Luring the enemy into the trap (continued)

Just as he was pondering this, a disciple rushed in from outside. "Sect Leader, Elder Zheng has returned, bringing with him many wounded. Among them, one of them is suspected to be the Heavenly Martial Alliance."

The Beast King Anye's eyes lit up, and he suddenly stood up, realizing that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

"Originally, I didn't want to create any unnecessary complications and only wanted to stick to the original plan, hiding for a few years under Wan Yebai's identity. But now that the prey has been delivered to my door, wouldn't it be a shame to let such an opportunity slip by and suffer the consequences?"

He took a few steps forward, about to push open the door, when he suddenly stopped, thinking, "If this is a trap... the things about the Son of the Dragon Devil and the Moon Devil King are true. Even if they guess that I released the Moon Devil King, they couldn't possibly know that I had any connection with the Son of the Dragon Devil. Even if they have suspicions, they'll only have suspicions, not evidence. Besides, to track down a murderer, you at least need to find a body. 'Wan Yebai' is still alive and well; they can't possibly suspect me."

The Beast King Anye began to recall his words and actions during this period, confirming that he had not made any serious mistakes. After all, he had inherited all of Wan Yebai's memories. There might be flaws in the details, but in matters of principle, he had followed Wan Yebai's temperament and would not let anyone notice anything amiss. After all, humans are creatures of error. Even at the same time, in the same place, encountering the same people and things, they can make different choices due to a Blink thought in their minds.

As for identifying a familiar face with the same appearance as someone else based on a difference in a single action detail, that's something only a detective, and a famous one at that. Ordinary people don't even know their parents' birthdays, how to hold a knife when cooking, or whether to step with their right or left foot first when walking.

"Sect Leader?"

The sound of a disciple asking a question came from outside the door, interrupting the Beast King Anye's thoughts and prompting him to make a decision.

Even a trap needs sufficient power to kill its prey; otherwise, it will only lead to the hunter being caught and killed by the prey. There are many examples in the world of hunters being killed by their prey. With my current cultivation level, I would not say I am invincible, but I can venture into any den of dragons and tigers in the world. Even if the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King were to be resurrected, he would not be my match. Whether or not to take action depends on the situation.

The Beast King pushed open the door and stepped out, glancing at the disciple who had come to report. He casually explained, "I was just at a crucial point in my healing process."

Wan Yebai is arrogant towards superiors but kind to inferiors. He is indifferent to those in high positions but tolerant towards those of low status. Therefore, he would not show a disdainful face when answering his disciples' questions.

Upon hearing this, the disciple immediately said with remorse, "It was my recklessness; please forgive me, Sect Leader."

"It's alright, the injuries will heal sooner or later, it'll just be delayed by a few days. We need to prioritize the important matters. You just said that one of the injured is the Heavenly Martial Alliance?"

The disciple nodded and said, "I didn't get a close look, so I can't be sure, but seeing that everyone, including the Alliance Leader's wife, had a panicked expression, it's highly likely that it was indeed the Heavenly Martial Alliance."

"Walk!"

Without further hesitation, the Beast King Anye headed straight for the Hall of Mental Cultivation, a place where the Evil-Slaying Sword School Sect treated the seriously injured. As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he saw Zheng Jingyuan standing at the entrance.

"Junior Brother Zheng, what exactly happened? I heard that even the Heavenly Martial Alliance was seriously injured?"

Just as Zheng Jingyuan was about to answer, he suddenly frowned, as if aggravating his injury, and coughed several times, his cough filled with a strong smell of Blood Qi.

The Beast King stepped forward to check Zheng Jingyuan's pulse and found that he indeed had suffered serious internal injuries. He asked with concern, "You're injured too. Did the operation fail? That doesn't make sense. The Son of the Dragon Devil can't make a move. With just the Moon Devil King and Alliance Leader Sima alone, victory should be assured."

Zheng Jingyuan shook his head and said, "The operation was ultimately successful, but the Son of the Dragon Devil was driven to desperation and merged with the Corpse Kun he summoned, attempting to self-destruct and perish with us. Fortunately, Alliance Leader Sima stepped forward and blocked our way, allowing us to survive, but he was also seriously injured in the process... That Corpse Kun was Qianzhang long, and its self-destruction caused widespread destruction, which was truly terrifying. At that time, I thought I was going to die."

At this point, his face paled, revealing a hint of fear, as if recalling the scene from that time and being frightened again.

The Beast King wasn't surprised. If the Heavenly Martial Alliance was severely injured despite his strength, it would be problematic if his opponent's self-destruction wasn't terrifying.

In their two encounters, he had already experienced the Heavenly Martial Alliance's external martial arts skills. His physique was stronger than ever before, and even the ultimate moves of ordinary Grandmaster were difficult to harm him. He was even stranger than the Monster Race. Their King of Monsters only had the ability of super regeneration, and in terms of physical defense, he was far inferior.

"It's a miracle you survived. You've witnessed Dr. Wu's medical skills; as long as there's a breath left, he can bring you back to life. Don't worry."

The Beast King hastily offered Zheng Jingyuan a few words of comfort before heading towards the Hall of Mental Cultivation, eager to check on the Heavenly Martial Alliance's injuries.

"Wait a minute, senior brother, have you forgotten something?" Zheng Jingyuan suddenly called out to the other party.

The Beast King paused, turned around, and slapped his forehead in frustration. "I've been so busy lately that my head is spinning. I was startled just now, so I must have overlooked something important. Just tell me, Junior Brother, my mind is a complete mess right now." This answer was perfectly watertight.

Zheng Jingyuan said solemnly, "Alliance Leader Sima is seriously injured. Once the news gets out, it will definitely attract those with ill intentions. Especially since Alliance Leader Sima single-handedly thwarted the Evil Path Alliance's conspiracy some time ago, there are probably many people in the martial arts world who want to get rid of him as soon as possible, but they are afraid of his strength. Now is undoubtedly a golden opportunity, and I'm afraid many people are already itching to make a move."

After listening, the Beast King nodded solemnly. "You're right. These are turbulent times, and we must be careful in everything we do to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the chaos. Besides, the Heavenly Martial Alliance is a great benefactor of our sect, so we can't be too cautious... Here's what I'll do: I'll give you the Sect Leader's Tiger Seal. Go and activate the Myriad Tribulations Mystic Light Array immediately to prevent any external enemies from invading."

Zheng Jingyuan accepted the sect leader's tiger tally and nodded. "This is exactly what I wanted to discuss with my senior brother. I'll be going now."

"Go and come back quickly. You're injured too and need immediate medical attention. Don't delay."

"I understand, thank you for your concern, senior brother."

Zheng Jingyuan summoned his divine sword, becoming one with it, transforming into a beam of light, and finally landing in the central area of the array set up by the Righteous Qi Palace.

As the sword flashed and fell to the ground, Zheng Jingyuan, who had separated from his sword, stumbled and almost fell to the ground. But he ignored his disheveled state and instead pounded the wall hard with his trembling hand.

"Why... why is this happening?!"

From beginning to end, the sect leader never inquired about Wan Ziqiu's safety.

Although he always played the role of a strict father who was disappointed in his son's lack of success in front of outsiders, Zheng Jingyuan knew very well how much his senior brother cared about his family. If the person just now was really the sect leader, he would never have ignored the news of the enemy's self-destruction and the fact that he did not see his son at the scene.

Such details might not have been particularly noticeable under normal circumstances, but when preconceived notions have already formed and suspicions have arisen, they become exceptionally striking. If Zheng Jingyuan hadn't left quickly, he probably wouldn't have been able to suppress the boiling emotions in his heart.

"God, you've already made one father experience the pain of losing his daughter, why must this daughter now suffer the pain of losing her father? How cruel you are to this family!"

After decades of getting along, even if they weren't blood brothers, they were closer than blood brothers. Zheng Jingyuan's grief was indescribable, so he just kept punching the wall until he broke it.

Ten breaths later, Zheng Jingyuan had regained his composure, or rather, he had suppressed his grief and replaced it with boundless rage and a surging hatred that would not hesitate to perish with the enemy. His eyes were as cold as ancient ice.

"Beast King Anye, today we'll put an end to this centuries-old feud!"

Zheng Jingyuan stepped in, inserted the tiger talisman into the central area of the formation, and activated the Myriad Tribulations Mystic Light Array of Sword Qi shot out, forming a net that enveloped the entire Righteous Qi Palace.

As soon as the Beast King stepped into the Hall of Mental Cultivation, he smelled an Anomalies odor composed of Blood Qi and disinfectant. He sniffed and roughly estimated the concentration of Blood Qi, gaining a general understanding of the severity of his injuries.

Such injuries would have killed an ordinary martial artist long ago, and even Grandmaster would be on the verge of death. However, given the physique of that Heavenly Martial Alliance, he is probably only seriously injured and still retains considerable combat power.

A series of thoughts flashed through his mind. The Beast King first comforted Si Jingyu, who stood at the door with a worried expression. Then, he secretly peeked into the room and saw the petite goddess physician named Wu Xiu bustling back and forth by the bedside. Another male apprentice physician, whose beauty could make ninety percent of the women in the world pale in comparison, was fiddling with various herbs. His forehead was covered in sweat, and he was clearly worried about his companion's safety. He looked tense and flustered, and his technique was far below his usual standard. Unsurprisingly, he received a stern reprimand from his master.

However, Sima Liang's face cannot be seen from this angle. As for his aura, it might be easy to discern under normal circumstances, but it would be difficult to discern when he is seriously injured and his aura is weak. Moreover, the Beast King has never been good at such delicate techniques.

Should we take action now?

The Beast King pondered to himself that once he attacked the Heavenly Martial Alliance, it would be tantamount to exposing his identity. Whether he acted sooner or later was the same. By seizing this opportunity, he was essentially abandoning the identity of Wan Yebai.