Chapter 1395: Mark, Cracked!
Meng Chao was dumbfounded.
There was actually such a badass figure in Turanze?
How could that be?
"If 'Jackal' Kanus was truly as extraordinarily gifted and clairvoyant as you say, then how did the Lion King and Tiger King capture you? And how were the Jackal Warriors you brought wiped out to the last man?"
Meng Chao scoffed. "From what I observed, these Jackal Warriors were far stronger than the limits ordinary wolf clans could ever reach. It seemed that you and the Wolf King had gone to enormous lengths and gambled every resource you had to create such a wolf clan 'Suicide Squad' and 'Assassin Squad.'
"Don't tell me that letting such an elite force be annihilated was also part of the Wolf King's 'plan'!"
This time, it was the Leopard Clan Poet's turn to be struck as if by lightning, unable to think of a rebuttal.
Not only because of Meng Chao's questions, but also because they were the questions that had haunted him time and again after his failed attempt and capture.
Even more because Meng Chao had spoken those words in Ancient Turan Language even purer than his own!
A black-haired, black-eyed outsider.
Wearing Totem Armor blessed by three ancient powerhouses: "Fist," founder of the Bloodhoof Clan; the Stomachless King, Supreme Expert of the Bear Clan; and Shattered Wings, the legendary hawk clansman who had once ruled Turanze's skies for decades.
And speaking Ancient Turan Language, a tongue long lost today, one that even bards might not know by heart, with an accent so pure it was as though he had just awoken from ten thousand years of slumber.
This... how was this possible?
In a daze, the Leopard Clan Poet seemed to see the light of ancestral spirits deep within Meng