Chapter 633

The eldest miss immediately noticed the opponent's move, clutching Hai Guanjia as she screamed in tears.

Through blurred vision, she faintly seemed to see someone rushing toward them.

Ding!!

The expected claw strike never came—instead, a sharp, metallic scraping sound rang out.

"Lord Ye?!"

The eldest miss wiped away her tears and cried out in relief, but instantly realized—the figure before her was not Lord Ye at all, but…

"Miss, you screaming like that really hurts my feelings. If I'd known you were hoping Lord Ye would save you, I wouldn't have lifted a finger."

Mang Liuzi said helplessly.

He had only just joined the battle at this moment.

"Mang Gege?!"

After the short-tailed tribe tomboy was pushed back by that sword strike and took a closer look, she froze in shock.

"Niu Zi Ge?!"

"How could Niu Zi Ge be in Dayang Fu?!"

"Mang Gege, are you undercover for us? Come back to our Fox Caravan Guild—we'll warm your bed!"

The other short-tailed tribe members also spotted Mang Liuzi and began shouting out.

Clearly, Mang Liuzi was still very popular among the short-tailed tribe.

But he was already sick of soft comforts—he'd long since given up those worldly desires. jpg.

Now, he was the Plus version, devoted entirely to Sword Dao!

"Shut up! I, Mang Liuzi, live as a man of Dayang Caravan Guild, die as its ghost—I will never return to your barbarian den! Those not of our kind must be exterminated!"

Mang Liuzi roared with righteous fury, instantly enraging the short-tailed tribe.

They cursed loudly, abandoning their fight with the death knights, and charged toward Mang Liuzi.

"Heartless bastard!"

"Worthless scumbag!"

"I'm going to rip out your heart and see if it's black or red!"

The clawing, snarling short-tailed tribe sisters surged past the tomboy and lunged at Mang Liuzi.

Mang Liuzi felt the qi.

Qi flowed around him; each ripple carried a surge of murderous intent.

Mang Liuzi swung his sword.

He swung it while retreating.

His sword was fast—faster than lightning.

Like a dragonfly skimming water, every strike claimed a life.

After retreating barely a dozen steps, over a dozen short-tailed tribe girls lay dead—many had once shared his bed, proving his heart was as cold as stone.

He had never regarded barbarians as human.

"Miss, does this close protection count as a great deed?"

"Yes… yes! If Dayang Fu still stands after tonight, you'll be its second Guest Supreme!"

Listening to the exchange between the man and woman before her, the short-tailed tribe tomboy's face darkened.

The short-tailed tribe had targeted Mang Liuzi for two reasons: his abundant yang energy, and his formidable strength.

During his tenure, he won twenty-seven straight battles—zero defeats. Few in all of Chunuan City could match him.

But now, Mang Liuzi stood on the opposite side of her short-tailed tribe!

This terrifying strength became a shadow over every heart—everyone hesitated, moved cautiously, and grew timid.

"You claimed to leave the Fox Caravan Guild, but you just switched to Dayang Caravan Guild for another woman! How dare you betray us?! I'll cut off your Niu Zi and soak it in wine!"

With a furious shout, the short-tailed tribe tomboy's eyes turned red, her teeth elongated into fangs, her face twisted into a monstrous visage, fox patterns surfaced on her skin, and her tail grew from a short stub into a long, fluffy, massive tail.

This was… Feral Rage!

Her innate ability—Feral Rage!

It dramatically boosted her strength in a short time, unleashing her latent potential.

It was precisely because of this ability that Lao Huli had entrusted her with heavy responsibilities—even when she acted wildly, Lao Huli forgave her and kept her in the caravan guild.

A rare talent, combined with Lao Huli's meticulous cultivation and the bulk of resources from the Phoenix Organization poured into her, caused her power to skyrocket.

Though still at Peak Postnatal First-rate Realm, with Feral Rage's boost, her strength neared Xiantian Second-Rate Realm—hovering at the peak of Xiantian Third-rate Realm!

"Ten seconds! If I don't kill you in ten seconds, I'll retreat!"

Such a powerful Feral Rage effect, as expected, lasted only briefly.

Even so, the short-tailed tribe tomboy now possessed strength sufficient to match Mang Liuzi.

On all fours, electric currents crackled between her limbs.

Whoosh! Amid the crackling electricity, the short-tailed tribe tomboy vanished—next instant, she appeared before Mang Liuzi and slashed a claw straight at his face.

Ding!!

Mang Liuzi raised his sword in shock to block, staggered back three steps, and fell to the ground.

The force was so immense he couldn't dissipate it in time.

Had the short-tailed tribe tomboy's attack been less direct, he might already be gutted.

A chill of dread struck Mang Liuzi—he grabbed the eldest miss and the unconscious Hai Guanjia and retreated violently.

The surrounding death knights rushed to aid him, but were blocked by other short-tailed tribe members.

At this moment, the short-tailed tribe tomboy—nearly transformed into a fox—grinned savagely.

Crackle-crackle-crackle!

A flash of lightning—the short-tailed tribe tough girl moved so fast she blurred to the naked eye, catching up to the retreating Mang Liuzi in an instant. One claw swipe, and even though Mang Liuzi raised his sword to block, the tremendous force of the claw drove it into his left side.

Squelch—

Blood sprayed as Mang Liuzi was sent flying by the Supernatural Strength strike. The three who had been linked together were also scattered by that one claw, flung out in three different directions.

Thud—a heavy crash.

Mang Liuzi let out a muffled groan as his body slammed into the wall, embedding into it, temporarily unable to move—only fresh blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Half of his kidney had already been torn open in a huge gash, blood pouring out, his intestines faintly visible.

The other two, meanwhile, crashed heavily onto the ground separately.

The young mistress could still struggle to her feet; Hai Guanjia was lying flat on the ground, drenched in blood, his breath faintly fading.

"Hai Guanjia! Hai Guanjia!"

"Help! Someone save us! Help!!"

The young mistress cried out, while the short-tailed tribe tough girl seemed to be weighing whether to kill Mang Liuzi first or snatch the young mistress away first.

Wind howling, lightning crackling, the short-tailed tribe tough girl opened her bloody maw wide, about to snatch the young mistress up in her jaws and carry her off.

Mang Liuzi, embedded in the wall, had already struggled free. He ran outward in panic, never once thinking to come back and rescue the young mistress.

The young mistress looked at Hai Guanjia, barely clinging to life on the ground, looked at the Dayang Fu strewn with corpses, looked at Mang Liuzi scrambling away on all fours—and her heart was filled with desolation.

Only yesterday had she lost her father; today she had to watch with her own eyes the Dayang Merchant Caravan he had painstakingly built over so many years destroyed in an instant!

Tears slid from the corners of her eyes. At this moment, the young mistress felt as if time itself had slowed down.

Not far away, Mang Liuzi slowly turned his head back in bewilderment.

The surrounding death warriors shouted and fought to the death in slow motion.

Even the ferocious great fox before her, lightning crackling around its four paws, lunging forward—all seemed to slow down.

(End of chapter)