Ye Xuan's Fury! Swear to Destroy Bei Village!

After Shi Linhu finished speaking, the entire Stone Village fell into a deathly silence.

Then came the eruption of fury.

"Fuck his mother!"

A man picked up a broadsword from the ground, his eyes bloodshot.

"Let's fight them to the death!"

"They dare cripple my brother's hands? I'll chop off their heads!"

"March on Bei Village! Take back what's ours!"

The people of Stone Village were simple, but they were no cowards.

Surviving in the Great Wilderness meant having some backbone. How could anyone swallow the insult of being shat on from above?

Even the women, wiping away tears, silently sharpened their bone knives to a razor's edge.

The crowd seethed with rage.

Murderous intent filled the air.

But Shi Yunfeng hesitated.

He looked at his hot-blooded clansmen, then at the gravely wounded Shi Linhu, his face full of worry.

"Everyone, calm down!"

Shi Yunfeng shouted, silencing the uproar.

"We must take revenge, but we can't just go die!"

"Bei Village has more people, and that Bei Feng is a deadly archer. Worst of all... they have a Sacrificial Spirit!"

"That old Bei has lived for who knows how many years, his strength unfathomable—probably already a Cave Heaven realm Fierce Beast. If we go, who can stop him?"

At the mention of the Sacrificial Spirit, the crowd's fury was doused like cold water.

Right.

The Sacrificial Spirit.

It was a godlike guardian of a village.

Stone Village had the Willow Deity, but she was in the midst of nirvana, never meddling in worldly affairs, let alone joining them to attack another village.

Without a Sacrificial Spirit to hold the line, going up against a Cave Heaven realm Fierce Beast with just their numbers was asking to be slaughtered.

Despair began to creep in.

Were they really supposed to swallow this?

Just then.

The crowd parted on its own.

Ye Xuan stepped out from behind.

Dressed in white robes, he stood out starkly among the fur-clad men, but no one dared to underestimate him.

He walked up to Shi Linhu and glanced down at the two clansmen with crippled arms.

His Double Pupils activated.

He could see that their bones were shattered to pieces, their meridians severed inch by inch.

The one who did this had a venomous heart—cutting off Stone Village's hunting team at the root, leaving the village to starve to death over the winter.

"Good."

Ye Xuan nodded, a cold smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

He lifted his head and swept his gaze over the indignant yet helpless villagers.

"Chieftain."

Ye Xuan looked at Shi Yunfeng, his voice low but carrying a reassuring steadiness.

"You're worried about that Sacrificial Spirit?"

Shi Yunfeng gave a bitter smile: "Young Immortal Master, that's an old Bei—a demon that's become a spirit..."

"Just an old yellow weasel."

Ye Xuan cut him off lightly, his tone dripping with undisguised contempt.

"Hiding in a gutter to ambush people—what kind of Sacrificial Spirit is that?"

"Since they want to play, let's play big."

Ye Xuan turned, facing the direction of Bei Village deep in the Great Wilderness.

The evening wind stirred his robes, snapping them loudly.

A terrifying aura surged from his body.

It was the majesty of a Human Emperor, and the invincible conviction he had forged in the Perfect World.

"The people of Stone Village are not to be humiliated."

"Hurt one of mine, I'll break his arm. Cripple two of mine, I'll wipe out his entire clan."

Ye Xuan turned his head, his gaze like lightning, sweeping over every able-bodied man present.

"Grab your weapons."

"Follow me to war."

"This time, it's not just revenge—it's extermination."

Extermination!

The moment those two words left his mouth, everyone felt their scalps tingle and their blood surge to their heads.

This wasn't about reasoning. This wasn't about seeking justice.

It was about wiping out a clan.

"Good! We're with you, Brother Ye!"

"Let's wipe out those scumbags!"

"I'm getting my gear right now!"

The morale that had been crushed by the Sacrificial Spirit's reputation was instantly reignited by Ye Xuan's words.

With the Young Immortal Master leading the charge, what was there to fear?

The Young Immortal Master was a godlike figure in the Spirit Transformation Realm, and the Willow Deity's disciple to boot!

The men howled as they charged back into their homes, pulling out their most prized weapons.

The two ancestral artifacts passed down through generations were also brought out.

Just as the team was assembling.

A small hand tugged at Ye Xuan's sleeve.

Ye Xuan looked down.

Little Shi Hao was staring up at him.

The little guy was wearing a tiger-skin loincloth, clutching a Suanni Treasure Mirror—one Ye Xuan had forged for him from a Suanni Divine Bone.

Right now, tears and fury filled the little one's big eyes.

He had just seen the mangled state of Uncle Lin Hu, the man who had always doted on him, carried back.

"Big brother."

Little Shi Hao's voice trembled slightly, but it carried more resolve than anything.

"I'm going too."

"I want to strike that bastard with lightning! I want to avenge Uncle Lin Hu!"

If it were any other child, an adult would have kicked them back and told them not to cause trouble.

But Ye Xuan looked at Little Shi Hao.

He saw the fighting spirit blazing deep in those pupils.

The Desolate Heaven Emperor's life was forged through blood and fire.

A greenhouse could never raise a true dragon.

Besides, Shi Hao now was no longer the baby who only knew how to drink milk.

Late-stage Blood Moving Realm, tens of thousands of jin in a single arm, bearing the Supreme Bone and the Suanni Treasure Art.

That Bei Feng guy?

He wasn't even fit to polish Shi Hao's shoes.

"Alright."

Ye Xuan reached out, wiped the tears from the corners of Little Shi Hao's eyes, then ruffled his head firmly.

"That little brat who plays with arrows—he's yours."

"Don't embarrass your big brother."

Little Shi Hao nodded heavily, tightening his grip on the glowing Suanni Treasure Mirror.

"Move out!"

Ye Xuan waved his hand.

Under the setting sun, a murderous procession marched out of Stone Village.

Target: Bei Village.

That night, the Great Wilderness was destined to bleed.

Bei Village sat at the foot of a steep cliff.

High walls of massive black rock surrounded it, topped with sharpened beast bones and iron spears that gleamed coldly in the fading sunlight.

"We're here."

Ye Xuan stopped, looked up, and took in the tightly shut stockade gate.

Behind him, dozens of Stone Village men stood gripping broadswords and bone clubs, their eyes bloodshot, murderous intent rolling off them in waves.

The fury seeping from their very bones made the air around them feel thick and frozen.

Soon, several heads poked over the stockade wall.

They were Bei Village tribesmen on watch duty.

When they saw only a few dozen men from Stone Village below, they froze for a moment, then burst into a grating chorus of laughter.

"Oh, if it isn't the Stone Village savages?"

"What? That Shi Linhu didn't die? Or did you guys not get beaten badly enough last time, so you're bringing your other arms over for us to cripple too?"

"Hahahaha! Look at their raggedy asses—they're probably here to beg for mercy!"

The taunts came thick and fast.

In the eyes of Bei Village, Stone Village—having lost its main force—was nothing but meat on a chopping block.

Last battle, they'd not only looted all the game but also crippled Stone Village's strongest hunters. Now they were just a pack of toothless tigers.

"Beg for mercy?"

Above the gate, a youth in silver beast-hide armor stepped forward.

His face was delicate, but his eyes were as venomous as a snake's.

In his hands was a black iron bow taller than himself, and on his back hung a full quiver of wolf-fang arrows.

It was Bei Feng.

The Bei Village prodigy who'd shot Shi Linhu's arm to pieces with ruthless skill.

Bei Feng looked down at the crowd from on high, his gaze finally landing on Ye Xuan at the very front.