Chapter 473: Get Lost, Go Eat That One

On the vast grassland, dozens of riders galloped along.

Though few in number, they were able to drive a herd of nearly ten thousand cattle.

"What a pity. I heard there is a great beauty in this tribe; several nearby Xiti have fought until their heads were broken and blood flowed for that woman."

"Heh, our Xiti lord doesn't care about such things. Whoever dares to cause trouble on his territory, no matter who they are, will have to suffer the consequences."

Several riders were chatting nonchalantly.

The Xiti they served was the master of this pasture, famous throughout the southern grasslands for being cruel and bloodthirsty in both commanding troops and governing the people. Facing this group of unauthorized Herdsmen, he intended to exterminate them completely, using the cattle herd to trample the tribe into meat paste, not caring at all about the so-called beauty.

"Stop spouting nonsense! Is the Xiti lord's order something you can question?!" The cavalry leader happened to patrol over, his expression turning stern as he picked up a whip and lashed out fiercely.

Those two cavalrymen were on good terms with the leader and were only putting on a show; besides, they were thick-skinned and tough, so they just took it as a joke.

One of the soldiers was about to open his mouth to crack a joke when his expression suddenly changed: "Something's wrong, look quickly, the cattle herd is not right!!"

"What's not right? With those Sorcerers driving them, these cattle... wait, no!!"

The cavalry leader's face changed drastically; the herd had clearly turned around and was charging toward them. The hooves thundered like rolling thunder, and smoke and dust filled the sky.

"Not good, I'll go find those Sorcerers to see what's happening."

The cavalry leader reined in his horse and turned around; although there was a danger of being trampled by the herd, he was not worried.

The horses they rode were one-in-a-hundred fine steeds, and they would never be caught by the herd. Even if they failed the mission, their lives were not in danger, though the Xiti lord's methods of punishment were very ruthless.

But just as he spurred his horse to its fastest, a roar like thousands of lions bellowing together reached him, and the cavalry leader was instantly seized by a tremendous fear, his whole body stiffening.

By the time he regained his senses, he had already been thrown from his horse and was lying on the grass, with the herd already right before his eyes.

"Ah!"

"Ahhh!!"

A series of screams rang out, and these dozens of riders and Sorcerers were trampled into meat paste in an instant.

Just as one rider was about to close his eyes and wait for death, a hand scooped him up, and his whole body felt light as a feather.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a youth as handsome as a demon looking at him, and he heard the other ask: "Where is your Xiti?"

The rider met those deep, unfathomable eyes, and in a daze, he became a marionette: "Our Xiti is at..."

The master of this pasture was named Qinchaer.

He had a sturdy build with fluid muscles, was adorned in wolf skins, had the hair near his ears and forehead shaved off, and wore two braids tied behind his ears, with a large falcon perched on his shoulder—looking quite imposing.

At this moment, Qinchaer was sitting on a tiger-skin chair.

In the entire ornate tent, the most conspicuous things were two cages, each imprisoning a Golden Coin leopard and a fierce tiger captured from the two Liaos.

Qinchaer waved his hand, and a group of guards brought over a tattooed beast-slave with a bare upper body and muscles all over.

The two fierce beasts, which had been curled up and dozing, seemed to smell blood; they stood up abruptly from their cages, growled in low voices, and clawed at the Iron bars, eager to devour someone.

Qinchaer said coldly: "I heard you are a warrior who can fight ten men alone. As long as you can defeat one of these two little pets of mine, I will not only release your tribesmen but also reward you with a pasture rich in water and grass. How about it? Pick one."

The tattooed beast-slave's eyes were bloodshot as he glared hatefully at Qinchaer.

But even if he had brute strength, he could not contend with this great Xiti. A single word from the other party could result in all his tribesmen being hung by their necks.

"Fine, I hope the Xiti lord keeps his promise."

The tattooed beast-slave gritted his teeth and chose the Golden Coin leopard.

Although it was also a fierce beast, the pressure was not as intense as the other fierce tiger.

The tattooed beast-slave was thrown into the cage, and the untamable Golden Coin leopard rushed out, pouncing skillfully with its blood-red maw wide open.

The tattooed beast-slave roared; his physical strength was astonishing, and he was the most famous wrestler in his tribe. Now, in this life-or-death crisis, he erupted with unprecedented power.

"Bite him!"

"Yes, that's it, my baby."

"Haha, it bit off one of his arms!!"

The originally languid Qinchaer had waved away the guards, and the moment the man and beast began to fight and slaughter each other, he suddenly became excited, his eyes turning bloodshot, and he let out roars from time to time.

But unfortunately, that Golden Coin leopard was extraordinary; after a few rounds of pouncing and biting, it bit off one of the tattooed beast-slave's arms. This further incited its bestial nature, and what followed was a one-sided bloody slaughter.

"What a delightful slaughter, it's just a pity it ended too quickly." Qinchaer let out a long sigh of relief and sat back comfortably on the tiger-skin stool, as if he were a gourmet who had just tasted a delicious meal.

"Xiti lord, since you like watching tigers and leopards fight so much, why don't you go into the arena yourself and have a go?" A soft voice suddenly sounded.

But for Qinchaer, it was no less than a thunderclap.

His expression changed instantly, and he turned his head abruptly; a youth in black had appeared in the tent at some unknown time, standing with his hands behind his back, looking at him with a smile.

Qinchaer was accustomed to watching man-beast slaughters alone; for him, this was a pleasurable enjoyment, and he did not want to share this joy with anyone.

Therefore, every time before watching a slaughter, he would dismiss his attendants, and this time was no exception.

In the entire tent, there should have been only him.

And for anyone else to enter, they would have to be announced by the guards on the left and right, and it was absolutely impossible to break into the tent so easily.

"Audacious! Who are you!? Guards!!"

Qinchaer was not someone who hadn't seen the world, and he possessed considerable martial arts skills himself.

His hair stood on end, and he immediately sensed danger. He sprang up, his palm pressing against the long saber at his waist, and shouted sternly.

But for some reason, the personal guards who should have been guarding outside the tent and waiting for orders at any time did not come in. After calling out a few more times, it remained the same, making Qinchaer's heart feel as if it had fallen into an abyss.

"Stop shouting, they can't hear you." Yu Liancheng wore a smile: "Let me ask you a question, is Tuoba Pusa's son, Tuoba Chunsun, planning to advance into this area?"

"So what if he is? What if he isn't?" Qinchaer's energy surged like a drawn bowstring, ready to unleash a powerful killing blow at any moment.

"If not, then forget it. If he is, then I must entertain him properly. However, I am new to the grassland and have no resources, so I cannot help but borrow flowers to offer to Buddha, using your tribe to host him." Yu Liancheng walked toward Qinchaer with his hands behind his back, step by step, leisurely and elegantly, as if he were treating the tent as his own backyard.

"True, there are indeed rumors that Tuoba Chunsun will pass through here. However..." Qinchaer lowered his head, his voice becoming increasingly low.

"However what..." Yu Liancheng walked two more steps closer.

"However, you are going to die." Qinchaer raised his head and roared loudly. He stomped his feet, leaped up, held his battle saber high, and slashed fiercely down at Yu Liancheng.

Yu Liancheng flicked his hand casually.

His sleeves fluttered.

Qinchaer's saber slashed onto the cloud-like sleeve; his hand web trembled violently, the battle saber flew from his palm, and his entire body was sent crashing heavily into the cage holding the tiger.

What kind of bizarre martial art is this?

Qinchaer struggled to prop himself up, vomiting a mouthful of blood.

He looked left and right, opened the two cages to release the tiger and leopard, pointed at Yu Liancheng, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Go, bite him."

He was the master of the tiger and leopard, having raised them with great care; the leopard and tiger could barely understand his language, so they rushed toward Yu Liancheng.

"Let's see how you die!?"

A trace of ferocity appeared on Qinchaer's face.

"Roar!" The tiger and leopard arrived together, carrying a foul wind with them.

"Get lost, go eat that one," Yu Liancheng waved his hand impatiently.

The tiger and leopard met his eyes, then stopped, lowering their heads like fierce generals facing an emperor.

As soon as Yu Liancheng finished speaking, the tiger roared and the leopard growled, both pouncing toward Qinchaer together, moving even faster than before.

"Beasts! You two beasts dare to..."

Qinchaer clearly had not expected this turn of events; he was quickly tackled by the agile tiger and leopard, his neck bitten through, and as their sharp claws lightly swiped, they lowered their heads to gnaw, leaving his flesh a bloody mess, and this man who had once commanded the winds and rains in his territory soon stopped twitching and ceased to move.

"Little one, come here."

Yu Liancheng crooked his finger, and the falcon that had been perched on Qinchaer flew to his shoulder, affectionately rubbing its head against him.

"You two big ones, go back," Yu Liancheng waved his hand again, and the tiger and leopard, having had their fill, obediently retreated back into their cages.

Finally, Yu Liancheng sat on the tiger-skin chair, waved his hand over his face, and his features blurred, his entire person taking on a rugged aura similar to Qinchaer's.

"Someone come, clean up the tent; I am going to receive a guest..."