"Then, Your Highness, you..." Wang Feifan asked tentatively, his voice trembling slightly.
"I'm going to slaughter the White Tiger Clan!"
Before his words had faded, a powerful aura surged from Qian Fan.
He swept both hands outward, and dark purple light suddenly blossomed. Six enormous angel wings unfurled behind him, each radiating a heart-stopping aura, as though it held boundless power.
With the appearance of those wings, a mysterious, oppressive atmosphere enveloped the entire space.
Within that powerful aura, Qian Fan looked exceptionally imposing, like a deity descended into the mortal world.
"East of the hall, hiding away in a corner. White Tigers? They should call themselves turtles."
His eyes icy, Qian Fan rose into the air and sped toward the White Tiger Clan.
Everyone gazed up at his departing figure, awe welling in their hearts.
Wang Feifan snapped out of his daze, hurriedly gathered his men, and followed Qian Fan toward the White Tiger Clan.
A bloody massacre was about to unfold...
Qian Fan reached the White Tiger Clan's encampment first, streaking in like lightning.
The White Tiger Clan's guards widened their eyes in terror. Before they could react, Qian Fan's dark purple light swept toward them like a raging tide.
In an instant, several guards collapsed with agonized screams, their blood staining the ground red.
Qian Fan sneered and gave the wings behind him a fierce flap. The powerful gust hurled the surrounding White Tiger clansmen to the ground.
"Your Highness, why are you slaughtering our clan without cause?" a guard demanded gravely.
Qian Fan snorted. "Your White Tiger Clan has committed countless evils. Today is your day of reckoning!"
"Qian Fan, what arrogance!" A figure emerged from the darkness. "Do you know what happens to those who offend our White Tiger Clan?"
The figure seemed furious, Soul Power spilling from his body as he summoned a long saber and gripped it tightly.
Qian Fan regarded him with disdain. The wings behind him blazed with light, dark purple radiance swirling around them.
"The likes of you dare threaten me?" With that, his hands rapidly formed seals. An enormous dark purple rune took shape before him and blasted toward the saber wielder.
The man darted aside, avoiding the rune's attack, then swung his saber. A vicious blade of light shot straight toward Qian Fan's throat.
Unhurried, Qian Fan shifted slightly to the side and reached out, catching the blade with unbelievable speed.
He squeezed hard, and the saber instantly shattered piece by piece.
Just then, Wang Feifan and the others arrived and joined the battle. Shouts of slaughter mingled with the sounds of colliding Soul Power.
Though the White Tiger Clan resisted desperately, they gradually crumbled beneath the overwhelming assault of Qian Fan and his companions. Seeing the battle turn against him, the figure who had emerged from the darkness tried to flee. How could Qian Fan let him have his way?
With a flap of his wings, Qian Fan instantly appeared before the fleeing figure. He raised a hand and fired a dark purple energy beam.
The figure hastily dodged, but the beam still grazed his shoulder, drawing a muffled grunt of pain.
Qian Fan pressed closer with every step, his hands unleashing spells without pause as dark purple light flashed across the battlefield.
"You must be tired of living, daring to push me, Hu Xiaotian, this far!" As he ran, the man pulled a jade pendant from inside his robes and crushed it.
As the jade pendant shattered, Hu Xiaotian's cultivation began to soar.
"You're courting death..." Qian Fan stopped pursuing him and slowly lifted an arm above his head, clenching his fingers into fists.
Thud!
The fleeing Hu Xiaotian instantly dropped to his knees, as though a mountain had been laid upon him.
"You..." Hu Xiaotian's face flushed crimson with strain, but he could force out only that single word.
Qian Fan appeared before Hu Xiaotian in an instant, the Shadow Battle Axe in his hand, and cleaved downward.
Roll, roll.
Hu Xiaotian's head fell to the ground and rolled several times, his eyes filled with terror-the terror of death.
In just eight minutes,
Qian Fan, with his level 85 Soul Power and the blessing of his fallen angel martial soul,
single-handedly
slew the White Tiger Clan's strongest warrior,
Hu Xiaotian,
a level 74 power attack system Battle Soul Saint.
Everyone else was slaughtered by Qian Fan.
The slaughter lasted only one hour. The White Tiger Clan suffered utter defeat...
The White Tiger Clan had been exterminated, its blood staining the earth red. Qian Fan stood amid pools of blood, his gaze cold and merciless.
Wang Feifan arrived with his men, and his heart shuddered at the horrific scene before him.
"Your Highness, should we plunder the White Tiger Clan's treasures?" Wang Feifan asked cautiously.
Qian Fan nodded. "Take every last piece of loot from the White Tiger Clan. Leave nothing behind!"
He turned, rose into the air, and flew into the distance.
Everyone followed, inwardly breathing a sigh of relief.
Wang Feifan immediately issued an order.
"Everyone, even if you have to turn this place upside down, bring back every treasure!"
The White Tiger Clan's treasures were stripped bare. Laden with their hefty spoils, the men followed Qian Fan back. Along the way, however, Qian Fan suddenly stopped.
He gazed into the distance, his brow tightly furrowed, as though he had sensed something unusual. Wang Feifan approached to ask what was wrong. After a moment's silence, Qian Fan said, "A powerful presence is approaching from ahead."
Everyone's heart jolted, and they stared ahead warily. Gradually, a fierce wind swept toward them. Accompanied by an angry roar, an enormous white tiger appeared before the group.
The white tiger had a massive body, silver fur, and a fierce gleam in its eyes. It was the White Tiger Clan's guardian divine beast-the Howling Moon White Tiger.
The Howling Moon White Tiger glared at Qian Fan and the others, its deafening roar seeming ready to devour everything.
"A mere thirty-thousand-year-old ant dares bark in front of this Holy Son?"
Qian Fan's eyes gradually turned scarlet. An utterly terrifying murderous aura emanated from him, so palpable that it sent chills down everyone's spine.
That murderous aura was so powerful that even a Soul Beast with tens of thousands of years of cultivation felt unprecedented pressure.
The Howling Moon White Tiger had been itching to act, but now it was completely suppressed, unable to move. It could only crouch obediently on the ground, trembling.
Qian Fan walked toward the Howling Moon White Tiger, each step carrying overwhelming pressure.
"Become my pet, or die." Qian Fan's voice was cold and final.
The Howling Moon White Tiger lowered its head and whined, seemingly signaling submission.
The corners of Qian Fan's mouth lifted slightly, and he reached out to stroke the Howling Moon White Tiger's forehead.
"Then come back with me." Qian Fan turned and boarded the flying craft, with the Howling Moon White Tiger following close behind.
The group streaked through the sky, leaving silent ruins behind.
The Dragon Clan's encampment.
"Reporting to Holy Son Long Aotian! According to our spies' investigation, the Taotie Clan and the White Tiger Clan were originally east of the hall. However, our spies reported that the White Tiger Clan's camp was a horrifying sight, with rivers of blood and corpses strewn across the wilderness. From what they learned, the Holy Son of the Seven Star Domain Team single-handedly slaughtered the entire White Tiger Clan in just one hour. His strength is truly terrifying."
The eunuch knelt on the ground, relaying every piece of intelligence the spies had sent.
Long Aotian's expression shifted slightly as he listened.
"To think the Seven Star Domain is this powerful..."
He knew very well that if the Seven Star Domain were allowed to continue growing, it would inevitably threaten the Dragon Clan.
"Pass on my orders. Closely monitor every move the Seven Star Domain makes. Also, is my younger brother Long Xiao's disappearance connected to the Seven Star Domain?"
"At the same time, send people to investigate why they dealt such a vicious blow to the White Tiger Clan."
After issuing his orders, a trace of apprehension flashed through Long Aotian's eyes, only to vanish a moment later.
Long Aotian decided to act personally and meet this Holy Son of the Seven Star Domain.
"Yuan'er, I'm back."
Having washed all the blood from his body, Qian Fan emerged from the temporary bathroom.
As he spoke, Qian Fan opened his arms, ready to embrace Xu Yuan'er.
Yet what greeted him was not Xu Yuan'er's tender embrace,
but a vicious scolding.
"Qian Fan, you shameless brat! How dare you seduce my granddaughter! This Domain Lord cannot share the same sky with you!"
Xu Fangyuan berated Qian Fan through the projection. His terrifying Soul Power seemed intimidating even through the image.
"Hahahaha! Big Brother Qian Fan is getting scolded! Hahahahaha!"
Xu Yuan'er stood to one side, clutching her stomach as she laughed.
Qian Fan looked utterly innocent. "Domain Lord, this is a misunderstanding! I didn't mean to, and Yuan'er and I truly love each other."
Xu Fangyuan roared furiously, "Truly love each other? You bastard, don't think I don't know what you're thinking!"
At that moment, Xu Yuan'er hurried to explain. "Grandpa, don't blame Big Brother Qian Fan. I was the one who fell for him first."
Xu Fangyuan froze. He had not expected his granddaughter to say that. Qian Fan seized the opportunity. "Domain Lord, for Yuan'er's sake, please give us your blessing."
Xu Fangyuan fell silent for a moment, then finally sighed helplessly. "Fine, fine. I can't control you young people. But if you dare mistreat Yuan'er, I'll never let you off!" With that, he ended the projection.
Qian Fan and Xu Yuan'er smiled at each other, their hands clasped tightly together.
Qian Fan gently pinched Xu Yuan'er's cheek. "Don't worry. How could I ever bear to mistreat you?"
A blush rose on Xu Yuan'er's face, and she gave him a coy glare.
Just then, Qian Fan's communicator rang. "Holy Son Qian Fan, Long Aotian requests a call with you."
Qian Fan raised an eyebrow. "Put him through."
The connection opened, and Long Aotian appeared on the screen.
"Holy Son of the Seven Star Domain, it's been a while." The corners of Long Aotian's mouth curled upward in a smile that never reached his eyes.
Qian Fan regarded him coldly. "Get to the point."
"My younger brother Long Xiao has gone missing. I heard he was last seen near your people." Long Aotian went straight to the matter.
Qian Fan's heart tightened. Of course he knew Long Xiao's whereabouts, but he could not tell Long Aotian.
"I don't know," Qian Fan replied flatly.
Long Aotian's gaze turned cold. "Hmph. That had better be true. If I find out you're behind this, you'll bear the consequences!"
Qian Fan burst into laughter.
"Fine. This Holy Son is eager to see how you'll make me bear the consequences. With your level 79 Soul Power?"
"You!"
Long Aotian's face turned scarlet with fury, and he abruptly ended the call.
Qian Fan gave a disdainful sneer. He was not afraid of Long Aotian's threats at all. Turning, he reassured Xu Yuan'er. "Don't worry. He wouldn't dare do anything to me."
Just then, the Howling Moon White Tiger walked over to Qian Fan and rubbed against his leg.
"What's this?"
Xu Yuan'er looked puzzled as she gazed at the adorably goofy little white tiger.
Qian Fan stroked the Howling Moon White Tiger's head. "This is my new pet, the White Tiger Clan's guardian divine beast." Xu Yuan'er's eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, what a cute little white tiger!" Unable to resist, she reached out to pet it.
The Howling Moon White Tiger seemed rather wary of strangers and dodged Xu Yuan'er's hand. Qian Fan smiled. "It only just accepted me as its master. It's still a little shy."
Xu Yuan'er asked curiously, "How did you get it?" Qian Fan told her what had happened with the White Tiger Clan. Xu Yuan'er listened, enthralled, and exclaimed, "You're amazing!"
Qian Fan looked at her dotingly. "With it protecting you from now on, I'll feel a little more at ease." Warmth filled Xu Yuan'er's heart, and she leaned into Qian Fan's embrace.
At that moment, the electronic voice sounded again. "Only three days remain until the Seven Attribute Gate opens. Elites, do your best to survive. These final three days are the true slaughter party. Heh heh heh."
What no one noticed was that
black liquid was steadily seeping up from beneath the ground...
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