Volume Six: A Brief War - Blood Debts Repaid in Blood (Part 1)
It was already June, and the temperature should have been very high. But the cold was the prevailing atmosphere near the Tianshan Mountains.
The snow on the Tianshan Mountains never melts, so who would be foolish enough to freeze in this cold place? But there are indeed such people here, and quite a lot of them.
"Damn it, this weather is unbearable. I really want to kill a few people and warm myself up with their hot blood!" A burly man who looked like a wild beast complained.
"Shut up, Ah Hu. Everyone's freezing. Don't spout nonsense. If the enemy finds out, all our efforts will have been in vain," a cold-faced, burly man scolded.
Ah Hu pouted but didn't say anything. He really didn't dare to say anything; he was genuinely a little embarrassed by the captain in front of him. Of course, he also didn't dare to complain about the new leader of the Beast Legion who had ordered them to ambush him here.
The scene of Xiao Lin smashing a ten-thousand-pound boulder to pieces with a single punch is something that every member of the Beast Legion will probably never forget. From that moment on, the proud Beast Legion began to obey Xiao Lin.
A howling wind swept by, but not a single snowflake graced the mountaintop; the summit of Tianshan had long since turned into extremely hard ice.
Zhang Xingfeng stood proudly atop the Tianshan Mountains, surrounded by sheer cliffs that made climbing impossible. Zhang Xingfeng had simply flown up. Xiao Lin and the ever-troublesome Kuanglong accompanied him.
"Brother Xiao Lin, why haven't those people arrived yet? Our Beast Legion brothers have been suffering." Kuanglong showed no sympathy for the Beast Legion, only mockery.
Xiao Lin, however, was no longer the jovial man he usually was; instead, he was serious. Xiao Lin didn't answer Kuanglong's question. He was watching the distance, ready to attack immediately should any of the Fengyang Tribe's troops appear.
Zhang Xingfeng suddenly raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said, "Don't worry, these poor guys have already arrived." Xiao Lin turned around abruptly to look at Zhang Xingfeng. He knew that Zhang Xingfeng's Spiritual Sense was much stronger than his own, so it was normal for him to have noticed it first.
Zhang Xingfeng suddenly frowned, turned around and looked at Xiao Lin, and asked doubtfully, "Junior brother, are you sure they really have 100,000 men?"
Xiao Lin didn't know what Zhang Xingfeng meant by asking this, but he still said, "Yes, this is what Blood Wolf and his men found out through various investigations. Moreover, the message I sent from my undercover agent in Yuan Mongolia said that the Fengyang Tribe's reinforcements this time number 100,000." Clearly, Xiao Lin was very certain.
Zhang Xingfeng said, "That's strange. My Spiritual Sense only detected 30,000 people just now, not the 100,000 you mentioned."
Xiao Lin was taken aback. "Thirty thousand people? How can it be only thirty thousand?" But then Xiao Lin suddenly laughed and said, "Thirty thousand it is. Wouldn't it be easier to defeat the brothers of the Beast Legion this way?"
"Let the Beast Legion brothers rest first. Although the Fengyang Tribe troops are on horseback and very fast, it will still take them at least a day and a half to get here." Zhang Xingfeng looked at the Beast Legion soldiers standing in the cold wind below the mountain.
Xiao Lin nodded and murmured, "Hmm... there's still a day and a half left... hmm... it'll allow the warriors of the Beast Legion to rest and conserve their maximum strength so they can unleash their most powerful attacks in battle!"
Xiao Lin didn't greet Zhang Xingfeng and Kuanglong before flying down.
Zhang Xingfeng and Kuanglong were taken aback for a moment, then exchanged a smile. Both of them looked down at the vast land without saying a word.
"Mr. Right!" Zhang Xingfeng's voice suddenly rang out.
Kuanglong was taken aback. He hadn't expected Zhang Xingfeng to suddenly call him Mr. Right. Kuanglong looked at Zhang Xingfeng, Zhang Xingfeng was still looking at the ground.
"Um... Earl Zhang, what is it?" Kuanglong didn't call Zhang Xingfeng" Brother Xingfeng" but "Earl Zhang".
"You came to my junior brother not simply because you found a good opponent!" Zhang Xingfeng said calmly, but his tone of certainty was very clear.
Kuanglong smiled slightly and said, "That's right!"
Zhang Xingfeng remained silent for a long while before finally asking, "What brings you to my junior brother's place?"
Kuanglong did not answer, but said, "Earl Zhang, do you know why our Demonic Sect has been able to remain unscathed for thousands of years, even though Shaolin once faced the danger of being wiped out?"
Zhang Xingfeng nodded. Indeed, Shaolin hadn't just faced the danger of annihilation; it had been truly wiped out and then rebuilt. Although Shaolin possessed extraordinary masters, would they dare to reveal themselves to an army of a million? Especially those who cultivated Buddhism, who abhorred killing. Throughout history, it seemed that only the Demonic Sect hadn't been destroyed.
Kuanglong continued, "Of course, the existence of the Demon Hall is one reason, but the main reason is that the Demonic Sect has a friendly attitude towards all forces. Isn't that strange? The people of the Demonic Sect treat other forces with friendliness?"
Zhang Xingfeng had no doubts, only admiration for the people in the Demonic Sect who had established this rule. Winning people over with virtue has been praised for thousands of years, but few have truly achieved it. The Demonic Sect presents itself with immense power, yet treats you with friendliness; who would be foolish enough to treat a friendly, super-powerful force with such deference?
This is probably why the Demonic Sect has not faced any danger for thousands of years.
"This time, I came to Brother Xiao Lin on the orders of the Holy Lord, in order to establish a friendly relationship with Earl Zhang. Of course, my good relationship with Brother Xiao Lin has nothing to do with this, but rather it is because I really like Brother Xiao Lin."
Zhang Xingfeng remained silent. Kuanglong's words were hard to believe: Did he send Mr. You from the Demon Hall here just to curry favor with him?
Zhang Xingfeng, however, forgot what his extraordinary power represented within a super power. It wasn't surprising that the Holy Lord of the Demon Hall treated Zhang Xingfeng this way. With the Holy Lord's discerning eye, he certainly knew Zhang Xingfeng's identity and the immense power his abilities could wield.
"Hmm..." Zhang Xingfeng didn't say anything more about Kuanglong, seemingly no longer doubting him.
A gust of cold wind swirled from the middle of the Tianshan Mountains all the way to their summit, and rare snowflakes bloomed at the top, enveloping Zhang Xingfeng's body. When the snowflakes fell, Kuanglong and Zhang Xingfeng had vanished. The summit of Tianshan returned to its lifeless stillness.
One day later, at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains.
It's a beautiful day; the sun is shining brightly on the grassland, but the wind is still howling at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains.
Wa Ke was leading an army of 30,000 forward. Wa Ke was very proud of himself. Originally, the tribe had arranged for an army of 100,000 to advance together, but said that due to the problem of food supplies, the army of 30,000 would advance first.
"Damn it, isn't it all so that other tribes can send more people and die more? What about the food supply? They're all bastards!" the Wa Ke Curse, but then his face lit up with a smile, "Well, if they don't come, I, the Wa Ke, can earn more military merits!"
Wa Ke shouted, "Damn it, hurry up! If you're slower than the Tianyang Tribe and Yuyang tribes, you'll all die!" Wa Ke roared twice, feeling quite satisfied.
Suddenly, Wa Ke felt a gust of cold wind, and his body shivered. Wa Ke looked ahead and said, "Hmm... We've reached the Tianshan Mountains. We're not far from the Wind and Rain Pass."
Xiao Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the large number of cavalrymen not far away.
Surprisingly, he felt no excitement, only calm. The scene from that night replayed in his mind: the five hundred heroes of Yitu frantically slaughtering the warriors of the Fengyang Tribe.
"Kill!" Xiao Lin roared fiercely, his voice shaking the ground.
Some of the Fengyang Tribe cavalrymen in front were so frightened by the loud shout that they fell off their horses.
"Kill!" The two-meter-tall, two-and-a-half-meter-thick Black Bear Iron Head, wielding a huge Wolf Tooth Club, roared as he charged toward the pitiful cavalrymen.
"Kill!" Chitu, Chi Feng, Chirei, and other warriors of the Yitu Tribe were all red-eyed, wildly swinging their Cleaver Saber. Having long since reached the Innate Realm, the edges of their Cleaver Saber even shimmered with light.
"Kill!" The Top-grade Immortal Artifact, the Splitting Hail Axe, emitted a dazzling light and angrily slashed at the cavalry.
The 50,000 warriors of the Beast Legion roared, "Kill!", their eyes bloodshot with lust, as they charged toward the pitiful 30,000 cavalrymen of the Fengyang Tribe.
Blood debts must be repaid in blood. The time has come for blood to be repaid in blood.
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