Yin Clan Shock (Part 1)

As daylight broke, the Flying Magic Chariot exited the canyon, the Yin Clan City-State now clearly visible ahead.

Inside the chariot, Wumu dangled upside down from the roof, his ten fingers extended into silver claws two feet long, gripping the neck of Yin Jixin, an External Affairs Hall steward. It wasn't enough to just hold Yin Jixin's neck; Wumu's claws scraped back and forth across it, shaving off every single hair and raising goosebumps all over Yin Jixin's body.

As for the Yin Clan Warriors escorting Yin Jixin inside the chariot, they were all beaten black and blue and curled up in the corners. Wumu had ripped off their belts, torn their pants into strips, and twisted them into ropes, binding them like sticky rice dumplings.

Yin Xuege sat upright, directly opposite Yin Jixin, staring unflinchingly at the steward whose face was livid with anger.

"To be frank, Yin 9937 and Yin 9938, they aren't coming back, are they? Or rather, have they vanished into thin air?"

Yin Jixin gritted his teeth, managing to force out a few words through clenched jaws, "Young Master Xuege, what do you mean by this? Do you know what you're doing? Assaulting clan warriors, kidnapping an External Affairs Hall steward, this is internal strife, this is disrespecting your elders, this is a grave crime!"

Yin Xuege delivered a solid slap across Yin Jixin's face. Yin Xuege was now only one step away from becoming a Moon Warrior, and the strength in his hand was considerable. The slap sent Yin Jixin reeling, and half his molars became loose.

Yin Jixin, with faint traces of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, stuck out his tongue to lick his lips. He took a deep breath, then shook his head with a bitter smile, "I was merely ordered to bring you back! As for anything else, I truly don't know, nor do I wish to know, nor do I dare to know!"

Yin Xuege unceremoniously kicked Yin Jixin in the lower abdomen. The kick was heavy and vicious, Yin Xuege's heel coming within half an inch of Yin Jixin's vital male area, which could have inflicted an unbearable injury. Seeing Yin Jixin's face turn pale with pain, Yin Xuege said coldly, "You came to see if I was dead, didn't you?"

Yin Jixin felt an intense pain in his abdomen, as if countless blades were churning within. He gasped for air, looking at Yin Xuege with a complicated expression, "This wasn't my original intention in coming to meet you, I was simply sent to escort you back! But I can guess at some things, because two days ago, the External Affairs Hall steward who assigned you your mission died unexpectedly!"

Trembling as he looked at Yin Xuege, Yin Jixin instinctively lowered his voice.

"It wasn't just the External Affairs Hall steward responsible for you drawing lots for the trial mission, but several others as well. Two days ago, during an accident, a vial of potent blood poison leaked, and they all died, dissolving into pus and blood. Young Master Xuege, they are all dead, I was simply ordered to escort you back!"

Yin Xuege stared at Yin Jixin with cold, ruthless eyes. Yin Jixin, who had been thoroughly tossed around on the journey, felt an increasing chill emanating from him. Gradually, he couldn't bear Yin Xuege's gaze and instinctively lowered his head, not daring to look up again.

"Poor fellow, you're just being pushed out to take the blame!" Wumu sighed heavily, then punched Yin Jixin, knocking him unconscious.

Leaping lightly from the roof of the chariot, Wumu crouched before Yin Xuege. His long arms scratched erratically at the floor in front of him, emitting a grating sound. His emerald eyes fixed on Yin Xuege, he asked curiously, "What are you thinking about? I notice your days in the Yin Clan don't seem to be going too well. Why don't you come back with me to the Silver Wolf Family!"

"No!" Yin Xuege glared at Wumu and said slowly, "A Silver Wolf Commander who was imprisoned in the Blood Prison for twenty-five years. I'm afraid if I return to the Silver Wolf Family with you, I'll be killed immediately! If I stay in the Yin Clan, at least no one will dare to attack me openly!"

Wumu's expression changed drastically. His silver fur stood on end, and an oppressive killing intent radiated from him.

After a long while, Wumu retracted his aura. His flesh and fur began to writhe violently.

"Little fellow, what you say doesn't count. The Silver Wolf Family isn't like those stinking bats who scheme against their own people behind their backs! We Werewolves are the most united race; it's a racial trait etched into our bones. Me being imprisoned in the Blood Prison was my bad luck; it has nothing to do with my kin!"

With a crisp crackling sound from his joints, Wumu slowly transformed from a giant werewolf state, over three meters tall, into a burly man about two meters tall with long silver hair. Wumu, with his rugged features, looked down at his bare body, then grabbed Yin Jixin and roughly pulled off his outer garment, wrapping it tightly around his lower body.

"Don't talk about my kin anymore! Let's see how you deal with your own people first!" Wumu proudly flexed his arm, showing off his developed muscles, then grinned and patted Yin Xuege's shoulder, "Also, find me a set of clean clothes. I haven't had a hot bath in twenty-five years! And if possible, find me a couple of girls!"

The two developed muscles in his chest twitched violently, and Wumu winked desperately at Yin Xuege.

"Pretty, voluptuous girls, little fellow, you know what I mean?"

There was no emotion in Yin Xuege's eyes. He glanced coldly at Wumu's provocatively twitching chest muscles and gave him a hard eye-roll. The chariot swayed gently, and the low roar of a Night Netherblood Leopard could be heard from outside. The chariot had stopped at the entrance of the Yin Clan City-State.

Placing a palm on the inner wall of the chariot, a portal opened silently, and Yin Xuege strode out. Wumu grumbled a few disgruntled words, then quickly followed Yin Xuege out.

Yin Xuejiao, along with a group of his followers, was waiting at the city-state entrance. Seeing the chariot come to a gentle stop, he laughed with immense satisfaction. He knew Yin Jixin had been sent to meet Yin Xuege, and he also knew his father had cleared all traces behind the scenes for him.

Yin Jixin must have brought good news. That damned Yin Xuege, who had opposed them since childhood, who had never bowed his head in submission, who had caused him such great humiliation, that damned bastard, he must be dead by now?

Just as Yin Xuejiao waited excitedly and triumphantly for good news, Yin Xuege, his clothes tattered, walked out of the chariot and headed straight towards him. Yin Xuejiao's eyes widened in horror. He stared at Yin Xuege in bewilderment, almost shouting out loud – How was this brat still alive? How could he possibly be alive?

Didn't the news from the Great Berlin City-State two days ago say that several of the Yin Clan's secret strongholds had been raided by Hunters, and many Yin Clan spies had been captured alive or killed on the spot?

"You, you, Yin Xuege, what do you want to do?" Seeing Yin Xuege striding towards him, Yin Xuejiao instinctively took a few steps back and stammered out. Seeing Yin Xuege's cold, emotionless eyes, Yin Xuejiao felt a sharp pain in his neck, as if he were back in the Children's Hall class a few days ago, feeling the cold, merciless edge of the soft sword that had sliced open his neck.

Yin Xuege strode up to Yin Xuejiao. Before Yin Xuejiao's followers could react, a dazzling blood-red light erupted from Yin Xuege's fingers. He formed his palm into a blade and drove it fiercely into Yin Xuejiao's chest. Blood splattered everywhere, Yin Xuege's palm piercing Yin Xuejiao's body like a sharp blade and emerging from his back.

"You dare to hurt me?" Yin Xuejiao let out a hysterical cry of pain!

He never dreamed that Yin Xuege would dare to seriously injure him in full view of everyone, without any proper excuse or reason! What made it even more unacceptable to Yin Xuejiao was the blood-red light on Yin Xuege's fingers – what was that? That was the characteristic glow of a Blood Skill activation. How could this guy have mastered a Blood Skill?

He was only eleven years old, only eleven! How could he have mastered a Blood Skill that only Star Warriors and higher-level Blood Demons could possess?

Yin Xuege didn't answer Yin Xuejiao's question. He followed up with a violent kick to Yin Xuejiao's abdomen. A muffled thud, like a bursting ball, erupted. Yin Xuejiao let out a shrill scream, spat out a mouthful of viscous blood, and his body, a head and a half taller than Yin Xuege, was sent flying backward, tumbling nearly a hundred meters.

Nearly a thousand clan warriors and high-ranking clan members at the entrance of the Yin Clan City-State froze in place. They were all stunned!

Yin Xuege, the eleven-year-old Yin Clan Young Disciple Yin Xuege, had actually used a Blood Skill to seriously injure Yin Xuejiao? Yin Xuejiao, who was three years older than Yin Xuege and hailed as the youngest Star Warrior in Yin Clan history, had been severely wounded with no chance to retaliate?

What they couldn't understand was that this wasn't the Children's Hall, nor was it a practical combat class in the Children's Hall. Without any proper excuse or reason, Yin Xuege had actually severely injured a direct descendant of the Yin Clan in front of everyone? This was a grave offense!

A middle-aged man, who had days ago whipped Yin Xuege with a python-skin whip and then grabbed Yin Xuege's shoulders, nearly crushing his shoulder blade, rushed out in a rage. Several streaks of blood-red light flashed across his body, faint blood-red flames ignited on his legs, leaving deep blood-flame footprints on the ground with each step. Simultaneously, his arms brought up wing-like blood-red smoke, transforming into dozens of afterimages as he smashed down towards Yin Xuege.

This middle-aged man was the personal guard chosen by Yin Jiwu for his son, a powerful peak Night Warrior, a strong individual whose foot was already halfway into the Baron position. With his strength, even though Yin Xuege was only one step away from becoming a Moon Warrior, he could still easily take Yin Xuege's life.

But a long wolf howl came from behind Yin Xuege. Wumu, who had been itching for a fight, excitedly burst out from behind Yin Xuege and threw a solid uppercut, hitting the charging middle-aged man squarely on the chin.

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