Chapter 474: Done

A yellow eagle circling high in the sky let out a mournful cry, swept across the vast expanse, and began to plummet.

With another mournful cry, blood splattered from its back, and it crashed headlong onto the ground.

A small bird with claws like iron hooks was embedded in the eagle's back.

To think a small bird was hunting an eagle!?

It has always been eagles hunting birds, yet today, one sees a bird hunting an eagle.

The remarkably spirited bird flapped its wings and landed on the shoulder of a young man who had both a sword and a saber hanging from the left side of his waist, its chirping crisp and clear.

Standing beside the young man in fox fur and a wolf-skin hat were two attendants; one was a middle-aged man with a physique as robust as a lion, his entire body radiating a scorching Qi, his voice like a booming bell: "Young Master Xiao, walking this path, you have already killed no fewer than six hundred people, and countless wild oxen, tigers, and leopards; have you had your fill?"

On the other side was an old man in a brocade robe, giving off an eerie feeling. Especially those eyes, which were cold and venomous; one felt the hairs on their body stand on end just by being swept by his gaze, and he spoke in a sinister tone.

"Among the Ten Great Devils, aside from the two of us who serve as slaves to the young master, the other eight have not been seen at all, and not a single one has been killed—how could you be satisfied?"

The young man sneered, a thick scent of blood clinging to him, and reached out to tease the small bird on his shoulder: "Killing devils is boring; killing a Buddhist Saint would be interesting. It is said that the number one in the Martial Evaluation has also entered Beiman; I truly want to see what kind of bearing this Murong Tonghuang possesses!"

This young master, who did not take devils seriously, wanted to kill a Buddhist Saint, and wished to catch a glimpse of the number one in the Martial Evaluation, was naturally no ordinary person.

He was the son of the Military God of Beiman and the number one martial artist of Beiman, Tuoba Pusa: Tuoba Chunsun.

As for the two attendants, they were none other than the sixth and seventh of the Ten Great Devils, Duanboerhuihui and the Colorful Python Jinxiu Lang, both First-Rank Experts, and both with countless lives on their hands.

The robustly built Duanboerhuihui sneered: "The Martial Evaluation is full of water; it is all just their Liyang experts. I have long been displeased with them. If the young master wants to deal with them, I, Duanboerhuihui, am willing to lead the charge."

The Colorful Python Jinxiu Lang, with a temperament as cold as a water snake, said: "The monk Longshu is of the Buddhist Great Vajra Realm; even if one were to hack and slash eight hundred or a thousand times in one go, I fear it might not even injure him. As for Murong Tonghuang, that is the number one in the Martial Evaluation who could defeat Wang Xianzhi; if he doesn't come to find trouble with us, we should burn incense in gratitude. Stop trying to incite the young master."

Duanboerhuihui sneered: "The three of us might not be their match, but with the young master's status, we could easily find a few Xiti, gather a few thousand iron cavalry, and use wheel tactics to grind them down. Sooner or later, their Qi will be exhausted, and in the end, the young master can cut off their heads."

The old man called "Colorful Python Jinxiu Lang" chuckled coldly: "Not to mention that Murong Tonghuang can break three thousand cavalry in one breath, even if that old monk were determined to leave and avoided the fight, the iron cavalry might not be able to catch up."

"Enough, stop arguing." Tuoba Chunsun waved his hand: "I am currently only at the peak of the Second-Rank Small Grandmaster, still a distance away from the First-Rank Vajra Realm. Forget about Murong Tonghuang; that is my father's opponent. As for the monk Longshu, hehe..." Having said that, he rubbed a pitch-black iron tablet.

As the son of the Military God of Beiman and a young genius, the iron tablet in his hand was by no means just an ornament; he could mobilize the nearby Xiti forces at any time to form an iron cavalry of nearly ten thousand.

Doesn't the Buddhist faith preach compassion?

By using hundreds of herdsmen as hostages, if the monk Longshu dared to flee, he would dare to let hundreds of heads roll.

Heh, if hundreds of people died because of him, let's see how that monk would explain Buddhist law to the Qilin Immortal.

"Who is the nearest Xiti?" Tuoba Chunsun toyed with the iron tablet in his hand and said indifferently.

The old devil in the brocade robe replied with a smile: "It is Qinchaer of the Huigu Tribe, who manages two or three tens of thousands of people; his tribesmen are skilled in leopard hunting and lion hunting."

"Good, we will go to Qinchaer's side to rest today."

No sooner had these words been spoken than a dozen riders were seen galloping from afar. Before long, they reached the three, all dismounted in unison, and the leader saluted with cupped fists: "May I ask if you are Young Master Tuoba? The Xiti Lord has already prepared wine and a banquet; he invites the young master to attend and wash away the dust of the journey."

The young master was not surprised: "Your Xiti is Qinchaer?"

"It is indeed Lord Qinchaer."

"Heh, a good lackey indeed. Lead the way."

Qinchaer, whom Tuoba Chunsun hailed as a "good lackey," had indeed already prepared a wine banquet in the tent to entertain them.

"You've arrived, sit." However, this "good lackey" did not seem at all sycophantic; his attitude was almost arrogant, and he merely waved his hand casually.

Of course, this could only be considered a standard greeting.

But to someone like Tuoba Chunsun, for a Xiti like this not to kneel down and lick his soles upon their first meeting was already extremely disrespectful.

Tuoba Chunsun raised an eyebrow, a hint of killing intent faintly showing.

Duanboerhuihui was the true good lackey, and he immediately understood Tuoba Chunsun's intent.

He stepped forward and barked sharply: "Audacious! How dare you be disrespectful before the young prince."

Instantly, a fierce killing intent poured out.

This man was from the Qiang tribe and had participated in hunts since childhood. In his youth, he chanced upon the Spear Immortal Wang Tou, received the profound meaning of spear techniques, and had once fought for his life against a long-famed Great Demon of the demonic path, killing him with two spears. He became famous in one battle, known as the Dragon-Spined Bear-Shoulder, and was a premier combat expert of the grasslands. That reputation as the sixth devil was carved out step by step, stepping over the corpses of countless experts.

As this killing intent was released, the guards nearby could not help but retreat, their entire bodies turning cold.

However, Qinchaer acted as if it were merely a gentle breeze, cupped his fists, and smiled: "It was my discourtesy; I shall punish myself with a cup."

And so he raised his wine cup and drained it in one gulp.

Duanboerhuihui frowned, ready to move and kill.

Tuoba Chunsun waved his hand to stop him, squinting at this unexpectedly bold Xiti: "It seems you have something to say?"

"Indeed, the young master is truly clever." Qinchaer nodded with a smile: "Sit down first; let's talk while we eat."

Tuoba Chunsun was not afraid that Qinchaer was plotting anything, so he sat down brazenly and poured himself a cup of Beiman's strong liquor: "Speak, what is the matter?"

Qinchaer laughed: "Young Master Tuoba is a dragon among men, the future Military God of Beiman. On this journey, would you like to do something big? Something that will shake the entire Beiman."

"Do something big?" Tuoba Chunsun raised an eyebrow, a faint guess forming in his heart.

"Indeed." Qinchaer laughed: "Recently, two great experts from the Central Plains have entered Beiman. One is the abbot of Liangchan Temple, the 'Release Jia' of the Spring and Autumn Thirteen Jia, the monk Longshu; the other is the number one in the Martial Evaluation, the peerlessly elegant and beautiful Murong Tonghuang. Coincidentally, I know the routes of these two."

A sharp glint flashed in Tuoba Chunsun's eyes: "What do you mean?"

"Hehe." Qinchaer took a sip of wine, a cold light flashing in his eyes, and chuckled: "The young master surely has a military order from Lord Tuoba in his hand. As long as you summon a few nearby Xiti and gather ten thousand iron cavalry, even if you cannot kill them, you will force them to flee in panic and lose their reputation. As for the young master, you will naturally become world-renowned. Young master, what do you think of this suggestion?"

The words were calm, yet they seemed to carry a powerful incitement, hooking into the desires deep within one's heart.

Tuoba Chunsun had already intended to make a move, and at this moment, his breathing quickened. He stared at the other party with eyes as sharp as an eagle's: "Speak, what do you want?"

"Nothing, I just want to ask the young master for a few things; these are all minor details. Young master, just say whether you will do it or not?"

Tuoba Chunsun pondered for a moment, then with a "slap," placed the black iron token on the table, his killing intent surging.

"It's done!!"