Before long, Chen Menglin and the other two returned, looking somewhat weather-beaten.
Everyone belonging to the Chen Clan came forward to greet them.
Shen Lang swept his gaze over them and asked impatiently, "Was the Silver Wolf Saint King killed?"
Ma Zhibin slapped his hands together in frustration and sighed. "It got away."
Looking gloomy, Chen Menglin added, "A Holy King tier Storm War Eagle came to its aid. We saw no hope of catching them, so we returned."
The Storm War Eagle was a top-tier Soul Beast-the superior form of a Martial Soul such as Zhang Ci's Gale Eagle.
Ma Zhibin curled his lip. "What a shame. That Silver Wolf Saint King is damn lucky. It escaped both major battles. What rotten luck!"
Chen Menglin sighed in frustration as well. "Its rotten luck is backed by real strength, too. Now that it's escaped, who knows what trouble it'll stir up later?"
Xue Chuxin remained composed as she said calmly, "At least we wounded it somewhat this time. That should keep it lying low for a few years."
Cheng Yun frowned slightly, puzzled. "Why would a Holy King tier Storm War Eagle appear on the outskirts of Zhongnan Mountain?"
Shen Lang's eyes flickered as he ventured, "Great General, was it the Holy King tier Soul Beast that helped surround and attack the old bookworm?"
Xue Chuxin's beautiful green hair stirred gently in the breeze. She nodded and answered simply, "Yes."
Shen Lang exhaled, his expression souring. "That explains it. It seems there must be even stronger Soul Beasts behind the Silver Wolf Saint King and the Storm War Eagle."
Xue Chuxin was silent for a moment. "That was to be expected."
Chen Xiaojun parted his lips, a barely perceptible warmth in his voice. "Uncle Ma, you came too."
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