Chapter 216 - 181: Confrontation

"Who would have thought that this young man would be so dismissive," he smirked. "Clinging to your master’s coattails, you really think you’re strong, spouting nonsense without fearing your tongue might snap off."

The disdain and scorn were palpable in his words.

"Kill him!" The young master laughed angrily, no longer wanting to exchange more words with the opposing youth. He gestured lightly to the Iron-blooded Thirteen Eagles guarding him.

The lead guard’s eyes immediately shone with a bloodthirsty gleam. He looked at the youth not far in front of him, whose face still bore traces of youthful innocence, displaying not a trace of fear, only excitement.

"Kid, remember to be more discerning in your next life. Don’t offend those you shouldn’t," he said, his mouth curling into a cruel smile.

He always delighted in torturing such youngsters. To him, witnessing a young life struggling before fading out was one of the most beautiful scenes in the world.

"Come at me if you dare!"

As soon as the words fell, the Iron-blooded Thirteen Eagles sprang into action. Having grown up together and hailing from the same clan, their coordination was impeccable—often, a joint strike from the thirteen would incapacitate an opponent swiftly.

Their Demon Qi seemed to originate from the same source, allowing them to link with each other, which also made their combined attack more potent.

It was with such tactics that they had made a name for themselves in Luzhou in the North.

The leader was quickest. He was impatient to see the look of despair and pain on the face of the youth opposite him.

The Demon Qi of the thirteen encircled him, intensifying his own Demon Qi and even forming a huge divine eagle in the void, its sharp and murderous eyes fixed on the youth in front of them.

A typical monster, upon sighting this phantom, would have been terrified to the core, unable to control their body and surrendering their fate completely to him.

However, since the youth dared to provoke verbally, he naturally had confidence.

With a loud roar, the crescent on his forehead burst into dazzling light, illuminating the phantom of the divine eagle, which instantly made the proud creature lower its head.

It was a suppression at the soul level, utterly inescapable.

In that instant, a black shadow seemed to appear in the minds of the thirteen, a giant wolf howling skyward with a crescent on its forehead, seemingly ready to devour them.

This was a clash of the spirits, inherently perilous. The Thirteen Eagles, relying on this secret technique, had defeated countless foes, but today they had clearly met their match.

The mysterious youth’s spiritual spell seemed to surpass theirs and even hinted at a restraining effect.

In just one round, he had sown the seeds of fear in their minds, transforming the howling giant wolf into a persistent mark that kept them constantly in terror.

"Damn it!" Feeling their bodies trembling uncontrollably, the Thirteen Eagles roared in anger.

Usually, they were the ones employing such methods on others; never had they suffered from them. At this moment, facing the youth, their bodies resisted involuntarily.

Their movements were much slower than before.

Stretching out their palms into sharp eagle claws, they aimed for the youth’s head; killing the youth would naturally break the spell.

Seeing this, the corner of the youth’s mouth lifted into a smile. With a light punch, he precisely struck the oncoming eagle claw.

With a bang, the youth remained unmoved, while the leader was involuntarily sent flying backward, feeling as though he had struck not flesh, but diamond.

Thirteen men shared the same spirit, and the remaining few also felt the pain.

But they knew well that they needed a relentless attack at this moment, otherwise, as time passed, the shadow in their hearts would grow larger, perhaps even robbing them of the courage to fight.

So, one by one, they rushed forward to battle the young man.

The young man sneered coldly, yet he was not afraid at all, his iron fists waving ceaselessly, blocking all the successive attacks from the Thirteen Eagles.

"Is this all the strength you have? You dare to act arrogantly in Luzhou in the North with just this?" Disappointment laced the young man’s voice.

With a loud shout, he threw a punch, and as if a giant wolf was howling, he sent a man flying with one blow, instantly losing his ability to fight.

Then he dodged the rest, crouching on the ground and suddenly leaping up for another punch, leaving another man limp on the ground.

Turning back to look at the others, a murderous intent appeared on his face.

In that moment, the young man seemed like a Demonic God descending, his terrifying aura surging out, causing the Thirty Eagles to tremble in fear, the shadows in their hearts steadily growing.

It was as if they could see the great wolf roaring towards the sky, opening its huge maw and tearing towards them.

"Ah!" Unable to withstand the pressure, one of them screamed and, without looking back, ran away.

In an instant, the momentum of the thirteen men crumbled, and everyone’s strength sharply declined.

As one grew stronger and the other weaker, the psychological shadow thickened, causing the others to lose their will to fight and quickly scatter in all directions.

The stunned nobleman watched everything unfold, somewhat confused by the situation.

The Iron-blooded Thirteen Eagles were notorious in Luzhou in the North, considered adept fighters; it had taken his family great effort to win them over.

They had intended to use this opportunity to intimidate their rivals, yet unexpectedly, this mysterious young man appeared from nowhere and, in a few swift moves, turned these fierce bandits into fleeing rats.

Now, looking at the young man’s eyes, for some reason, a sense of panic arose in his heart.

With a hint of fear, he asked, "What, what do you want to do?"

Before the words had fully left his lips, the mysterious young man had already flashed to his side and punched him in the stomach, the intense pain forcing tears from his eyes.

He instinctively wrapped his arms around his stomach and collapsed to the ground.

A cold voice rang in his ears, "Go back and tell that Old Flood Dragon in your house that the blood debts he owed from the past will be settled with him one by one."

"Old Flood Dragon?" someone among the watching monsters said in confusion.

Someone nearby chuckled, "Oh, it’s from the Green Flood Dragon clan, no wonder they are so brazen!"

"It’s normal that you don’t know; the Green Flood Dragon clan was originally subordinates of the Demon Court, a family controlling the purse strings. Unfortunately, they switched sides in that battle, formed in-laws with the Northern Sea Dragon Palace, and were despised by others."

"To prevent retaliation from the Demon Court, their family changed their appearance, no longer living as Flood Dragons. But having the backing of the Northern Sea Dragon Palace, the Green Flood Dragon clan lives quite lavishly. However, it seems their strength has somewhat slackened; it appears that years of comfortable living have eroded their courage and fighting spirit," he continued to explain.