Chapter 80

A Huila gathered all the wealth and captives he had obtained, first distributed the grain and property, then carefully examined the captives for a while, pulled over a woman with the most outstanding appearance, and held her in his arms. Seeing her trembling, he laughed loudly:

"Captive women are still the best."

The surrounding tribesmen burst into laughter. A Huila laughed along for a while, then whispered hatefully:

"If it weren't for that hungry wolf Gani Xi moving east, how could we have fallen to such a state? It is hateful that my A Hui tribe's great stockade of three thousand people was completely destroyed by his hands."

Upon hearing the name Gani Xi, the tribesmen could no longer laugh. Their tattooed faces were full of fear and hatred, and someone whispered:

"People from the south all say Gani Xi was born to be the Wolf King who unifies the northern Shanyue..."

"I even heard this man was born from the union of a human and a wolf! Cruel as a wolf, cunning as a fox, moving east under the orders of his ancestors..."

A Huila shuddered, hurriedly interrupted the man, and shouted loudly:

"What kind of bird talk is that?! Bad luck!"

After speaking, he raised his cup and shouted:

"Drink! We just raided this Li clan tribe, why not celebrate? Come! Everyone gets a captive!"

The tribesmen beamed with joy and shouted noisily. A Huila laughed, cursing the Li clan for being weak, but secretly thought to himself:

"Something is wrong."

A Huila was startled and roared loudly:

"How long has it been since a scout reported back?!"

The tribesmen laughed loudly and shouted:

"Don't worry, Great King, how could the captives notice our scouts?"

A Huila felt a sharp pain in his face and looked up suddenly. A white light slowly lit up before his eyes, startling A Huila so much that his legs went weak. He sat down on the ground, scrambled backward, and that arrow pierced the ground right in front of him, sinking straight into the soil, splashing up a cloud of sand and leaving a small hole.

Suddenly, battle cries erupted all around. Fires rose in the surrounding mountain forests, and the Li clan soldiers holding weapons charged into the chaotic Shanyue. The tribesmen who had been drinking were already riddled with arrows. A Huila stood up slowly and said in disbelief:

"How is this possible?"

Raising the great hammer in his hand, A Huila shouted angrily:

"Get up! Everyone get up!"

The scattered Shanyue tribesmen seemed to have found their backbone and gathered toward him. A Huila looked around and silently estimated that there were only two or three hundred people around him, and the entire Shanyue tribe had been divided into four or five pieces, struggling amidst the blades.

"It's over."

A Huila's heart sank, but he saw a middle-aged man walking slowly from not far away, wearing light armor and holding a grayish-white long sword. The sword was slowly emitting a faint light, and sharp gray rays of light flickered, making A Huila's eyelids twitch.

"Damn it!"

The middle-aged man took a light step, instantly closing the distance, and stabbed at him with one sword.

A Huila hurriedly reached out with his great hammer to block, but was shaken so hard it almost flew out of his hands. His internal organs ached, and he was terrified, knowing this man's cultivation was far above his own.

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Li Xuanxuan took down a Shanyue tribesman with one blade. His Qi Condensation third-layer cultivation in this chaotic battle was like an armed adult fighting a group of children; he truly swept away three or four at a time, and could kill one with a casual punch.

Moreover, there were twelve clan soldiers protecting him, the Young Master, every step of the way. Each was an elite soldier, coldly scanning the surroundings.

Li Xuanxuan killed with gusto, as if the ruthlessness in his bones had been stirred up. His eyes were bloodshot, and he picked up an old Shanyue man, preparing to throw him, but unexpectedly met the old man's gaze.

A head full of white hair, deep wrinkles, and terrified eyes felt like a loud slap across Li Xuanxuan's face. He was stunned, his hands and feet numb, looking at the old man who was old enough to be his grandfather, and he froze for a moment.

Who knew the old Shanyue man would shed tears, let out a cry, and bite down hard on his arm, shattering a mouthful of rotten teeth? It felt like another slap across Li Xuanxuan's face, scaring him into reflexively thrusting forward with force.

The old man's bones shattered on the ground, and his lower body sprayed out a pile of blood-mixed excrement, emitting a scream that did not sound human. His two eyes stared straight at Li Xuanxuan with hatred, stinging Li Xuanxuan's eyes with tears.

Li Xuanxuan felt dizzy and stood still for two breaths, feeling a chill crawl from the top of his head down to his spine.

The world before him suddenly became cold, and the noise and shouting gradually faded away. This world had been veiled for fifteen years, and finally, it gently lifted a corner of its veil before him.

"So... that's how it is..."

Slowly taking down the great blade at his waist, Li Xuanxuan was no longer agitated, but calmly and silently began to kill.

Not far away.

"Great King, retreat, Great King!"

Several tribesmen were shouting in terror. A Huila shook his head, took Li Tongya's sword, and his great hammer flew out of his hand. He had no choice but to curse:

"How can we retreat?! We've been completely surrounded, how can we escape!"

A Huila looked at his tribesmen falling one by one, shouting in heartache:

"Stop! Stop! I am willing to surrender!"

The gray light on Li Tongya's sword slowly extinguished. He stared quietly at A Huila. The surrounding tribesmen skillfully hugged their heads and squatted down. The clan soldiers were also stunned, then heard a series of orders:

"Those who surrender will not be killed! Those who surrender will not be killed!"

In an instant, groups of tribesmen threw down their weapons and knelt. A Huila sighed, threw down the other great hammer in his hand, and knelt down dejectedly. The many shouts and killing sounds on the battlefield gradually subsided.

The Shanyue tribesmen were bound one by one. The Li clan soldiers maintained strict discipline, leading the people without a word. From extreme movement to extreme stillness, A Huila's heart suddenly rose, and he secretly pondered:

"Are these humans different from the tribes? Do they kill even after surrender? That would be a huge loss; I might as well have fought to the end..."

"How did this person bypass my scouts in the mountains! Forget it, forget it, I've fallen this time."

Just as he was lowering his head and letting his imagination run wild, A Huila suddenly saw a pair of gray wolf-skin boots stop in front of him. He hurriedly looked up with a fawning smile, only to suddenly bump into a sharp-featured face, narrow eyebrows, and a pair of ruthless eyes.

"Gani Xi?!"

A Huila's heart was suddenly shocked, his lips trembling uncontrollably, and he almost jumped up from the ground. The shock in his heart was beyond words.

Looking closely, A Huila tremblingly discovered that those eyes were not the nightmarish, vicious brownish-yellow, but a calm, grayish-black.