"Bastard!"
Jiang Fen smashed the low table before him with a single slap.
Today's Sacrifice Grand Ceremony had ended in total failure. After returning to their camp, Jiang Fen was beside himself with rage and gave Ji Shu a vicious tongue-lashing.
"My daughter and grandson have gone missing. You lost again, and you even lost the Suiren Clan's sacred staff. I gave you such excellent conditions, yet you still couldn't accomplish a single thing? Tell me, what use are you? What else can you do?"
With his beard bristling and his eyes bulging, Jiang Fen was furious.
He was literally bursting with fire.
Bi Fang was also a Fire Divine Beast, and Jiang Fen cultivated fire-based shamanic power as well. In his rage, blazing flames surged three yards high above his head.
"The other side used some unknown secret treasure. The Suiren Staff was useless—you saw that yourself! How is that my fault?"
Ji Shu shot him an irritated glare, sparks puffing from his nostrils.
"Enough!"
Jiang Fen took a deep breath and suppressed the fury in his heart. He glanced toward Golden Crow Ridge, his face twisted with malice. "I won't let this matter end here. I'm making a trip to Blood Moon. Stay here and wait for my news."
"Blood Moon? We can't trade with them anymore, so what are we going there for?"
Ji Shu froze for a moment, then looked at Jiang Fen in confusion.
"Who said we can't trade? What they want is slaves. Slaves, you say? We can't do anything to Ji Xia right now, but... isn't the Qing Yi Tribe related to him?"
Jiang Fen sneered. "Although joining forces with Blood Moon to attack the Qing Yi Tribe will greatly reduce the profits, we can take it slowly. Sooner or later, we'll kill