Ancient Martial Saint Emperor of Another World [Complete] - 17

Chapter 180 Lodging at the Beast King's Palace

"Ah, Grandpa, what happened to our house? I heard the sound of the house collapsing, young master, what happened?" Hearing the exasperated voice of the Great Prophet Danton, Aini, who was being held

in Qin Feng's arms, quickly spoke up. "Uh, this~~~~~" Looking at the collapsed courtyard, a hint of embarrassment crept onto the furry face of the Behemoth King Stru. He stammered for a long time, unable to speak. Suddenly seeing Qin Feng comforting Aini, the Behemoth King's eyes lit up. Pointing at Qin Feng, he said:

"Great Prophet, your grandson-in-law is also partly responsible for destroying your house, Aini, don't you think... this... um... look..."

Hearing the Behemoth King refer to Qin Feng as the Great Prophet's grandson-in-law, a blush of happiness rose on Aini's pink face.

The Great Prophet Danton, whose topic had been diverted by the Behemoth Emperor, turned to look at Aini, who was still in Qin Feng's arms. Upon closer inspection, he noticed something was wrong. Aini's eyes, though open as usual, lacked their usual sparkle, appearing somewhat dull. A sudden urge struck him. Forgetting his conversation with the Behemoth Emperor about the house, he stepped forward and stared into Aini's eyes.

"Grandpa~~~~~~" Aini seemed to sense the Great Prophet Danton's approach and called out hastily, then lowered her head as if to avoid him.

"Aini, are your eyes…" The Great Prophet Danton's throat bobbed a few times as he looked at Aini and asked in a trembling voice.

"You used divination?" The Great Prophet Danton's expression froze. He asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, Grandpa. I didn't listen to you. I missed the young master so much, I couldn't help but use divination to find out where he was." Aini whispered, her hands tightly gripping Qin Feng's clothes. She was terrified that if she let go, Qin Feng would leave her.

"You...sigh...it's all my fault..." The Great Prophet Danton smiled bitterly, as if he had aged ten years in the blink of an eye, his originally thin body becoming somewhat hunched.

"Grandpa...I'm sorry. Please punish me...but I really couldn't control myself from thinking about the young master...thinking about him made me feel like I was seeing him..." Aini released her fair hands from Qin Feng's clothes and reached forward, trying to support the Great Prophet Danton.

"Aini~~~~~Your eyes are really blind~~~You can't see anything?" Upon hearing the news, the Beast King Struru walked up and waved his right hand in front of Aini's eyes, asking incredulously.

"Yes, Your Majesty, Aini's eyes are blind. I can't see anything anymore." Aini nodded.

"Heavens! What happened?" The Beast King Struru slapped his forehead, suddenly seeing Qin Feng standing next to Aini. Suspicious, he asked,

"Is it you who caused Aini to be like this?"

"No, it's not your fault, young master. It was my own choice!" Hearing that the Behemoth Emperor was about to blame his beloved, Aini hurriedly stepped in front of Qin Feng to defend herself.

"Oh, I didn't realize our Beast Clan's Holy Maiden was so protective of your man! Heh. She's like this even before she's married. What will happen after she's married?" The Behemoth Emperor didn't actually mean to blame Qin Feng; he just wanted to lighten the somewhat somber atmosphere.

Aini blushed, but didn't back down, simply standing in front of Qin Feng, essentially acquiescing.

"Alright, Aini. His Majesty was just joking. Let's go inside and talk..." The Great Prophet Dandong wanted to suggest going inside, but then realized that his house, built over many years, had completely collapsed in the previous attack. He couldn't help but sigh softly; after all, this was the place where he had lived for seventy years!

"Great Prophet, I'll have someone build a new courtyard here. For the next few days, you can stay in my palace; I have plenty of rooms!" King Stru quickly changed the subject when the conversation returned to the collapsed houses.

"But, Your Majesty, this is your palace after all. Wouldn't it be a bit..." Great Prophet Danton hesitated. After all, the palace was the Beast King's forbidden palace, and outsiders weren't allowed to enter. But his own house had just been destroyed, so he seemed hesitant. "

Oh dear, I have plenty of empty rooms in my palace. Just pick a few to stay in, it's no big deal!" King Stru said casually.

"Alright then. We'll have to trouble Your Majesty then." "The Great Prophet Danton nodded helplessly and agreed to King Stru.

A hint of relief flashed in King Stru's eyes. He was secretly pleased, finally getting rid of the infamy of destroying the Great Prophet's residence. Otherwise, he would have really suffered.

Qin Feng, carrying the obedient Aini, followed behind King Stru and the Great Prophet Danton, heading towards the royal palace. The orcs along the way were quite surprised to see the Great Prophet Danton and King Stru leading the way for a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy. After all, the two of them had been in the orc country for a long time." No one could challenge her. How could she be expected to lead the way?

Thus, some straightforward orcs looked at Qin Feng with anger in their eyes. When they realized that the woman nestled in Qin Feng's arms, as docile as a lamb, was actually their Orc race's Holy Maiden, their resentment only intensified! If looks could kill, Qin Feng would have been killed countless times over by now. The Holy Maiden represented the most beautiful, gentle, virtuous, and charming woman in the Orc race—the object of every woman's affections, whether unmarried or married. "The dream girl of all the beastmen!"

Qin Feng paid no heed, completely ignoring the angry, jealous, and envious glances from the men on either side of the road. He arrogantly carried Aini down the street, sometimes seemingly deliberately provoking the beastmen by lightly kissing her forehead, cheeks, chin, and lips, making Aini giggle with ticklishness.

The Great Prophet Danton and the Beast King Stru, walking ahead, kept a close eye on Qin Feng's every move. A hint of appreciation flashed in their eyes. After

walking for about half an hour with the Beast King Stru and the Great Prophet Danton, Qin Feng arrived at the center of Behemoth City—the palace of the Beast King Stru!

Calling it a palace was a stretch; it was really just a large complex of tall buildings. To suit the tall stature of the Behemoth race, everything in the palace, from the houses to the furnishings, was three to four times the size of an average person. This made the relatively short Qin Feng look like he'd entered a land of giants, appearing somewhat comical. Not to mention the Great Prophet Danton and Aini, who were even shorter than Qin Feng.

"Young Master, are we there?" Aini, nestled in Qin Feng's arms, asked timidly, her large, blind eyes wide open, looking around at everything she couldn't see

. "Yes, we've arrived at the Behemoth King's palace, little girl," Qin Feng said, affectionately patting Aini's head.

"The houses inside are so big, aren't they? Hehe. I remember coming here often when I was little, but I almost always got lost. The houses are so big; I couldn't recognize the way at all. I remember one time..." "I was playing hide-and-seek with my sister Buna, and I accidentally hid inside a big house. I couldn't climb out no matter what I tried. I shouted as loudly as I could, but no one heard me. I was hungry and scared, but

thankfully Grandpa arrived in time and rescued me. Later, I asked Buna and found out that the big house was actually a warehouse. I even drew a picture in that warehouse, but now I'm blind. I can't draw anymore." Aini nestled in Qin Feng's arms, telling him stories from her childhood, a sweet smile on her lips. However, the thought of her blindness caused her initial enthusiasm

to vanish, leaving her looking somewhat listless.

Qin Feng felt a pang of pain in his heart. He gently stroked Aini's pale face with his cheek and said in an unwavering voice, "Little girl, I will definitely heal your eyes. Trust me!"

"Yes, I believe you, young master. But, young master, you are my eyes now... Although my world has lost all color, I still have you... With you... my world has color again." Annie whispered in Qin Feng's arms, her nose stinging as she spoke, two clear tears sliding down her lifeless eyes, gently wetting Qin Feng's clothes.

Qin Feng didn't speak, only holding Annie's petite body tightly, as if trying to melt her into his own. His heart felt as if it had been stabbed! If he had sent someone to report her safety sooner, if he had thought of her more, then Annie wouldn't have resorted to this damned divination because she missed him so much. For a moment, the faces of the elves Evelyna and

Catherine clearly appeared in Qin Feng's mind. Perhaps he should go find them, otherwise, what if something else happened to them? " Well then…"

"Brother Qin Feng, you and the Great Prophet can stay here for now. I'll send someone to repair the Great Prophet's house right away, hehe…" The slightly embarrassed voice of Behemoth King Stru brought Qin Feng, who was lost in thought, back to reality.

"Alright. Thank you for your hospitality, Your Majesty." Qin Feng bowed to King Stru.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" The Great Prophet and Aini also replied.

"Hehe, you two sit and chat for a while. I'll send someone to invite you for lunch later." The Beast King chuckled憨厚ly, his yellow fur bunching up, making him look even more comical.

"Your Majesty, please." The Great Prophet Danton smiled and nodded.

After King Stru left, Qin Feng instructed Wangcai and Peach Blossom Girl to guard the door, while he and the Great Prophet Danton entered the large room, which resembled a small auditorium.

"Great Prophet, can Aini's eyes be healed?"

"Yes!"

Chapter 181 Another Murder

Qin Feng stared intently at the Great Prophet, waiting for his next words.

"The art of divination, capable of predicting celestial secrets and the mysteries of spirits, ranks among the most accurate of all divination arts. Originally, I didn't intend to teach it to Aini, but unexpectedly, she was exceptionally intelligent from a young age and mastered it without a teacher. Alas..." The Great Prophet Dandong looked at Aini, nestled in Qin Feng's arms, with a mixture of affection, pride, and regret.

"Grandpa..." Aini opened her large, lifeless eyes, desperately searching for the Great Prophet Dandong's direction, calling out softly with deep affection.

"Because the divination arts are so accurate, the price is also the highest among all divination arts. A person can use divination a maximum of six times in their lifetime. Each time, they will be stripped of one of their senses: sight, hearing, taste, touch, smell, and finally, their soul." The Great Prophet said slowly, his tone heavy with unspeakable sorrow.

"How can we cure Aini's eyes?" Qin Feng asked calmly, his tone filled with unprecedented determination.

"There are two methods. One is that when your ability allows you to create rules, you can modify this contract, which only gods can modify; the other is that a Blood Soul Pearl formed from the blood of a hundred thousand people can also cure it," the Great Prophet said slowly, his eyes fixed on Qin Feng, as if trying to see through him.

"Great Prophet, could you explain in detail?" Although he had guessed the general meaning, Qin Feng still asked the Great Prophet Dandong to explain.

"The so-called creation of rules means that when your energy reaches the point where you can change any rule in this world, and can re-establish the order of this world, making everything operate according to your will, then you have reached the realm of creating rules," the Great Prophet looked at Qin Feng meaningfully and explained in a low voice.

"Besides the Creator God, no one else has been able to create rules, right?" Qin Feng thought for a moment and asked.

"Indeed! In this world, apart from the Creator God who created the world, no one else has reached the realm of creating rules, not even the God King in the God Realm now," the Great Prophet nodded in reply.

Aini, who was nestled in Qin Feng's arms, trembled noticeably, clearly feeling despair about the method to cure her eyes.

"Don't worry. Young Master said he would heal your eyes, and he definitely will!" Qin Feng patted Aini's pale face gently.

"Yes, I believe in Young Master. If it really doesn't work, there's no need to force it. Aini only hopes to stay by Young Master's side for the rest of her life, as long as Young Master doesn't mind that I'm blind and clumsy." Aini rubbed her cheek against Qin Feng's hand that was stroking her cheek and whispered.

"Then what about Blood Fiend and Blood Soul Bead?" Qin Feng gently stroked Aini's long hair to comfort her, then asked the Great Prophet.

"The so-called Blood Fiend is when a sentient being is killed, its essence and blood will disperse in the air and slowly condense into a small bead. To condense into Blood Fiend, 100,000 living beings must be killed before it can condense." The Great Prophet licked his dry lips and said.

"It's not just about having this essence of blood; there should also be a technique to condense it." Qin Feng closed his eyes briefly, seemingly deep in thought, then opened them and looked at the Great Prophet.

"Yes. To combine with condensing blood essence, there is indeed a Nine Nether Blood Condensation and Soul Devouring Technique. This is the highest technique of our orc race. I don't know when it was passed down, but no one has ever mastered it." The Great Prophet nodded in response.

"Nine Nether Blood Condensation and Soul Devouring Technique?" Qin Feng murmured, repeating the phrase several times. He recalled the murals he had seen in the Winged People's Forbidden Scripture, those monsters with beast heads and human bodies, seemingly connected to him in some mysterious way.

"Yes. The Nine Nether Blood Condensation and Soul Devouring Technique. If you can… I will risk my old life to teach it to you." The Great Prophet gave Qin Feng a deep look and said slowly but firmly.

"All living beings. Does that include all humans, orcs, berserkers, winged people, dwarves, titans, dragons, and even those bird-men in the sky?" Qin Feng asked slowly, an uncontrollable killing intent erupting from his body. Fortunately, Qin Feng realized that Aini in his arms was weak and couldn't withstand it, so he quickly withdrew the overwhelming killing intent.

"Yes, all living beings include all of them." A strange light flashed in the Great Prophet's eyes as he nodded.

"Then is the Blood Soul Pearl formed from one hundred Blood Fiends through a so-called secret method?" Qin Feng nodded expressionlessly and continued to ask.

"Yes, it takes a full one hundred Blood Fiends to form it."

"That means killing ten million living beings." Qin Feng's icy voice echoed in the empty room, like a grim reaper from hell.

"Young Master!" Aini in Qin Feng's arms felt as if the surrounding air had suddenly frozen, a suffocating feeling washing over her. Her heart pounded wildly as she managed to call out with difficulty.

The oppressive killing intent surrounding them vanished instantly. The air returned to its normal flow, though a chilling feeling lingered.

"I'm sorry, little girl," Qin Feng said, a hint of apology and guilt flashing in his eyes as he hugged Aini tightly.

"Young Master, I'm alright. Can I ask you something?" Aini shook her head, nestled in Qin Feng's arms, a conflicted expression on her face, and pleaded softly.

"Say it. As long as it's within your power, I'll grant your request," Qin Feng said tenderly, kissing Aini's slightly furrowed brow.

"Don't kill too many people, okay? I don't want my man to become a murderous madman. Actually, this is quite nice, isn't it? That way, Young Master can pamper me a little more," Aini said timidly, a hint of unease on her face, afraid Qin Feng would get angry and storm off.

A complex look flashed across Qin Feng's eyes. He only cared about his woman and his brothers! What did the lives of others matter to him? This world was inherently a world of survival of the fittest. The lives of the weak were in the hands of the strong. Killing and being killed happened every day. Killing ten million people was just a number to Qin Feng. But now, Aini was begging him not to

kill too many people. This put him in a difficult position. Should he use the first method, reaching the realm of a creator god? Even if he could, how long would that take? Thousands of years, tens of thousands of years? By then, he would be long dead. What was the point of saving him then?

"Okay, I promise you, I won't kill too many people." Qin Feng kissed Aini's forehead and whispered his agreement. But in his heart, he added, "After killing ten million and healing your eyes, I'll stop.

" "Thank you, young master." Aini breathed a sigh of relief, her beautiful face radiant with happiness, and she hugged Qin Feng tightly around the waist. He stopped speaking.

Qin Feng gently stroked the back of Aini's head. Aini felt her eyes grow heavier and heavier, and finally, she nestled in Qin Feng's arms and fell asleep.

Sitting opposite him, the Great Prophet of Dandong gave Qin Feng a deep look, a resolute glint in his eyes. He looked at Qin Feng and said, "Tell me, are you really planning to start a war?"

"I'm not starting it. It's for self-defense," Qin Feng said calmly, his eyes fixed on the Great Prophet of Dandong.

The two stared at each other intently, as if engaging in a silent exchange.

After a long while, the Great Prophet of Dandong nodded slightly, a determined glint in his eyes. Looking at Qin Feng, the Great Prophet Dandong said, "If you really want to protect yourself, with your current strength, you can only withstand the attacks of one or two countries at most. Do you know why our beastmen are on average much taller than humans, yet we can only launch small-scale attacks to conquer one or two human cities each year before having to retreat?"

Before Qin Feng could answer, the Great Prophet Dandong continued, "Do you know why we have far more experts than humans, yet we're always stuck in this barren place?"

Qin Feng didn't speak, but stared directly at the Great Prophet Dandong, waiting for his explanation.

"Because of... those birdmen from the divine realm!" the Great Prophet Dandong replied resentfully.

"Since the Third War of Gods and Demons, all the historical records of our Beastmen, the Berserkers, and other alien races have mysteriously disappeared. In other words, we can no longer verify any history before the Third War of Gods and Demons. Because of our large numbers, our Beastmen still have some legends and know that we worship the Beast God. However, other alien races

don't even know their own gods, so their faith is in a vacuum. Many times, the birdmen tried to force them to convert to the Church of the Light, but they met with fierce resistance, perhaps an instinctive rejection.

Our Beastmen have tried to invade the human world many times, but every time at the crucial moment, we are always hindered by an inexplicable force. We suffer enormous losses, and we can even vaguely see the shadow of angels. So later, we simply resorted to robbery, taking what we needed and running away," the Great Prophet explained with a wry smile.

"You mean if I go to war with those with ulterior motives in the future, the divine realm might send angels down to interfere with my actions?" Qin Feng asked, grasping the meaning behind the Great Prophet's words.

"Not just possibly, it's certain," the Great Prophet Dandong asserted.

"So you mean..." Qin Feng didn't finish his sentence, looking directly at the Great Prophet as he asked.

"Unite!" The Great Prophet looked up, staring intently at Qin Feng, and uttered two words.

"Aren't you afraid the angels will interfere again?" Qin Feng asked doubtfully.

"This is our beast race's last chance. We have to fight! Besides, I used divination techniques over a year ago."

"Oh? How so?"

"The Emperor walks from the blood, severing the wings of the gods."

Chapter 182 Royal Palace Meeting.

Qin Feng seemed to understand, glancing at the Great Prophet, then lowered his head, gently stroking the sleeping Aini's hair with his right hand. The Great Prophet didn't speak, simply watching Qin Feng quietly, awaiting his final decision.

After a long while... Qin Feng raised his head, looking at the Great Prophet Danton:

"So you've lost your sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch, just like your soul

." "Yes, I've lost my sense of taste. All food tastes the same to me as water," the Great Prophet Danton said with a smile, as if he were talking about someone else.

"Why do this?"

"For the millions of my fellow beastmen who have suffered so much, what is the sacrifice of one of my own?" Great Prophet Danton said frankly, his tone carrying a deep sense of care and honor. Perhaps in his view, sacrificing for the entire beastmen was his honor.

"Tell me your plans," Qin Feng said, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

"You should know that the fighting power of our beastmen is second only to the Berserker race on the continent, and our king, the Behemoth race, is ranked first on the entire continent. We don't lack any fierce generals charging into battle, but we lack a strategist who can plan and win battles from afar," Great Prophet Danton said slowly, glancing at Qin Feng.

"You want me to be your commander, is that it?" Qin Feng's lips curled into a strange smile as he looked at Great Prophet Dandong.

"Yes. We need an invincible marshal like you, capable of commanding thousands of troops and leading all units," Great Prophet Dandong said solemnly.

"Oh?" Qin Feng responded indifferently, saying nothing more.

"You and our Beast Clan, including your dwarves, Titans, Winged People, Goblins, Berserkers, and other alien races, are all bound together. If you fail, our race may perish. If we perish, you will be left with nothing, without the means to fight them! Unity is mutually beneficial, division is mutually harmful. I hope you can consider it," Great Prophet Dandong said anxiously, seeing Qin Feng's lukewarm attitude.

"Being your commander is fine, but it seems your Beast Clan isn't entirely at peace right now, is it?" Qin Feng looked at Great Prophet Dandong with ill intent.

"Uh, how did you know?" The Great Prophet Danton glanced at Qin Feng, initially wanting to deny it, but when he saw the all-knowing look in Qin Feng's eyes, he admitted it.

"It's nothing. It's just that when we entered Behemoth City, Aini told me that the city's checks were much stricter than before. If it weren't for Aini, we might not have even been able to enter Behemoth City. Plus, from the beginning, you and His Majesty the Beastman Struth both had a hint of naivety in your eyes. Heh, to be able to make things so difficult for the two most important members of the beastman race, and with Behemoth City strengthening its defenses, therefore..." Qin Feng didn't finish his sentence, only revealing a sly smile that would make the Great Prophet Danton want to strangle him.

"Heavens, is this the person my precious granddaughter will spend her whole life with? Heavens, I feel like my decision was a huge mistake. I can even foresee my little granddaughter's tragic future." The Great Prophet Danton was so grief-stricken that he almost committed suicide.

"Alright, old man. I'll let bygones be bygones for the sake of you being Aini's grandfather. Let's talk about our plans this time." A cold smile flashed across Qin Feng's face. He glanced at Aini lying in his arms and sighed inwardly.

"You know everything?" The Great Prophet Dandong's face was now filled with shock. He looked at Qin Feng in disbelief.

"Heh. I didn't understand at first. But after thinking about it carefully, I realized." Qin Feng's smile faded, and he looked at the Beastman Great Prophet Dandong expressionlessly.

"Perhaps I also had my own selfish motives. But back then, you weren't truly who you were. For the future of our Beast Clan, I had no choice but to do this," said Dan Dong, the Great Prophet of the Beast Clan, with a look of shame.

"Back then, if you had spoken up and warned us, perhaps our three thousand Yan Yun Guards wouldn't have died, and Lei Men wouldn't have disappeared without a trace. But no matter what, we are all outsiders, and I have no complaints about how you treated us. But Aini is , after all, your granddaughter. Aren't you afraid that she will die with me in the capital of Qin?" Qin Feng asked with a cold smile and a hint of doubt.

"Aini is my own granddaughter. How could I not be afraid or feel sorry for her? But life is a gamble. I believe you are the restorer of our Beast Clan. This is the conclusion I reached using divination. So I unhesitatingly placed everything on you, including my most precious granddaughter! Precisely because she is my granddaughter, and I am the Great Prophet of the Beast Clan, she should sacrifice herself for our Beast Clan!" Great Prophet Dan Dong sighed.

"Hoo..." Qin Feng took a long breath, looking at Aini, who was asleep in his arms after he had put her to sleep. A wave of pity washed over him, and he stroked her beautiful face. Qin Feng turned to the Great Prophet and said,

"As I said before, the past is the past. I don't blame you. After all, you had to make this decision for the sake of your race."

Qin Feng paused, then continued, "Tell me the specific situation of the orc race now. That way I can make a decision."

"Okay. Let's discuss it with His Majesty. And we can also solve our hunger problem together." Great Prophet Danton nodded, his eyes filled with gratitude.

In the council hall of the Beast King's Palace, Beast King Stru, Great Prophet Danton, and others who had arrived a few days earlier from their respective races at His Majesty Stru's request, including Lion Clan Chief Koman, Ryan, Tiger Clan Chief Hugh, Tagore, Bear Clan Chief Dika, Bill, Bull Clan Chief Mans, Oakes, and others, sat together with Qin Feng in the council hall.

"The Great Prophet has invited Prince Qin Feng to this meeting. Prince Qin Feng is an old friend of our Beast Clan. I'm sure everyone remembers the young hero who negotiated with us alone in Bildan more than a year ago." Beast King Stru first introduced Qin Feng to the clan leaders present.

"You flatter me." Qin Feng smiled slightly and nodded to the clan leaders.

Koman and Hugh Bukui, the clan leaders of the most dignified races in the Beast Clan, also gave Qin Feng a noble salute. The Bear Clan leader, Dika, narrowed his small, gleaming eyes at Qin Feng, seemingly trying to gauge his worth to warrant such a generous gift from Beast King Stru and Great Prophet Danton.

In stark contrast to Koman and Hughes's actions, the Minotaur chieftain, Mans Oaks, glared at Qin Feng with a pair of large, dark eyes that flashed with jealousy. He sneered,

"It's that pretty boy again. He can't even beat me. What kind of restorer of the dynasty is he? He's even married off a beautiful saintess. If I had a chance, I'd beat him so badly his own mother wouldn't recognize him!"

Mans Oaks's words were clearly intended for Qin Feng to hear. Everyone present was a Saint-level expert or higher, and given Mans Oaks's loud voice, his mutterings were clearly audible to everyone, including Qin Feng.

The entire council hall fell into an unusual silence, broken only by a few heavy breaths.

A flash of anger crossed Beast King Strut's face. He coldly snorted, and an extremely powerful energy slammed directly into Mans's forehead, making him see stars. After all, he was only a mid-level Sword Saint; how could he withstand the attack of His Majesty Strut, a high-level Sword God?

Warninged by His Majesty Strut, Mans finally became more obedient, glaring fiercely at Qin Feng with his large eyes before lowering his head and remaining silent.

"Hehe, alright, Chief Mans was just joking. His Highness Qin Feng won't mind. Your Majesty, let's talk about the current situation," Great Prophet Danton chuckled, changing

the subject.

"Alright," His Majesty Strut nodded, seizing the opportunity to back down.

"Chief Koman, you tell us about the situation in the north, since the Lion Clan is the closest," Great Prophet Danton said to Chief Koman of the Lion Clan.

"Alright. The two clans involved in this rebellion are the Snake Clan and the Wolf Clan. The cause is unknown. Suspiciously, almost all the soldiers I sent to scout returned dead. Those who returned turned completely green, their eyes became vacant and they appeared to be in great pain, occasionally spouting incoherent nonsense. During their final moments of lucidity, their eyes turned green, their muscles became extremely contorted, and they became highly aggressive. Some of the soldiers sent to care for them were even killed by them in their final moments. Moreover, the disease they contracted seems to be contagious; if you scratch them, you will become like them. Therefore, I have executed all the infected soldiers." Chief Koman of the Lion Clan briefly explained what the Lion Clan had discovered.

"Have you fought against the Snake Clan and the Wolf Clan?" Qin Feng was startled. This was almost identical to the case that occurred in the Mayi Wasteland, and he asked.

Koman glanced at Qin Feng, then turned to give Grand Prophet Danton and His Majesty Struth an inquiring look. After receiving an affirmative answer, he replied with a look of shame:

"Seeing my warriors suffer such a terrible fate, I was enraged. I led five thousand of my warriors to charge. The snake and wolf tribes are inherently weak and cowardly. Usually, one of our warriors can take on ten, but this time, the snake and wolf soldiers we encountered seemed to have no regard for their lives." A hint of panic flashed across Chief Koman's face. He paused and continued:

"They seemed to have no souls, no sense of pain, charging at my warriors without fear of death. They outnumbered us by more than ten times, and now, with their ferocity, we were quickly surrounded!"

Chapter 183 War Tramples

Lion Clan Chief Koman paused, as if recalling the situation, a hint of panic flashing in his bright eyes, and continued:

"Our lion warriors are among the best men in the entire beast race. Seeing themselves nearly surrounded, they unleashed a fighting spirit they'd never displayed before, quickly cutting down the snake and wolf soldiers. But then, something terrifying happened. A thick, dark blue fog suddenly appeared in the sky. This fog appeared so suddenly that by the time we noticed it, we were completely enveloped! Inside the fog, it was difficult to discern directions, and we were constantly experiencing hallucinations.

Yet, the snake and wolf soldiers seemed completely unaffected." Instead, they became even more formidable than before, and we were forced into a complete rout. What was even more terrifying was that many of our Lion Clan men inexplicably fell to the ground. After a while, they got up and, like the Snake Clan and Wolf Clan soldiers, their eyes glazed over, and attacked us! The subsequent battle was practically fratricide; our Lion Clan warriors were actually fighting their own brothers! I… I only managed to escape back to the tribe thanks to the desperate resistance of those warriors!”

Even Koman, a high-ranking Saint, felt a pang of shame as he recounted how his men had died so inexplicably, and how he himself had fled in such a sorry state.

“Their entire bodies will turn green… their eyes will become glazed… and they will suffer greatly… and they will occasionally ramble incoherently… during their final moments of lucidity, their eyes will turn green… their muscles will become extremely contorted… and they will become extremely aggressive…” The Great Prophet Danton frowned, muttering to himself, as if remembering something. A flicker of panic crossed his face. He asked Koman,

"Are you really sure these are the symptoms, Chief Koman?"

"Yes, Great Prophet. I swear in the name of the Beast God, it is absolutely so!" Chief Koman of the Lion Clan solemnly swore in the name of the Beast God.

"This is a huge problem..." After confirming Chief Koman's words, the Great Prophet slumped into his seat, somewhat flustered. "Great Prophet, what exactly is going on? A case exactly like what Chief Koman described

has appeared in the Mayan Wasteland ." Qin Feng asked, looking at the Great Prophet of the Beast Clan. "It seems this time we are truly facing a great calamity..." The Great Prophet seemed not to hear Qin Feng's question, muttering to himself. "Great Prophet?" King Behemoth Stru gently patted the Great Prophet Danton, who seemed to be lost in a strange state, and called out softly. "Ah~~~~ Your Majesty, it seems our Beast Clan is truly in trouble this time." Great Prophet Danton woke up with a start, his face somewhat ashen, and said to King Behemoth. "What exactly is going on, Great Prophet?" King Behemoth Stru was shocked and asked urgently. "This is an ancient legend. It's said that an invisible mist can absorb a person's soul, turning a living person into a walking corpse in the blink of an eye. The composition of this mist is unknown, but every time it appears, it's a national disaster. In ancient history, our Beast Clan has also encountered this mist twice. Each time, our Beastman Kingdom nearly perished." The Great Prophet slowly recounted a little-known legend. "Then how did those strange mists eventually dissipate?" Mans interjected. "No one knows. It seems they dissipated on their own. Each time, no more than a thousand people from each clan remained!" the Great Prophet said numbly. For a moment, the council hall fell silent, seemingly terrified by the scene described by the Great Prophet. Qin Feng's mind raced, suddenly recalling the scene when he subdued Peach Blossom Maiden. It was also a dark blue-green demonic aura, extremely similar to the situation described by Lion Clan Chief Koman. Could it be… if that's the case, then it's easily explained. These people who were controlled had their souls absorbed by those escaped demons. And it's under control. Qin Feng frowned, finding it incredibly unbelievable. Yet, this was the best explanation so far. "What's meant to be will be. Great Prophet, don't worry too much! I firmly believe that our great Beast God will not abandon his people! The Beast God is with me." Beast King Stru laughed heartily and said loudly. Everyone felt a surge of energy and burst into laughter. "That's right! We beastmen are the bravest race on the continent! Even in death, we die with honor!" "Yes! We beastmen are never afraid of death!" "Your Majesty, give me ten thousand men, and I guarantee I'll slaughter them until they cry for their parents!" For a moment, the hall was filled with fervor. Qin Feng remained silent, watching these excited beast chieftains. Only the Great Prophet, with a forced smile, had deep worry hidden in his eyes. "I'll go take a look." Qin Feng stood up and told the Great Prophet. In an instant, all the beast chieftains in the hall looked at Qin Feng, who had stood up. "How can this be? You have heavy responsibilities on your shoulders! No way!" The Great Prophet exclaimed in surprise. "How do you know it won't work if you don't try?" Qin Feng smiled slightly and asked. "With your pretty boy appearance, you should just stay in the city and stop pretending. Pretending will get you struck by lightning!" Mans seemed to have a strong opinion against Qin Feng and spoke sarcastically. Qin Feng's eyes narrowed sharply. A cold glint flashed past, and without any visible movement, everyone present only saw a blur before Qin Feng appeared in front of Mans. "Not good!" The Great Prophet knew immediately that things were going to go wrong. This bull... of all people, he had to provoke this god of death. Wasn't he just asking for trouble? Sure enough— after Qin Feng flashed in front of Mans, a monstrous killing intent erupted from his body, which was much shorter than Mans', pressing down on Mans, who had already reached the mid-level Saint rank, making it hard for him to breathe. "Ah~~~~~" Mans was already quite irritable. Seeing Qin Feng dare to bully him, Mans's anger flared, his bull-like eyes turning bloodshot. He glared at Qin Feng, two streams of white gas escaping from his nostrils. His upper garment ripped to shreds with a "whoosh." Qin Feng remained expressionless, not even glancing at Mans. Two cold words escaped his lips: "One move." Defeating Mans, a mid-level Saint, in one move seemed absurd. Apart from Behemoth King Stru, even the Tiger Clan Chief Xiu Yi, who had reached godhood, wasn't confident. For a moment, they all wondered if Qin Feng had gone mad. Behemoth King Stru turned to the Great Prophet, casting a questioning glance, only to see the Great Prophet sitting confidently in his seat, shaking his head at Behemoth King Stru. "Pretty boy, you've angered me. I'll make you remember this lesson for the rest of your life!" The barbarian's muscles bulged dramatically, his height increasing several feet, completely overwhelming Qin Feng in terms of height. The two horns on his head turned bright red, showing that he was furious to the extreme. Qin Feng smiled coldly, slowly extended his fist, and punched straight at Mans' chest—a simple straight punch! "Moo~~~~~" Mans roared, his fist twice the size of Qin Feng's, filled with the fighting spirit of a savage bull, seemingly trying to pierce through Qin Feng, and slammed into Qin Feng's slowly extending fist. A flash of blood-red madness appeared in Mans's blood-red eyes. Koman, Hugh, and Tika, who were around, involuntarily stood up, wanting to protect Qin Feng. After all, he was the revitalizer of the beast race, as the Great Prophet had said! However, due to their xenophobic mentality, they also hoped that Mans would teach this arrogant human a lesson, so they hesitated and froze. "Boom~~~~" A sound startled those present. Just as they were blaming Mans for using too much force, they saw a scene that they couldn't believe— after his rage... The nearly 2.5-meter-tall Mans was actually sent flying by Qin Feng's seemingly weak punch! Good heavens, how could this be? If we're only talking about brute strength, Mans would definitely rank in the top three among everyone present. But now, a human—a small, thin human—was easily sent flying by a single punch. Mans' massive body traced a perfect parabola through the air, slamming heavily into the doors of the council hall! With a second loud "Boom!", Mans smashed the doors of the council hall to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. "Pretty boy, I'm going to kill you!" Covered in dust, Mans scrambled to his feet, roaring. A surge of crimson battle aura erupted from his body, highlighting the massive, ferocious bull's head tattoo on his back. Qin Feng looked disdainfully at the nearly crazed Mans, a faint sneer on his lips, before uttering two emotionless words: "One move!" "Yah~~~~~" Faced with such contempt from Qin Feng, not only the newly-adult Mans, but even the Beast King Stru couldn't help but flash a hint of anger. Underestimating Mans was underestimating the entire beast race. Unfortunately, Qin Feng hadn't expected this. His face remained expressionless, still bearing that faint sneer as he looked at the panting Mans. Suddenly, Mans began to stomp his feet forcefully. Each stomp seemed to follow a specific drumbeat, accompanied by shouts echoing the rhythm. Wisps of white breath escaped from his nostrils with each beat. At first, Qin Feng didn't notice. But after a few breaths, he suddenly realized that Mans' aura was rising higher and higher with these strange footsteps, and a strange, blood-red aura emanated from Mans' body, with veins bulging on his skin.

Suddenly, Mans split open his now crimson maw and roared,

"Pretty boy, let me show you the Minotaur clan's signature technique—War Stomp!"

Chapter 184: The Expedition

With Mans' roar, a blinding red light flashed above his head. He then leaped into the air, a cold glint in his bloodshot eyes, before crashing heavily to the ground. A fiery red ring of energy emanated from Mans and spread outwards.

Tai Feng's disdain vanished, replaced by a slightly serious expression. But it was only slightly serious. With a light leap, a white shadow flashed, and Qin Feng was already floating in mid-air. His Azure Sky Force circulated within him, finally converging in his right hand. A golden light flashed, and Qin Feng's right fist turned golden, as if forged from pure gold, gleaming with dazzling brilliance. It streaked across the air like a golden lightning bolt. He slammed fiercely into the oncoming fiery red ring of energy.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar, like a bomb exploding, shook the once-sturdy walls of the council hall, causing them to collapse. The Behemoth Emperor Stru and the Great Prophet Danton, seated inside, quickly channeled their energy to clean up the falling debris and dust, but still appeared somewhat disheveled. They rushed out.

Meanwhile, in the arena where Qin Feng and Mans were fighting, Qin Feng, dressed in white, stood expressionless with his hands behind his back. His opponent, Mans, who had used "War Stomp," lay sprawled against a wall several dozen feet away, panting heavily, one of his legs seemingly paralyzed, resting on the ground, a trickle of blood escaping from his mouth.

The dust settled, and the difference in strength was immediately apparent.

Suddenly, Qin Feng felt a powerful aura lock onto him from behind. He swept his Heaven-Shattering Earth-Shattering Technique, and the surrounding situation became clearly imprinted in his mind. However, the Beast King Stru, seeing Qin Feng injure Mans and demolish his council hall, was enraged and wanted to challenge Qin Feng to a duel.

A cold smile appeared on Qin Feng's lips. He had kindly helped, yet he had ended up like this. If it weren't for Aini, he would have torn this entire Behemoth City to shreds!

Without any visible movement from Qin Feng, an aura as vast as the ocean suddenly surged from Qin Feng towards the Behemoth Beast King Stru, who was locking onto Qin

Feng with his aura. Warninged by the Great Prophet, Emperor Stru suddenly felt a wave of power, like a boundless ocean, rushing towards him from Qin Feng. His competitive spirit ignoring the Great Prophet's warning, he gathered all his fighting spirit, raising his aura to its limit to resist Qin Feng's overwhelming force.

Two divine auras collided violently, the energy of which far surpassed that of the duel at the Great Prophet Danton's house. The Lion Clan Chief Koman, Tiger Clan Chief Hugh, Bear Clan Chief Dika, and the Bull Clan Chief Mans, lying far away in the corner, felt the two auras, far more powerful than theirs, collide violently. The resulting energy fluctuations were so strong that even they lost their footing and staggered back several feet, staring in disbelief at Qin Feng confronting the Behemoth Emperor Stru.

Just over a year ago, when Qin Feng went to Bildan to negotiate with them, he only possessed the skills of a top-tier Sword Emperor. In just over a year, he had advanced two levels, reaching the Sword God level! If it had been told before that one could leap from Sword Emperor to Sword God in a year, Koman and the others would have scoffed, but now, this example was right before their

eyes , leaving them no choice but to believe it.

"Your Majesty, Su Feng, you two should stop. We have important matters to discuss!" The voice of the Great Prophet Danton rang out, causing His Majesty Stru and Qin Feng, who were preparing for a proper duel, to stop.

Stru, the Beast King, blushed at the Great Prophet's reproachful gaze, but thankfully his face was covered in yellow fur, making it invisible to outsiders.

"Mans, are you convinced now?" The Great Prophet Danton slowly walked to Mans, who had been knocked down by Qin Feng, and asked.

"I...I submit." Mans, lying against the wall panting heavily, had initially wanted to stubbornly say something defiant, but seeing the cold gaze from Qin Feng's narrowed eyes, he changed his tune at the last minute.

"Alright, since you submit, get up." The Great Prophet Danton reached out and helped Mans to his feet.

Qin Feng felt a strange energy fluctuation, and Mans's injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. He slowly rose from the ground, having been knocked down.

"Hehe, the Great Prophet's Behemoth War Song has taken another step forward." A hearty laugh came from behind, belonging to the Beast King Stru.

"Hehe, thankfully Prince Qin Feng showed mercy, only causing Mans minor flesh wounds, which is why I was able to heal him so quickly." The Great Prophet Danton gave Qin Feng a meaningful look before speaking to Emperor Stru.

Actually, Qin Feng's punch had only used a "numbness" technique, numbing some of Mans' meridians, which was why Mans couldn't get up for so long. He had only made intimate contact with the wall and suffered minor injuries.

"Uh, Prince Qin Feng, I, Mans, am just a rough man, straightforward and blunt. Please forgive me, sir." At the Great Prophet Danton's prompting, Mans walked up to Qin Feng, scratching his head and blushing.

"Hehe, Brother Mans, you're a straightforward man. We've become friends through this fight! Let's go for a drink later!" Qin Feng laughed, patting Mans on the shoulder.

"Alright, let's go drinking later, haha~~~~"

"Okay, let's go drinking!"

"Let's go!"

The drinking session was a great success, and the barriers between the guests melted away with the strong liquor they drank. The two places where friendships most easily form between men are a drinking table and a brothel.

Qin Feng, relying on his seemingly invincible body, managed to get everyone, including the Behemoth King, drunk and passed out, until the guards on duty woke them up. From then on, he truly integrated into the orcish community.

At dawn, golden sunlight shone on the magnificent walls of Behemoth City, the brown rocks reflecting dazzling halos.

On the command platform outside the north gate of Behemoth City, the Beast King Stru, dressed in full regalia, the Great Prophet Danton, Qin Feng, and the chieftains of the Lion, Tiger, Bear, and Bull tribes, all clad in armor, stood in the center of the platform, facing the rising sun.

Below the command platform stood a densely packed mass of soldiers from various races. Ten thousand lion warriors, twelve thousand tiger warriors, eight thousand bear warriors, sixteen thousand bull warriors, and three hundred Behemoth soldiers—nearly fifty thousand in total—formed neat square formations according to their respective races, their expressions solemn as they gazed upon the Beast King Strut and other leaders of the beast races above the platform.

"Warriors! You are the elite of our beast race, you are the pride of our beast race! According to the ancient prophecy, guided by the great Beast God, we have found His Highness Qin Feng, the Beast King who will lead our beast race to glory!" King Strut's clear and powerful voice resounded throughout the area surrounding the command platform, ensuring that every beast soldier heard it clearly.

"Long live the Beast God! Long live the Beast God!" The soldiers below the platform raised their weapons and shouted, their voices soaring to the heavens. Even Qin Feng, standing on the command platform, couldn't help but show a hint of admiration. Although they couldn't compare to the Netherworld Guards and Yaksha Guards he had trained, their basic combat strength was already comparable to his own.

"But just over ten days ago, the cowardly Snake Clan and the greedy Wolf Clan, with the help of some evil forces, actually betrayed our great Beast God and openly attacked Chief Koman of the Lion Clan who had gone to persuade them! Not only that, they also killed five thousand of our elite Lion Clan comrades! My good sons of the Beast Clan, tell me, what should we do?" Beast King Stru roared.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" The answer to Beast King Stru was the hoarse roar of nearly fifty thousand people.

"Good! Truly worthy sons of our Beast Clan! To avenge our fallen brethren, to serve our eternally loyal Beast God, my sons, raise your weapons, follow in His Highness Qin Feng's footsteps, and crush those scum who dare challenge the dignity of our Beast Clan!" Beast King Stru roared, his powerful voice, filled with fervent emotion, infecting everyone present.

"Crush the scum! Crush the scum~~~~~" The Beast Clan soldiers' emotions were roused to a climax, raising their weapons and roaring.

At this moment, eight Behemoth warriors, each over three meters tall, carried a massive rock, laboriously ascending the command platform. They then placed the rock in front of the platform where all the soldiers below could see it. With a "bang," the rock made intimate contact with the ground, producing a muffled sound.

Just as the nearly fifty thousand soldiers below were wondering what was going on, Qin Feng, clad in silver armor, wearing a moon-white cloak, and with his blond hair casually tied back, slowly walked to the boulder.

With a slight smile to the soldiers below, Qin Feng casually raised his fist and lightly touched the massive rock, without exerting any force or expression.

Just as the beastmen leaders on the platform were worried, and the tens of thousands of beastmen soldiers below were puzzled, wondering what their new commander was up to, a gentle breeze swept by.

Instantly, the entire rock seemed to melt, shattering into powder with a "poof," scattering across the command platform and rising in the breeze. For a moment, the

entire command platform and its inhabitants fell into an eerie silence. Both the beastmen leaders on the platform and the beastmen soldiers below stared in disbelief at the spot where the giant rock had been.

After a long while—

a deafening applause erupted from both sides of the platform, followed by a frenzied shout that echoed for miles around:

"Long live the Beast God! The Beastmen will prevail! Long live the Beast God! The Beastmen will prevail!"

Chapter 185: The Six-Winged Angel Qin

Feng stands on the command platform. Facing the rising sun, letting the breeze tousle his long hair, and looking at the nearly 50,000 orc soldiers shouting wildly below, Qin Feng suddenly felt a surge of adrenaline. The battlefield, perhaps, has always been the final destination of true men.

"Set off!" With a roar from His Majesty Stru, the nearly 50,000 orc soldiers below fell silent, beginning their journey under the command of their respective generals.

Qin Feng glanced back and nodded slightly to His Majesty Stru and the other orc leaders, about to leap down with the soldiers, when suddenly, Biemans called out to him:

"Brother Qin Feng! Although I, Biemans, am not very bright and my martial arts are not as good as yours, I am still a mid-level sword saint! Hehe, could you... uh, let me go with you? My hands are itching..."

"You? If you get injured, your Minotaur clan will all come after me, and I can't afford to pay for it," Qin Feng shook his head.

"No, no, in our beast race, scars are the most prized possession. My injury means I've done my best. My people won't discriminate against me; on the contrary, they'll respect me even more. Hehe..." Mans quickly shook his massive bull head. "

Ask His Majesty Stru. If he agrees, I won't object." Qin Feng glanced at Mans's eager gaze, passed the buck to His Majesty Stru, and leaped off the command platform, heading towards the departing troops.

"Your Majesty...please let me go, I promise I'll be obedient and won't cause any trouble. Please trust me this time..." Mans, seeing Qin Feng leave, panicked and pleaded with His Majesty Stru.

Qin Feng's figure flashed, leaving a series of white afterimages in the air. Amidst the astonishment and admiration of the beastmen soldiers, he arrived at the front of the formation beside Wangcai, just about to climb onto Wangcai's broad back. Suddenly, he stopped—

in the distance, a figure dressed in a moon-white robe, with silver hair tracing the wind's path in the air, possessed a face of unparalleled beauty. A faint trace of anxiety lingered on his face, his delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, a small nose, and rosy lips. The only flaw was that beneath his eyebrows, his once large, watery eyes seemed to have dried up, revealing... His eyes were somewhat empty and lifeless. Despite this,

they were straining to open, as if desperately searching for something. It was the fox spirit, Aini.

In her arms was a small lion cub, seemingly crafted from gold. Its bright black eyes were slyly scanning the passing beastmen soldiers. Suddenly noticing Qin Feng's gaze, it excitedly made a face at him, then turned and seemed to say something to Aini. Aini's anxious expression turned to one of joy, and led by the little lion, she walked towards Qin Feng.

Qin Feng sighed softly. He went to greet Aini, and amidst the surprised and envious gazes of the surrounding beastmen soldiers, he pulled the adorable little girl into his arms. Pinching her delicate chin, he feigned fierceness and asked,

"Disobedient little girl, tell me, should I punish you?"

"You can punish me however you wish, young master!" "Holded in Qin Feng's arms, Aini, relying on her usual instincts, lightly pecked Qin Feng's cheek, then blushed and nestled into his embrace, whispering,

'Didn't I tell you to wait for me at home? Why aren't you listening?' Qin Feng, despite his thousand complaints, vanished under the girl's tenderness, and asked softly.

'Young Master is going to war, and as your maid, Aini should accompany you. Besides, Young Master promised Aini that he would never be separated from her again. Have you forgotten, Young Master?' Aini hugged Qin Feng's waist tightly and said softly.

'The battlefield is dangerous, silly girl. Be good, wait at home for Young Master's triumphant return, okay?' Qin Feng stroked Aini's soft, long hair and said softly.

'No, Young Master. Rather than letting Aini wait at home and suffer the torment of waiting, why not take Aini with me? So I can be with Young Master at all times. And, Young Master, don't forget...'" "I'm the Holy Maiden of our Beast Clan. My main skill is War Song, which is very useful in battle. Trust me, I won't be a burden to you. Okay?" Aini whispered in Qin Feng's ear.

Qin Feng pondered for a moment, and after confirming that there was no major danger, he nodded, picked Aini up in his arms, and with a light

leap, jumped onto Wangcai's back.

"Wangcai, let's go." "Qin Feng, holding Aini, instructed Wangcai.

"Awooo~~~~~" Wangcai let out a deafening wolf howl, then flashed like a bolt of lightning, reappearing more than ten feet away, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, above the snake and wolf tribes in the northern part of the Beastman Empire, a dark blue-black fog had enveloped the area. The wolf and snake soldiers, their eyes vacant and seemingly like walking corpses, mechanically performed various tasks as if under orders.

A faint figure appeared particularly eerie in the dark blue-black fog, and a sinister voice, as if talking to itself, was particularly abrupt in the quiet camps of the snake and wolf tribes—

"Are these so-called beastmen really descendants of our great demon race? Such weak bodies, such dull souls, it's hard to see any blood of our demon race... However, since His Majesty has ordered us all to come, he must have a more ingenious plan." "Then I shall do as His Majesty commands..."

The voice seemed to recall the "His Majesty" he had spoken of, and shut its mouth with a slight tremor. The two tribes fell into an eerie silence once more, with only the soldiers of the two tribes, like puppets on strings, going about their tasks.

The capital city of the Mehes Empire, Mesa City, was now brightly decorated, and the entire city was splendidly decorated.

Faced with the sudden visit of His Holiness the Pope, the supreme ruler of the Church of Light, leading a lavish delegation, the entire Mehes Empire was caught off guard. Fortunately, His Majesty Brad, a cunning and shrewd man, quickly made arrangements in Mesa City and warmly welcomed the Pope and his entourage into the palace.

The Pope's delegation included three cardinals, seven archbishops, several archbishops in black robes, high priests, and others.

Regarding the Papacy's significant move, His Majesty Brad and his trusted advisor, Zuo Fang, after deliberation, decided to remain calm and cautious, carefully entertaining the Papacy's guests while awaiting the Pope's next move.

In a secluded courtyard of the Mehes Palace, the Pope, a man with white hair and beard, a high nose, and a benevolent and serene face, occasionally revealed a glint of shrewdness in his clear eyes, indicating he was not merely a kind and gentle old man on the surface. He wore a diamond crown and held a crystal scepter. Clad in a pearl-embroidered robe, he exuded even greater grandeur.

At this moment, His Holiness the Pope, the supreme spiritual leader of nearly a hundred million followers of the Church of Light across the continent, stood respectfully before the door of the largest room in the courtyard, solemnly declaring:

"Your Highness Monroe, we have now arrived at the palace of the Mehes Empire. Shall we proceed with our next plan?"

"Wait a little longer. First, gather all the information about the entire city of Mesa. Also, contact Medusa and the others to see how they are progressing." A magnetic, alluring voice drifted softly from within the room, seemingly tinged with languor.

"Yes, Your Highness Monroe." Even the Pope, who had cultivated unparalleled self-control throughout his life, couldn't help but react to this mesmerizingly seductive voice. He respectfully replied, then quickly turned and fled as if escaping, fearing that lingering even a moment longer would lead him to do something beyond his control.

Inside the room, a naked woman lay languidly on an ivory bed. Her cascading golden curls and captivating brows exuded endless allure. Her large, watery eyes held a seductive charm that would drive any man mad. Her sensual red lips were sucking on a finger with relish. Six snow-white wings spread out from behind her, enveloping her and partially obscuring her beautiful figure—she was unmistakably a six-winged angel!

After a moment, as if having cleaned her finger, the six-winged angel named Monroe lowered it. A glint of light flashed in her eyes. Without any apparent movement, a three-foot square crystal ball appeared out of thin air in the room.

The female six-winged angel stood before the crystal ball, her hands, shimmering with a milky-white halo, slowly pressing them against it. The crystal ball seemed to boil, wisps of milky-white gas emanating from it, plunging the entire room into a hazy atmosphere.

Then, a soft yet awe-inspiring milky-white halo appeared above the crystal ball, and a figure shrouded in a dazzling golden halo appeared within it.

"Praise be to my lord, your humble servant Monroe pays homage to my lord, the goddess of wisdom, Monica," the six-winged angel said respectfully, immediately kneeling upon seeing the figure.

"Monroe, how are things progressing?" a majestic female voice came from within the figure.

"Master, everything is proceeding according to plan. We have arrived at the capital of the Mehes Empire, Misa City, and are staying in the palace, which further facilitates our plans."

"Excellent. If this succeeds, I will promote you to be my attendant."

"Praise be to my lord! May your merciful and wise light shine upon the earth," the six-winged angel said, bowing deeply to the figure.

"Master, shall we begin our plan now?" the six-winged angel asked the figure after rising.

"Well, since everything is ready, let's begin." The illusory figure pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

"Yes, Master."

Chapter 186 Palace Uproar

The night was as cool as water.

There was no moon, no stars; the world was shrouded in a pitch-black night.

Inside the Imperial Study of the Mehes Empire's Palace.

His Majesty Brad sat upright in his seat, expressionless as he looked down at the Left Chancellor Rams and Right Chancellor Gerhard, who were deep in thought.

"My two ministers, tell me... what exactly is the meaning behind the Pope leading such a delegation that comprises almost a third of the Papacy's strength?" His Majesty Brad asked with his eyes closed.

"Logically speaking, Your Majesty and the Pope have no personal relationship, and our Mehes and the Papacy are not so close that we frequently exchange visits. A few years ago, when we were vying with the Redstone Kingdom for Silver City, it was the Papacy that sabotaged us from behind, causing us to fail at the last minute. In recent years, although our relationship with the Papacy has improved somewhat, Your Majesty, you must not believe anything the Papacy says," said Left Chancellor Rams after thinking for a while.

"Indeed, Your Majesty. According to this old minister's speculation, the Papacy's arrival this time seems to have some kind of scheme, bringing a third of its entire force to Mesha City under the pretext of visiting Your Majesty? What kind of conspiracy is behind this? Do they want to usurp the throne?" Right Chancellor Gerhard nodded. The more he spoke, the more reasonable it seemed.

"Usurp the throne? The Papacy doesn't seem to have that kind of guts, does it?" Emperor Brad was startled. Although he said it was impossible, he had a vague feeling that a great calamity was about to befall him.

"Your Majesty, the Papacy harbors wolfish ambitions; we must be wary. Currently, besides the Grand Preceptor, there are practically no other experts in the palace. The Papacy, apart from the Pope himself, a Saint-level expert, has three Cardinals who have reached the Lesser Saint level, plus a whole host of other White and Black Archbishops. If they truly intend to seize the throne, it seems the entire palace cannot stop them!" Upon hearing the Right

Prime Minister's words, the Left Prime Minister abruptly stood up and said to Emperor Brad with some panic.

"But even if they kill me, without my decree of succession, are they going to declare themselves emperors?" Emperor Brad asked.

"Your Majesty," the Right Prime Minister said worriedly, "if they kill you and then support several princes in their attempts to seize the throne, plunging the empire into civil war, only to intervene at the last minute, then the entire empire will effectively fall into their hands."

"Your Majesty, escape quickly before they launch their attack! Find the Grand Marshal and have him protect you in the Mayan Wasteland. The only one who might save Your Majesty now is the 'God of Slaughter,' the Tiger King!" The Left Prime Minister stepped forward and said.

"Nonsense! This is merely your speculation. Without any real evidence, you expect me to flee the capital? What kind of logic is this?" A flicker of fear crossed Emperor Brad's eyes, yet he still shouted.

Just then, a charming, seductive, and alluring voice drifted in—

"Your Majesty, you don't need to go anywhere. Just be a good emperor, obediently follow orders, and enjoy a lifetime of unparalleled wealth and glory." "

Who?"

"Protect Your Majesty! Guards!"

The three in the imperial study panicked. Brad shouted, his voice sharp but his tone weak. The Left Prime Minister frantically called for the guards.

"Hehe, no need to call. Those guards outside are all asleep, hehe~~~~" A series of irresistibly seductive whispers followed. A captivating woman appeared in the Imperial Study.

Despite his vast experience with women, His Majesty Brad couldn't suppress an unprecedented surge of desire, yearning to conquer this alluring woman completely. The Left and Right Chancellors, on the other hand, were practically drooling.

An invisible pinkish aura slowly filled the study, fueling the deepest desires within the three men

.

"Hehe, Your Majesty, your eyes are so terrifying, like you want to devour me." The alluring woman gently patted her chest. Her full breasts trembled, their breathtaking curves perfectly outlined through a thin veil.

"Gulp... Who are you? Who sent you, and what is your purpose?" King Brad slumped onto his throne, his legs tightly clamping his already aroused masculine instincts. He swallowed hard and stammered.

"Who am I? Hehe... I am your master. Don't you remember... If you don't remember, then have a good sleep. Everything that happens in your dreams is real... Listen to me. Close your eyes. Yes, sleep... sleep..." The alluring woman chuckled softly, her voice growing gentler until it transformed into wisps of mental energy, directly inputting information into the brains of King Brad and the other two.

"So simple, no challenge at all. Sigh. Even this little thing requires me, a six-winged angel, to personally handle. Isn't Master making a mountain out of a molehill? I really want to go back to the realm of gods and let the God of War's strong body conquer me..." A blush rose on the cheeks of this alluring woman, and a flame of desire flickered in her eyes. After a long while, she sighed softly, and her eyes cleared.

"Next is that Princess Lily... Heh, to make her fall in love with Medusa's eldest son, Nick... I've met Nick before. He's not bad-looking, but I don't know why this princess doesn't like him. After chasing him for so long, even a stone would have melted by now... Oh well, let's just consider it a gift for Medusa..." The alluring woman frowned and said softly, then disappeared from the imperial study in the blink of an eye, leaving only the unconscious His Majesty Brad and his two ministers. This proved that a strange thing had happened there.

In Princess Lily's palace, dressed in white, Lily sat at a table. On the table sat a white tulip, and she stared intently at the beautiful, withered flower. For over half a year, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop the tulip from fading. Perhaps if she hadn't picked it, it would have lasted longer.

Princess Lily's eyes flashed back to that familiar face, and a knowing smile unconsciously crept onto her brow. She remembered their first meeting on the street, dancing the tango at the ball, and the awkwardness of him sitting in the last row of the classroom, staring intently at her. Remembering his dashing figure as he single-handedly traversed the vast grasslands to rescue her,

remembering his slight shyness as he presented her with this white tulip…

“Why are you thirteen years younger than me… Heroes grow old, beauties fade, women… the thing we can’t afford to wait for is time…” Princess Lily murmured to herself, a deep sorrow furrowing her delicate brows.

“Heh… what a sentimental princess… heh… thinking of your sweetheart?” A seductive, even frivolous laugh interrupted Princess Lily’s thoughts.

“Who?” Princess Lily turned around, clutching the withered tulip in her hand, warily eyeing the alluring and captivating woman who had suddenly appeared before her. She asked.

"Hehe... little sister... don't be so nervous... tell me, who is your 'him'? Maybe I can help you?" The alluring woman said casually, a glint of silver light flashing in her seductive eyes.

"Why should I tell you my business? This is my bedroom, please leave! If you don't leave, I'll call the guards." Princess Lily's face hardened, and she said coldly.

"Oh, so fierce, tsk tsk, you really are beautiful. Look at those eyebrows, those eyes, that nose, that mouth, and that figure, tsk tsk. Even as a woman, I'm starting to like you... hehe. No wonder Nick can't forget you..." The alluring woman chuckled lewdly.

"I'll say it again, please leave. You're not welcome here! If you don't leave, I'll call the guards!" Princess Lily frowned, staring at the woman coldly.

"Oh, alright, little sister, I was going to chat with you, but you're so impatient. Fine, then I'll help you. You're tired... Close your eyes... Have a good sleep... You'll dream of your beloved... Duke Medusa's eldest son, Nick... You love him so much... Very much... Remember his name is Nick..." The alluring woman's eyes became mesmerizing, her voice growing softer and more seductive.

Princess Lily, staring at the woman, felt the woman's eyes become incredibly mesmerizing, her eyelids growing heavier, her head spinning, as if a voice was gently calling from the depths of her heart. Fortunately, Princess Lily had a strong will; she bit her lower lip hard, the intense pain clearing her mind. Just as she was about to speak, her head suddenly went blank, and through the haze, she only saw the woman's eerie smile.

After holding out for a moment, Princess Lily finally succumbed to the six-winged angel's hypnotic power and collapsed limply.

The withered tulips that Princess Lily had been holding in her hands suddenly fell from mid-air and crashed to the ground,

shattering.

A faint sigh lingered in the air.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in the Orc Empire, Qin Feng led 50,000 elite Orc soldiers to the edge of the territory of the rebellious Snake and Wolf tribes.

Riding on Wangcai's back, Qin Feng suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, a suffocating feeling making it hard to breathe, and his face turned deathly pale.

"What's wrong, young master?" Aini, nestled in Qin Feng's arms, sensed something was wrong, looked up, and asked with concern through her blind eyes.

"No, nothing, little girl," Qin Feng replied, silently using the Azure Sky Technique to dispel the discomfort, gently kissing Aini's smooth forehead.

"Oh," Aini responded, then snuggled back into Qin Feng's arms without another word. She simply tightened her grip on Qin Feng's waist.

Qin Feng glanced eastward, seemingly understanding something. Had something happened in the capital?

Chapter 187 Demonic Aura Soars to the Sky

"Reporting, Marshal, the Snake Clan's territory is five miles ahead. Please give instructions!" A Lion Clan soldier who had been sent out to scout bowed before Qin Feng.

"Hmm... Go and rest for a while." Qin Feng nodded, indicating he understood.

"Yes!" The Lion Clan soldier looked at Qin Feng respectfully and returned to his unit.

Qin Feng released Aini, who was nestled in his arms like a kitten. He used the Heaven-Shattering Earth-Shattering Technique to control his spiritual energy, spreading it in all directions.

Instantly, everything within a radius of tens of kilometers, large and small, was clearly reflected in his sea of consciousness.

"Interesting... It seems the opponent is a master of the spiritual realm." Qin Feng frowned slightly, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and murmured.

"Young Master..." Aini clung to Qin Feng's right arm, looking somewhat worried.

"It's alright, silly girl. Young Master has fought countless battles, and he's still alive and well," Qin Feng said, affectionately stroking Aini's hair.

"Hmm... Aini knows Young Master is an invincible warrior, but I just can't help worrying. I don't know why," Aini said, her delicate eyebrows furrowing as she looked at Qin Feng with her blind eyes, her sexy red lips curving into a playful smile.

"That's because you're worried about me, silly girl," Qin Feng said softly, kissing Aini's rosy lips.

"Mmm~~~" Aini's face flushed crimson, and she let out a soft cry, throwing herself into Qin Feng's arms, refusing to lift her head no matter how he teased her. This made Qin Feng burst into laughter.

Hearing Qin Feng's deliberately loud laughter, the entire army seemed to sense his unwavering confidence in victory, instantly boosting their morale.

"Boss, how about I lead our Bull Clan warriors to scout out their strength?" Mans, carrying a massive iron totem, approached Qin Feng, his eyes brimming with expectation.

"No. We already know their strength; there's no need to lose more brothers," Qin Feng waved his hand.

"But..." Mans wanted to say something, but Qin Feng's gaze startled him. He swallowed his words, his face contorted with despair, and turned to walk back to his unit.

"Rest well; you'll have your turn to fight! Use your best steel where it counts!" Qin Feng's calm voice came from behind. Mans's eyes widened, and he turned to look. But then he saw Qin Feng smiling at him, and excitedly nodded vigorously, replying loudly,

"Don't worry, boss, I'll wait for your orders, hehe, there's going to be a battle!" With that, Mans, carrying the totem, trotted happily towards the Bull Clan's troops.

"All troops, rest on the spot. Guns never leave your hands, horses never unsaddled. All commanders must strictly supervise!" Qin Feng, standing on Wangcai's back, commanded, his authoritative yet gentle voice clearly audible to every beastman soldier.

"Yes, Marshal!" the beastman soldiers roared in response.

"Young Master, what do you plan to do with those traitorous Snake and Wolf Clan members?" Aini asked worriedly, touching Qin Feng's cheek.

"Don't worry. Be good. Just stay on Wangcai's back and behave yourself, okay? You're my precious little one. If anything happens to you, I won't be able to fight. If I'm not able to fight, I might lose and get caught." Qin Feng chuckled, trying to scare Aini.

"Okay, okay! Young master, I'll be good. I'll stay on Wangcai's back and won't go anywhere. Don't worry about me, I'm fine. You... you have to be careful." Little did Aini know that Qin Feng's words, though meant to scare her, actually startled her. Her face turned pale instantly, and she gripped Qin Feng's clothes tightly, nodding vigorously.

Qin Feng saw everything she did and couldn't help but pat her cute little head affectionately. Then he pulled her tightly into his arms and kissed her passionately, almost suffocating her before finally letting go of her blushing face. The little fox girl, however, shone with happiness.

"Little darling, turn back to your original form and go fight with Uncle! Wangcai, protect Aini!" Qin Feng instructed casually after releasing Aini.

"Ah~~~~ No... I want to stay with Sister Aini. Fighting isn't fun. Little darling won't go~~~~" The little lion, who was sleeping on Wangcai's back, heard this and shook his head vigorously like a rattle-drum, saying in a childish voice.

"Really not going?" Qin Feng narrowed his eyes, looking at the little lion with a dangerous gaze. The little lion, who was about to stick to his principles, felt a chill run down his spine.

"I... I'll listen to Sister Aini. If she wants me to go, I'll go; if she doesn't want me to go, I won't go... Sister Aini, what do you say, should I go or not?" The little lion glanced at Aini with his bright eyes, then ran to Aini's feet and rubbed his head against her feet.

"Your sister Aini is my woman, she listens to me. Whatever I tell her to do, she'll do. So, if I ask her to go, she'll tell you to go. Therefore, you, little one, should just come with me obediently." Qin Feng pulled Aini into his arms, grinning at the little lion.

"You're cheating! I'm not playing with you anymore. Humph. Bullying a minor." The little lion saw Aini's face flushed red as she lay silently in Qin Feng's arms, and couldn't help but pout.

"It's fine if you don't go. Sigh, but the dragon meat, dragon liver, and stuff from now on, hehe..." Qin Feng turned around with Aini in his arms, deliberately not looking at the little lion, as if talking to himself, but the little lion heard him clearly.

"Ah... Uncle Qin Feng... Hehe, I'll go, how can I not go? Isn't there an old saying, 'Father and son go to war together,' today we uncle and nephew will do it too, uh, uncle and nephew go to war together. Hehe..." Upon hearing about dragon meat and dragon liver, things with "dragon son" in their names, the little lion's face immediately paled. It shamelessly flew to Qin Feng's shoulder, licking his face with its wet tongue, and said with a fawning smile.

"Oh... Didn't someone just say they were still a minor? Tsk tsk, I really wouldn't dare use a minor lion. Otherwise, if his dad wakes up and comes after me, it won't be worth it." Qin Feng shook his head.

"Uh... Uncle, don't underestimate me because I'm small. Actually, with my dad's help, I'm already an adult, so I'm not a minor

. Leave everything to me. Hehe. Just... just a small piece of dragon meat will do." The little lion licked its lips, drool dripping from its mouth, and laughed it off.

"Alright, since you're willing to go, hurry up and turn back into your original form!" Qin Feng glared at the little lion.

"Okay~~~~ I'm transforming~~~~ Yaho~~~~" The little lion suddenly charged into the air and let out a deafening roar. Instantly, all the surrounding animals and magical beasts knelt down, trembling as they looked at the little lion in mid-air. No, at this moment, it could no longer be called a little lion—it

was nearly fifty meters long from head to tail, and about twenty meters tall. Its entire body was covered in long, gleaming golden fur. A slightly darker mane ran down its neck to its chest and back. A pair of enormous, golden wings spread from its back. Rolling waves of heat blew outwards with the flapping of its wings, revealing a pair of large, ferocious black eyes and a wide, scarlet mouth that revealed rows of gleaming white teeth. Its entire body was enveloped in a golden, high-temperature flame. Nine faint golden energy orbs swirled around it.

This was the original form of the Nine Luminaries Mystic Heavenly Winged Lion.

"Hehe, Uncle Feng, aren't I handsome?" The little lion in mid-air proudly boasted to Qin Feng.

"Not bad!" Qin Feng nodded, looking at the little lion somersaulting in the sky.

"Wangcai, I'm entrusting Aini's safety to you. Protect her well no matter what!" Qin Feng patted Wangcai's head and instructed.

"Don't worry, Boss Feng, with me here, unless someone is much stronger than me, no one can threaten Miss Aini." Wangcai raised his two-zhang-long wolf head and assured Qin Feng.

"Good girl, wait here for Young Master to return. Do you hear me? No matter what happens, you're not allowed to move around. Otherwise, Young Master will be angry!" Qin Feng hugged Aini tightly, pinching her little nose and instructing her.

"Okay, Young Master, don't worry, I'll listen to you. I'll stay obediently on Wangcai's back." Aini nodded obediently, tightly hugging Qin Feng's waist. She pecked Qin Feng on the cheek, then shyly lowered her head.

Qin Feng smiled slightly, patted Aini's little head, and leaped into the air. In a few quick flashes, he landed on the back of the little lion, who was showing off with its wings spread wide.

"Wow, Uncle Feng, sit tight! Look at my little darling's speed. Flying~~~~" As soon as Qin Feng was seated, the little lion charged out like a golden meteor, hurtling towards the territory of the snake and wolf tribes five miles away. The

Nine Luminaries Profound Heaven Holy Winged Lion was said to be able to easily capture dragons, so naturally it was much faster than a dragon. Qin Feng only felt a gust of wind pass by, and then he was already five miles away, above the snake tribe's territory.

Before he could even be surprised by the little lion's speed, Qin Feng was immediately drawn to the scene before him. The entire area of the snake tribe, spanning dozens of miles, was shrouded in a thick, dark blue-black fog. And that wasn't all. The wolf tribe, adjacent to the snake tribe, was also shrouded in a thick fog.

These dark blue-black fogs are what's known as demonic energy. Qin Feng had seen them before. When he was subduing the Peach Blossom Spirit on the way to Behemoth City, she had also released a burst of demonic energy to absorb the essence of heaven and earth. However, the Peach Blossom Spirit's demonic energy, in terms of both area and concentration, was simply no match for the two bursts of demonic energy before him.

Just as Qin Feng was trying to find the source of this demonic energy, a sinister spiritual energy fluctuation emanated from within it: "Not bad, kid. I've taken a liking to your body. Are you going to come down yourself, or do I have to drag you down?" A bloodthirsty smile curled Qin Feng's lips. Seemingly oblivious to the approaching

bluish

-black demonic energy, he patted Xiao Guai's head. The little lion, understanding perfectly, swooped down towards the center of the bluish-black fog. At the same time, a long sword gleaming with a blood-red, bloodthirsty aura—Tiger Soul—appeared in Qin Feng's hand.

Like a melted sun, a golden energy, even more radiant than the golden light emanating from the little lion, poured from Qin Feng's palm into the blood-red blade of Tiger Soul. Instantly, the golden light intensified, and the approaching bluish-black demonic energy, as if encountering its nemesis, was forced back three feet by the golden light.

"Hmm...something's strange. Hehe, it's a good thing! Haha, I didn't expect to be so lucky today. Not only did I get an excellent body, but I also got a strange beast and a first-grade weapon! Haha~~~" A wild laugh accompanied by waves of highly aggressive spiritual energy surged outwards.

A hint of disdain curled at the corner of Qin Feng's lips. Arrogance is fine, but only those with real power can be arrogant. Those who are arrogant and don't even understand their opponents are just idiots destined to die young. Even if they manage to escape once or twice, they will never escape a third time.

As the Azure Sky Force continued to flow into his body, the Tiger Soul in Qin Feng's right hand seemed to melt. The entire six-foot-long blade emitted a dazzling golden light. Strands of golden energy, like swimming dragons, darted towards the dark blue-green demonic energy surrounding the blade. Like hot soup pouring over snow, the dark blue-green demonic energy hissed and then vanished into the air.

"How is this possible? What is the origin of your weapon? How could it possibly annihilate my demonic energy?" The previously rampant spiritual energy within the demonic energy asked in a panic.

Qin Feng smiled coldly, his Tiger Soul weapon, now brimming with power, slashing fiercely towards the deepest part of the dark blue-black fog.

Without encountering the slightest resistance, the Tiger Soul weapon, radiating golden light, seemed to strike through thin air; wherever it passed, the dark blue-black demonic energy was annihilated, as if swallowed whole. It couldn't help but let out a loud cry, its voice like a night owl, piercing the mind, while simultaneously moving rapidly away, attempting to evade the Tiger Soul weapon's deadly attack.

A cold smile appeared on Qin Feng's expressionless face. Would escaping be useful? Would

escaping really be useful? Yes, it would!

A heart-wrenching scream emanated from the dark green demonic aura, as if mourning the death of a parent, its sound carrying for miles. Then, a thick, foul-smelling green mist stained a large area of the dark green aura crimson. A black afterimage plummeted from the sky, while a faint afterimage fled at high speed towards the wolf clan.

Qin Feng's face showed a hint of nonchalance, but it quickly froze. He spurred the little lion to the spot where the first black afterimage had fallen. A sweep of his divine sense revealed the black object to be a severed limb. Foul-smelling green blood gushed from the cut, clearly highly poisonous. All vegetation within a ten-foot radius of the severed limb withered, even the ground turned black.

Qin Feng held the severed limb three feet away in mid-air, examining it closely. The entire limb was jet black and shiny, remarkably similar to a common venomous insect—a centipede! However, this seven-foot-long limb was many times larger than a typical centipede leg. The individual hairs on the severed limb curled up like barbs.

Could it be a centipede demon? This thought flashed through Qin Feng's mind, but he immediately patted the little lion's head, signaling for takeoff.

Just then, a series of muffled footsteps sounded around Qin Feng, followed by a group of snake-people with blank expressions, mechanically gripping their weapons, appearing in his line of sight.

The snake-people, one of the commoner races among the nearly one hundred races of the beast race, are timid by nature and have low combat strength. However, snakes are known for their lustful nature, so the snake-people population is very large, no less than four hundred thousand. Most importantly, the male snake-people all have large snake heads and are short in stature. In contrast to the males, the females are simply alluring!

With her wavy, snake-like hair, captivating eyes, full breasts, and pert buttocks, every part of her body was perfectly rounded. Moreover, snake beauties possessed two crucial characteristics: first, their bodies were incredibly supple and boneless, as if made of water, with almost every bone able to bend at any angle; second, adult snake women emitted a unique fragrance that greatly stimulated male desire, arguably far more effective than ordinary aphrodisiacs.

Appearing before Qin Feng were not only male snake-people but also some exquisitely beautiful female snake-people. However, these snake-people, as if receiving a command, brandished their weapons and charged madly at Qin Feng, hissing loudly.

A look of annoyance crossed Qin Feng's face. His longsword transformed into streaks of indistinct crimson light, slashing at the charging snake-men. Instantly, those snake-men who approached were shredded to pieces, their crimson entrails and limbs scattered on the ground. But the snake-men behind seemed oblivious, still charging towards Qin Feng fearlessly.

Qin Feng gently urged his little lion, whose golden wings flapped, instantly lifting it into the air. The charging snake-men missed their target, their snake heads craning upwards as they stared at the little lion in mid-air, hissing rapidly.

Qin Feng turned the lion's head, flying towards the direction the orcs were avoiding. Killing so many snake-men alone was too slow; it would be faster to gather the entire orc army.

"Marshal! The Marshal is back!" A sharp-eyed orc soldier saw Qin Feng flying towards him on the little lion's back and shouted.

"The Marshal is back!"

"It's the Marshal! Form ranks!" A beastman general immediately raised his ranks upon receiving news of Qin Feng's return.

The entire beastman army erupted in cheers. Before their expedition, they had more or less known the targets. Even the Lion Clan, known as the second largest beastman clan, had suffered losses against these rebellious Snake and Wolf Clan. Qin Feng, having gone alone to scout and returned unscathed, had boosted the beastman's morale.

"Young Master..." Aini, who had been forcing herself to stay quiet on Wangcai's back, excitedly stood up upon hearing the news of Qin Feng's return. Her blind eyes strained to open, as if hoping to see that face, so vividly remembered even in death.

Suddenly, Aini felt a tightening around her waist. Before she could even gasp, a warm embrace gently enveloped her. The familiar scent, the familiar warmth, and the familiar heartbeat instantly calmed her previously anxious heart. She clung tightly to Qin Feng's waist, a blissful smile spreading across her face.

"Good girl." Qin Feng kissed Aini's hair heavily, then whispered in her ear.

"Mmm." Aini squinted and hummed a syllable through her nose.

"Wait for me, young master. I've already come up with a plan to defeat the enemy." Qin Feng patted Aini's head.

"Mmm, young master, I'll wait for you to come back." Aini raised her head, straining her eyes as if trying to see Qin Feng's face clearly, and said softly.

"All troops, execute Plan A. Encircle from all sides!" Qin Feng embraced Aini, raised his head, and gave orders to the beastmen soldiers waiting for his command. In the golden sunlight, Qin Feng's brilliant golden hair contrasted with his bright silver armor. His tall figure and the unparalleled confidence in his words made every beastman soldier submit from the bottom of their hearts.

"Yes, Grand Marshal!" The soldiers of all races responded in unison, and then began to move according to the battle plan Qin Feng had formulated on the way.

The largest tribe, the Bull Clan, served as the main force, assigned to the front by Qin Feng. The Lion and Tiger Clan soldiers, with their stronger individual combat abilities, were deployed to the flanks to maneuver and disrupt the enemy's formation. The Bear Clan, with the strongest defenses, was concealed in a remote forest. Once the soulless Snake and Wolf Clan soldiers charged into the encirclement, they would cut off their retreat from the rear. Furthermore, at each tribe's link-up point, a small squad of ten Behemoth warriors would spearhead a breakthrough.

The seemingly absurd plan of 50,000 surrounding 500,000 was thus executed.

Just as the Beast Clan soldiers had formed their ranks at the designated locations, they felt the earth tremble. A black line rapidly approached them from the distant horizon, followed closely by a large patch of dark blue-green demonic energy. A palpable aura of death emanated from the demonic energy, two enormous shadows flickering within it, instilling a sense of dread in the beastmen soldiers who were encountering such things for the first time.

"You wretched brat, your death is near! You dared to sever one of my arms! I'll imprison your soul and refine you with my inner fire several times a day, making you wish you were dead..." the centipede demon whose arm Qin Feng had just severed roared from afar within the demonic energy.

Along with that voice, gusts of cold wind swept from the enemy ranks towards the beastmen soldiers, causing them to shiver involuntarily, their morale dropping further.

"Young Master..." Aini, her face pale, clung to Qin Feng's waist, concerned.

"Little girl, look, I shot that annoying reptile down for you." Qin Feng patted Aini's back, a warm energy flowing into her body, making Aini, who had felt a little cold, let out a comfortable groan.

"Hmm..."

Chapter 189 The Bull Clan Unleashes Its Power.

Qin Feng smiled slightly, completely disregarding the more than 500,000 snake and wolf soldiers, controlled by demons, who were charging like madmen. A dark longbow appeared in his hand, its black body shrouded in a faint golden cloud of mist. A primordial aura, seemingly from ancient times, emanated from the bow. Tortoises and snakes coiled, dragons and tigers swirled, and a phoenix soared, while the bowstring remained indistinct. This was Qin Feng's number one divine weapon—the God-Slaying Bow!

Qin Feng gently closed his eyes, his left hand firmly gripping the bow arm, his right hand drawing the string. A brilliant golden light emanated from the bow arm of the God-Slaying Bow, enveloping Qin Feng like a cocoon. A vast amount of energy flowed from Qin Feng into the bow, then returned to him. The energy that had been roaming freely in the world seemed drawn to the bow, gathering there and forming a transparent energy arrow on the bowstring.

The energy arrow on the bowstring grew brighter and brighter, the golden light emanating from the bow arm becoming increasingly intense, like a sun capable of scorching everything. A domineering and violent aura grew stronger with each pull of the bowstring.

Suddenly, Qin Feng opened his eyes, a golden light flashing within them, and a strange smile, indistinguishable between a cold laugh and a mocking one, appeared on his face.

In the soaring demonic aura on the distant horizon, the centipede demon, whose leg Qin Feng had just severed, felt a tremor in its heart. Then, it felt as if something had locked it tightly, sucking the air out of its body, making it impossible to breathe.

"Die!" Qin Feng uttered a cold word from his lips, his right hand, gripping the faintly visible bowstring of the God-Slaying Bow, gently twitching—

no sound was heard. The entire world seemed to fall silent, the heavens and earth seemed to stop turning, and the surrounding air seemed to solidify. It was suffocating. All eyes were forced to focus on the transparent energy arrow slowly flying forward in the sky, for this transparent energy arrow was surrounded by a ring of black cracks.

Tearing through space!

The speed of this transparent energy arrow had actually torn apart the space around it!

Within the demonic aura, the centipede demon seemed bound by something, watching helplessly as the transparent energy arrow drew ever closer. His previously hideous face was now filled with despair. He never imagined that he, a demon, would die at the hands of a human.

"Hmph!" A soft snort. Though the tone was low, it resonated loudly in the otherwise silent world. A huge red shadow beside the centipede demon suddenly unleashed a blood-red flame of extremely high temperature, attacking the slowly approaching transparent energy arrow. It seemed to want to melt the arrow.

Unfortunately—

the blood-red flame did not stop the energy arrow even for a moment. The transparent energy arrow pierced through the flame as if it were nothing, stabbing firmly into the centipede demon's heart—the most vital part of a demon.

"Ahhhhhh!" The centipede demon let out a blood-curdling scream. Cracks appeared starting from his heart, followed by his internal organs, bones, and muscles, until finally, his entire body shattered into pieces with a "bang!"

A violent explosion suddenly erupted from the demonic energy, splitting the previously unified mass of demonic energy into two parts. The snake and wolf soldiers charging below the demonic energy, devoid of their souls, were brutally torn to shreds by the energy shockwave from the centipede demon's explosion. A full ten thousand wolf riders riding their steeds vanished without a trace, leaving only some powdery ashes as a testament to the existence of such a group of people in this world.

"Long live the Marshal!"

"Long live the Marshal! That's amazing! The enemy's commander was killed in one fell swoop!"

"That's right, the way the Marshal drew his bow and shot the arrow was truly awe-inspiring!"

Witnessing Qin Feng's majestic sight of killing an enemy commander with a single arrow, the beast soldiers cheered wildly. Instantly, the morale of the orc soldiers, which had been suppressed by the enemy's imposing presence and image, rebounded strongly.

...

"Boy, you're despicable!" The remaining demon's vicious voice boomed like thunder from the horizon. At the same time, a murderous aura surged forth from the demonic energy, its target Qin Feng.

Qin Feng smiled coldly, completely disregarding the demon's intimidation. His eyes were fixed on the approaching, ambushing snake and wolf soldiers, a bloodthirsty glint flashing in his eyes.

Closer, closer still, half a mile... a hundred zhang... ten zhang... three zhang... one zhang...

"Kill!" As the snake and wolf soldiers, their souls controlled, stepped into the encirclement, Qin Feng switched his God-Slaying Sword to the Tiger Soul Sword, pointed ahead, and roared. He then placed Aini on Wangcai's back, gently kissed her pink face, and spurred his little lion. A golden light flashed, and he charged straight at the red monster hidden in the demonic aura.

"Kill!" The 18,000 bull warriors behind Qin Feng, seeing their commander charging alone towards the enemy commander, felt a surge of adrenaline.

"Our good sons of the bull tribe, now is the time to show our brothers and comrades the might of our bull men! Charge!" Upon seeing Qin Feng fly away alone, the bull chieftain Mans immediately followed the agreement, brandishing his enormous totem pole in the air and shouting fiercely.

"Kill! Let the warriors of all races see the might of our Minotaur warriors!"

"Yes, let the brothers of other races see the might of our Minotaur tribe!"

"Chieftain, give the order quickly! We can't wait any longer!"

Encouraged by Mans' words, the Minotaur soldiers were filled with fervor and responded enthusiastically.

"Alright, let's give them a 'war stomp' first!" Mans slammed the totem pole he was holding into the ground with all his might. With a loud "thud," it sank six inches into the ground. Then, he stomped his feet repeatedly, as if to specific drumbeats, shouting in response. Strands of white foam sprayed from his nostrils with each beat.

Seeing their leader begin, the minotaur soldiers behind Mans followed suit. They slammed their totem poles into the ground, stomped their feet, and then began to dance like Mans.

The sound of eighteen thousand tall, stout minotaurs stomping their feet far surpassed the thud of the five hundred thousand snake-and-wolf soldiers charging towards them. Their

eyes blazed red. With their horns turning crimson and teeth clenched tightly, these 18,000 minotaurs marched in unison to the rhythm of war stomp. Streams of fiery red energy slowly gathered beneath their feet, and a ferocious aura erupted from these minotaurs, who were already in a state of profound power.

Suddenly, Mans, who led the charge with "War Stomp," soared into the air to a height of about ten feet, then slammed back down to the ground at full speed.

"Boom!" A deafening roar followed, and a beam of fiery red energy spun wildly in all directions from the point of impact before crashing viciously into the snake and wolf soldiers a foot away.

At the same time, the Minotaur soldiers behind Mans also completed their respective skills. Streams of fiery red, violent energy, spearheaded by Mans's attack, shot from the ground like energy arrows, piercing the enemy ranks. The wolf riders at the forefront were caught off guard by the sudden energy attack, the first few rows immediately thrown to the ground and trampled to death by their brethren charging from behind.

For a moment, the wolf riders were in disarray, unable to organize their attack formation.

Mans wouldn't let such a good opportunity pass him by.

Sure enough—

"Brothers, they've been stunned by our 'War Stomp'! Kill!" Mans pulled the totem pole that had been smashed into the ground, wielding it as if it were a blade of grass rather than a heavy iron pillar, charging towards the chaotic wolf soldiers.

"Kill!" The 18,000 bull warriors behind Mans, their blood boiling with rage, roared in catharsis. They all pulled up their totem poles and, following Mans, charged at the unprepared wolf riders with their heavy totem poles.

"Yaaaaa!" Mans, the bull chieftain, slammed his totem pole, seemingly imbued with boundless resentment, onto a wolf rider who had just stepped over the fallen ones. A "crack!" echoed as bones shattered, and the struggling wolf rider, body and all, was smashed into a bloody pulp.

"Hahaha! What trash! You couldn't even withstand one of my attacks! Again!" Mans wiped the blood splattered on his face, licked the remaining traces, and shouted excitedly. His totem pole, as if possessed, continued to pound wildly at the charging wolf light cavalry.

Meanwhile, in mid-air, Qin Feng, straddling the back of the little lion, stared expressionlessly at the red figure amidst the dark blue-black demonic aura. A powerful aura surged from Qin Feng's body, forcefully pressing towards the demon.

"Boy, you killed my centipede brother. Although I admit you are strong, your killing of our demon race cannot be lightly forgiven, otherwise—" the red figure within the demonic aura said with a hint of ferocity.

Qin Feng remained silent, only slowly raising the Tiger Soul Blade.

Chapter 190 Opening the Heavenly Eye

The demonic aura that had been obscuring the sun suddenly and rapidly condensed, gradually revealing the red figure within. It was a giant nearly twenty meters tall, its entire body composed of a vast expanse of intense heat, its fiery hair standing straight up in the air, and its large, fiery eyes staring at Qin Feng with a dangerous aura.

"Boy, you're the first person to force me to reveal my true form since I emerged from the Abyss of Despair! You're quite something, but it's a pity you shouldn't have killed our demon race. As a demon, I must avenge my brethren!" A deep voice, carrying a great deal of heat, spewed from the gaping mouth of this somewhat simple-minded giant fireman.

"You demons killed our beastmen, and my revenge for my beastmen brothers is the same principle." Qin Feng said with a mocking smile.

"It's different. The beastmen are merely tools supported by our demon race to dominate this continent, just like the Berserker Clan supported by the Witch Clan and the humans supported by those birdmen. They're just tools!" The somewhat simple-minded giant fireman said angrily, clearly feeling deeply insulted by Qin Feng's comparison of the beastmen to their demon race.

"But in my eyes, these beastmen brothers are far more lovable than your demon brothers, and they're much closer to me." Qin Feng showed no mercy to the giant fireman, speaking coldly.

"Damn human, I'll kill you!" The fire man's large eyes, composed of flames, widened instantly, and a scorching flame several meters long shot from his mouth towards where Qin Feng stood.

The Tiger Soul Sword in Qin Feng's hand shone brightly, a golden blade of light several meters long seemingly cleaving the heavens and earth, meeting the onrushing flames head-on.

With a deafening "Boom!", the blade of light and the flames collided violently. Under the control of Qin Feng and the giant fire man, the two different energies exploded violently, the massive shockwave tearing everything around them to shreds, forming a rising mushroom cloud. However, because Qin Feng intercepted the giant fire man above the snake and wolf soldiers, the destruction from their energy explosion was primarily concentrated on the snake and wolf soldiers' side.

Thus, on the battlefield, in the sky above the central area of these manipulated snake and wolf soldiers, after a beautiful mushroom cloud, the snake and wolf soldiers on the ground had no time to react; they were, after all, just walking corpses. The giant fire-man controlling them didn't have time to disperse them before being pulverized by the massive energy shockwave. The shockwave then violently impacted the ground, triggering a devastating earthquake. Soldiers on both sides were thrown about, and cracks began to appear in the ground, reminiscent of the scene on the Keqin Grassland, only far more terrifying.

Countless snake and wolf soldiers controlled by the demon race were charging forward when suddenly wide gashes, nearly ten feet in diameter, appeared beneath their feet, causing them to fall. Their losses were at least 50,000. Qin Feng's beastmen forces suffered only minor losses; a few bull warriors who had engaged the snake and wolf soldiers in close combat were tripped by the sudden earthquake and accidentally struck in vital areas by enemy weapons.

This round ended in a complete victory for Qin Feng's beastmen forces.

"You're despicable..." the fire-man roared, pointing at Qin Feng.

Qin Feng's lips curled into a sinister smile as he looked at the fire-eyed giant, whose eyes blazed with fury. "You attacked me first, so why are you blaming me now!"

"You... brat! You've angered the noble Flame Giant, Crimson Flame! You'll pay the price!" the fire giant roared, then uttered a series of ancient and bitter syllables that Qin Feng couldn't understand. Instantly, the fire elements in the world seemed to be summoned, frantically gathering above the fire giant. A scorching heat, as if it could bake the earth, emanated from the fire giant, sending chills down the spines of the beastmen soldiers on the battlefield.

More and more fire elements gradually gathered in the sky above the battlefield, turning the sky a fiery red as if it were on fire. A violent, scorching, and heavy pressure pressed down from mid-air, giving the orc soldiers in the field the illusion of kneeling in worship.

Qin Feng's expression turned solemn. This fire giant was the first opponent Qin Feng had sensed as dangerous since he reached the Great Perfection of Ancient Martial Arts, and it was more than a level higher than the Beast King Stru.

Qin Feng gently touched the little lion, and his entire body soared dozens of feet upwards. He floated in mid-air parallel to the fire giant, and the originally blood-red blade of the Tiger Soul Longsword in his hand seemed to have been doused with ink, turning it black and shiny. Then, the half of the sky where Qin Feng was located seemed to be in opposition to the half of the sky where the fire elements gathered by the fire giant were located. The crimson color that was originally reflected by the fire elements gathered by the fire giant was gradually replaced by huge dark clouds, from which muffled thunder that shocked the soul could not be heard from time to time could be heard.

Qin Feng resembled a supreme demon god returned from the deepest abyss. His eyes were tightly closed, and his once brilliant golden hair had turned jet black, billowing in the cold wind. His two sword-like eyebrows extended upwards a foot. Then, three feet of dark light emanated from Qin Feng's body. The bright silver armor he wore seemed unable to withstand the energy emanating from him, tearing apart to reveal his explosive bronze muscles.

Qin Feng's power seemed endless, continuing its frenzied ascent.

Suddenly, a hissing sound of electricity came from between Qin Feng's brows. Then, a crack appeared in his previously smooth brow, revealing a clear, black-and-white eye flashing with blue lightning—the Heavenly Eye.

The Heavenly Eye, the legendary pinnacle of martial arts, could see through all things in the three thousand worlds, seeing through all illusions and falsehoods!

Fueled by the immense energy generated by the opening of his Heavenly Eye, Qin Feng's aura, which had been evenly matched with the Flame Giant's, surged several levels higher. The dark clouds on the horizon immediately pressed down on the Flame Giant's red cloud, forcing it back dozens of feet.

"How is this possible... a mortal actually opened his Heavenly Eye... am I seeing things..." The Flame Giant, whose aura was overwhelming Qin Feng, murmured with a hint of fear upon seeing the eye flashing with crackling electricity between Qin

Feng's brows. The once blazing flames on its body dimmed considerably. On the ground battlefield, the fighting had reached a fever pitch. Seeing the snake and wolf soldiers step into the prepared traps, the lion and tiger soldiers, led by their respective commanders, charged out from their ambush positions on the left and right flanks. Like two sharp knives, they plunged fiercely into the snake and wolf soldiers' formation, instantly throwing their ranks into chaos.

The 18,000 Bull Clan soldiers, who had been holding off 500,000 with only 18,000, immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Even the toughest warriors couldn't withstand 500,000 with only 18,000.

"Men, hold them off! The Lion and Tiger Clan brothers are coming to reinforce us! We'll push back these snake and wolf bastards! Kill!" Mans, the Bull Clan chieftain standing in the very center of the battle, roared as he saw his reinforcements enter the fray.

At this moment, Mans's eyes were wide open in fury, his horns were almost purple with rage, and wisps of white steam constantly spewed from his thick nostrils. His entire body was blood red, and his seventy or eighty-pound totem pole swung up and down like a dragon. Before the wolf cavalry and snake infantry could even get within a foot of Mans, they were smashed to pieces by his raging totem pole.

"Kill!" The Bull Clan warriors, seeing the Wolf and Snake Clan soldiers who had been charging at them with all their might suddenly become disorganized and unable to mount an effective attack, knew that their reinforcements had arrived. Instantly, their morale soared. Their previously depleted strength seemed to return in an instant, and they exhaled wisps of white breath from their nostrils. Their totem poles, gleaming with a deadly light, slammed down on the panicked enemy soldiers with even greater speed than before.

However, the Snake and Wolf Clan soldiers still had a numerical advantage. After a period of chaos, some of their generals, as if receiving an order, reorganized their troops. Although many soldiers from both groups were wiped out during this reorganization by the combined forces of the Bull, Lion, and Tiger Clan warriors, this number had little impact on the overall situation compared to the more than 400,000 Snake and Wolf Clan soldiers still present.

The battle situation gradually shifted against the beastmen. The snake and wolf tribes, relying on their tenfold numerical superiority, began the very kind of attrition war Qin Feng had feared most.

Indeed, a single snake or wolf soldier was no match for a bull, lion, or tiger soldier, but what about ten? Ten fearless snake or wolf soldiers? Moreover,

these controlled snake and wolf soldiers were nothing more than tools to obey orders, devoid of humanity. Unless their heads were chopped off or crushed, even with their chests ripped open and internal organs spilling out, they would still charge forward, dragging their entrails along. Suddenly

, the lion and tiger warriors who had penetrated the snake and wolf formations found themselves unable to advance. The bull soldiers engaged in direct combat also felt the pressure increase dramatically. Even the mid-level Saint-ranked Mans, standing at the forefront, had a two-foot-long wound torn into his right arm by a wolf soldier whose body he had smashed in half.

The orc soldiers on the battlefield were in grave danger, facing the constant threat of being devoured by the snake and wolf soldiers.

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