throwing Wu You Chao back—it took only one or two breaths.

On the high platform, aside from the tribal chieftain and the shaman, no one else had set foot there; the attention of several chieftains was entirely focused on the battle group in the martial arena.

No one had even seen Wu You Chao's death, and everything was already over.

Wu Yang stared at Wu You Chao's corpse, her heart complex, while simultaneously a storm of shock and terror surged within her.

She knew her father's death was intricately tied to this uncle, with countless threads connecting them; even if he hadn't struck the blow himself, this person had fueled the flames and hastened her father's demise.

If Wu Yang hadn't possessed extraordinary talent, been noticed by the shaman in her youth and taken as a disciple, and promptly shown promise of advancing to the rank of "Shaman," Wu You Chao would have likely already acted against this niece.

Later, after Wu Yang successfully became a shaman, Wu You Chao lost the opportunity to strike.

But Wu Yang also had no hope of revenge.

As a tribal chieftain, he might not be skilled in combat, but with totemic power protecting his body, even a shaman would find it no easy task to truly injure them.

To kill the opponent was even more difficult—almost impossible. Wu Yang originally thought she might never have a chance for revenge in this lifetime, and could only wait for Wu You Chao to die of old age.

Finally, spitting on his grave and whipping the corpse to vent anger was already the limit.

Never did she expect that Master Xuanzang would suddenly speak up, and then, without the slightest concern, kill Wu You Chao.

Her thoughts were still on how to conceal the past, but when she came to her senses, her great enemy had already been avenged.

How could Wu Yang's mood not be complex? As for the storm of shock and terror, there's no need to elaborate—it was naturally due to Tang Luo's strength.

How difficult it is to kill a tribal chieftain, yet this person struck and killed him as easily as reaching into a bag and taking something out.

Sneak attacks, frankly speaking, are basically ineffective against tribal chieftains.

If sneak attacks could kill them, Wu Yang wouldn't have needed to think about spitting on Wu You Chao's corpse.

"Little wooden person, how many do you still have?" Seeing Wu Yang dazed and silent, Tang Luo asked again.

"There are still a few." Wu Yang said, explaining that she normally carries ten substitute wooden people, and if used, she immediately remakes them to replenish.

There's no way around it—she needs to preserve her life, so on any day she encounters danger, she can let the substitute wooden person draw away the enemy.

"Then give them all to me, poor monk." Tang Luo said, "Rest assured, poor monk won't take them for nothing; later I will consecrate them once for you, which can preserve your life once."

"Oh, oh." Wu Yang responded twice; she now dared not refuse—let alone talk about consecration preserving life, even if Master Xuanzang wanted to forcibly seize and plunder, she could only obediently hand them over.

"Hmm." Tang Luo responded, then turned his gaze back toward the battle group in the martial arena.

As they spoke, the situation on the martial arena changed again.

The three shamans joined forces to fight the white-clad monk, exchanging one sword for one arm; originally the situation was very favorable, and they estimated they could soon subdue him.

But after that, Xiong Ba Tianxia destroyed two more swords, yet only managed to inflict two ferocious wounds on the white-haired monk's body.

After losing an arm, the white-haired monk fought with increasing courage, having already injured Batu and Xiong Ba Tianxia.

Both men were wounded, their breath unsteady, and their combat power declined in a straight line.

Only Qi Wendá, who followed the "power path," had not suffered serious injury, but facing increased pressure, he could only temporarily hold his ground without losing.

After the three shamans gained a brief upper hand, they unexpectedly ended up evenly matched with the white-haired monk.

The face of the Fusang tribal chieftain looked grim.

The area around the martial arena had already been surrounded to the point of being water-tight, with a heavenly net and earthly trap laid down; the Fusang tribe's tens of thousands of elite soldiers had formed a surrounding posture.

Even shamans could not break out.

Judging by the current situation, even if this white-haired monk were finally executed, he would still cause massive casualties.

And these casualties would all belong to the Fusang tribe.

"Shaman Wu Yang, why haven't you made a move yet?" The Fusang tribal chieftain looked toward the high platform of the Wu Jin tribe and spoke.

If this vicious person were truly let free to run wild outside, the Fusang tribe would inevitably suffer great damage to its vitality.

"I am not skilled in fighting alongside others." Wu Yang spoke loudly, "On the contrary, your Fusang tribe—why haven't Yin You Qing and Yin You Que arrived yet?"

From the time Wu Yang startled the grass to now, saying it's long isn't accurate, saying it's short isn't accurate either.

At least enough time had passed for the Fusang tribe to form a surrounding posture on this side, yet strangely, despite slightly blocking the substitute wooden person, Yin You Qing and Yin You Que, the two brothers, still had not appeared.

"We were just preparing to go to the great formation."

"That's why we arrived a little late."

"Please don't take offense, everyone."

Before the Fusang tribe leader could say anything, Yin Youqing and Yin Youque appeared, and the two of them continued to act in unison.

They spoke in turn, one sentence each, as if one person were speaking, making it impossible to tell them apart.

"A formation..." Wu Yang narrowed his eyes.

The six shamans each had their specialties and focuses; the Yin brothers were skilled in all kinds of strange and peculiar formations.

When the two joined forces, they formed a small formation capable of unleashing greater strength, which is also why their combined strength surpassed that of the other two shamans.

Moreover, this place was the territory of the Fusang tribe, so it was normal for the two to set up a grand formation as a means of confronting enemies.

Yet Wu Yang felt inexplicably uneasy in his heart, not knowing where it came from.

"Since you've come, then please trouble yourself to make a move and capture this wretch." The Fusang tribe leader said.

The other tribe leaders also spoke up.

Only the deceased Wu Youchao showed no reaction, but he had just clashed with Wu Yang and nearly become a laughingstock; now he remained silent, and everyone simply took it as normal.

Wu Youchao cared about his reputation, and everyone knew this.

"Then we shall follow the words of the various kings."

I don't know whether it was Yin Youqing or Yin Youque who spoke, but the two raised their hands simultaneously, making all kinds of complex and mysterious gestures.

As the two moved, the surrounding air instantly became viscous.

Although there was no obvious change, everyone could feel that they had already entered the formation.

Pressure, faint and elusive, seemed to exist and yet not exist from all directions.

Including the tens of thousands of elite soldiers forming the encirclement, they were likewise affected—truly a grand formation in name and fact.

"The formation is complete."

"Please, the three of you."

"Execute this person."

The Yin brothers spoke in turn, one sentence each, and the viscous sensation on Batu and the three others suddenly vanished.

"Good!"

Batu let out a loud shout, black energy enveloping his entire body, once again forming black fists!

Qi Wendá's red horn on his forehead glowed with a reddish light, a red line flashed, slicing toward the decoy wooden man's head.

Xiong Batianxia fought from a slightly greater distance, the two swords merging into sword light that shot up to the heavens and then descended from above, the sword light like falling thunder!

The decoy wooden man paused, facing the three's combined attack, his eyes bursting forth with dazzling flames.

A near-transparent amber-glass hue, as the decoy wooden man turned his head, left a trace of scorching heat that distorted the scene with hot air.

Liuli Flame!

The reason the decoy wooden man was seized by Tang Luo lies here—the Liuli Flame.

In the blood given to Wu Yang, a trace of Liuli Flame was hidden, mixed into the decoy wooden man, enhancing its "power."

Regardless of the amount of blood provided, if Tang Luo wishes, he can offer river-like amounts of pure "waste blood."

Strictly speaking, Tang Luo is not controlling the decoy wooden man, but rather controlling the Liuli Flame, with the wooden man merely serving as the flame's vessel.

Having persisted until now, the vessel has reached its limit, and fortunately, the remaining shamans have also arrived.

Thus, Tang Luo chooses to erupt at this moment.

On the remaining single arm of the decoy wooden man, firelight burst forth, held upright before the chest, while countless semi-transparent flame palm shadows appeared at his sides, spreading across the sky and earth, completely enveloping the shamans.

Even Xiong Batianxia, who was somewhat farther away, was not spared.

Thousand Hands Cannot Block—Decoy Wooden Man—One-Time Version.

The three shamans didn't even utter a groan, instantly turning into three scattered puffs of blood mist amidst the sky-filling palm shadows.

In the next breath, the decoy wooden man also turned into a pile of ashes amidst the flashing flames.

To outsiders, it appeared that the white-haired monk, at the critical moment, had chosen mutual destruction!

The field fell into a moment of silence, only the rough breathing of some people and the violent beating of hearts could be faintly heard.

The sound of a heavy object falling broke the silence.

Looking over, it was the three tribe leaders who had risen directly, and someone's action caused their chair to overturn on the high platform, producing a sound.

The leaders of the Black Water, Teng She, and Xiongxiong tribes stood at the edge of the high platform, staring down at the martial arena below.

Their faces were grim to the extreme, like three volcanoes on the verge of eruption.

Dead!

The three shamans of their tribe had suddenly died before their very eyes!

Just moments ago, the situation had still been favorable, and the Yin brothers had likewise made a move, about to capture the white-haired monk.

The next moment, they were struck by mutual destruction, leaving no corpses behind, only three scattered puffs of blood mist falling to the ground, not even leaving bloodstains.

"Was this intentional?"

The leader of the Xiongxiong tribe looked at the Yin brothers and shouted in question.

The Yin brothers shook their heads in unison, their movements extremely consistent: "No, we did not anticipate this happening."