No One Else Survived

When everyone in the tent looked toward him, Zhang Xiaohua raised a hand in greeting, a confident smile curling his lips. The smile was faint, but in Lu Chaoxian and the others' eyes, it brimmed with immense confidence. In an instant, firm conviction rose in their hearts: this seemingly ordinary junior brother would surely bring them an unexpected surprise.

Sure enough, as Zhang Xiaohua strolled unhurriedly toward the tent, two thunder tigers pounced at him from either side. Yet Zhang Xiaohua remained utterly composed. With a sweep of his short sword, he split open one thunder tiger's head in an instant too swift for the others to see clearly. Then he raised his left foot and kicked the other thunder tiger squarely in the throat. With a soft crack, the beast opened its mouth, then crumpled limply to the ground. At that moment, the remaining thunder tigers and blood wolves charged in from the side as well.

Seeing so many savage beasts attack at once, Lu Chaoxian could not help closing his eyes. He had witnessed such tragedies countless times the night before, and truly did not wish to suffer that grief and terror again. Yet after a while, he heard none of Zhang Xiaohua's screams. Instead, the beasts shrieked one after another. Since when had Junior Brother Ren become so valiant? Lu Chaoxian muttered to himself.

Only after the screams outside the tent had ceased did Lu Chaoxian dare open his eyes. Sure enough, several savage beasts lay in pools of blood, while Zhang Xiaohua, still faintly frowning, walked toward... the side of the tent.

Lu Chaoxian froze. Were there more savage beasts nearby?

But immediately afterward, Zhang Xiaohua appeared again at the entrance of the tent and walked inside.

The moment Zhang Xiaohua entered, a nauseating sour stench