Thousand-Year Tree Heart, Returning in Triumph!

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"Go!"

In an instant, the old man hurled the young Wood Race warrior in his hand out of the swamp, and the white bone spear that followed pierced straight through his body, carrying him down into the swamp.

"Ah... Elder Chun!" the young Wood Race warrior roared as he was thrown a thousand zhang away and crashed into an ancient forest.

Whoosh!

At that moment, Qingyang Huan pulled his stone spear from a Wood Race corpse and charged toward where the young warrior had fallen!

That old Wood Race bastard had thrown the young warrior out even as he died. Clearly, there was more to this, and Qingyang Huan rushed out of the swamp in relentless pursuit.

Under the assault of over a thousand Qingyang Tribe soldiers, these mere three or four hundred Wood Race warriors could hardly stir up any waves.

Perhaps the Human Race's strength did not stand at the pinnacle of the entire Great Wilderness, but this was the heartland of the Human Race. Powerful foreign races simply could not infiltrate it.

Small bands of foreign races were not uncommon in Human Race lands, however, so when it came to slaughtering them, the Qingyang Clan's men had nothing but killing intent in their eyes.

These foreign races roaming within Human Race territory were like packs of wild wolves, lurking in the darkness, waiting for opportunities and eyeing the Human Race tribes across the vast land. They joined forces, gathering into organized warbands to attack Human Race tribes and villages.

They naturally did not dare provoke the Qingyang Clan, yet in the past year alone, there had been dozens of tribal exterminations under the clan's jurisdiction. Although most had been small Human Race settlements, each held a thousand or even several thousand people, and some tribes numbered ten thousand. Counted this way, countless members of the Human Race shed their blood every year.

Every year, Qingyang Tribe soldiers fell at the hands of foreign races while trying to cleanse the lands within ten thousand li of them. Even with the Qingyang Clan doing its utmost to suppress and slaughter them, it still could not wipe them out.

Facing these foreign races, the blood Qi erupting from the Qingyang Tribe soldiers boiled like fire. Their killing intent was biting, and every strike was ruthless, seeking a kill with a single blow.

By then, Qingyang Huan had already charged out of the swamp. The young Wood Race warrior from earlier fled deeper into the ancient forest without looking back. The Human Race's sudden attack had caught them unprepared.

Scattered bloodstains dotted the ground. Qingyang Huan followed them through the ancient forest, with more than ten Qingyang Tribe soldiers catching up behind him. To these soldiers, their young lord's safety came first, and hunting down the Wood Race came second.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

In an instant, Qingyang Huan leaped into the air. Several vines shot through the air and stabbed into the place where his feet had just been, followed by several more lashing toward him.

Thwack!

His stone spear smashed down, chopping the vines apart, and he retreated. The young Wood Race warrior was hiding somewhere around him, having blended into the ancient forest.

"Human Race brat, you count as a genius. I'm right here. Do you dare come and fight me?" An icy voice rang out immediately afterward.

Yet the next instant, Qingyang Huan retreated ten zhang and joined the Qingyang Tribe soldiers catching up from behind.

"Set it on fire!"

A cold sneer curled his lips. Qingyang possessed absolute strength to slaughter this little band of Wood Race warriors, and he still preferred crushing them in the most direct way.

As Qingyang's young lord, Qingyang's power was his strength. A Wood Race warrior fleeing in panic had already lost the right!

At once, the dozen or so men who had caught up flung the leather pouches on their backs into the surrounding ancient forest, and flames immediately blazed.

"Ah..."

A scream came from the flames. Ancient trees trembled all around, and vines abruptly contracted as though pricked by needles. A little over ten zhang ahead, an ancient tree rustled, and then a figure squeezed out of it.

"The young lord of a clan, yet you don't even have the courage to fight! Qingyang truly has no one left!" The Wood Race warrior who squeezed out of the ancient tree shouted fiercely, trying to goad Qingyang Huan into coming forward, but Qingyang Huan ignored him entirely.

Yet at that moment, Qingyang Huan did not hesitate at all. He sprinted ten zhang, leaped abruptly, then came crashing down and stamped directly onto the Wood Race warrior.

Bang!

The young Wood Race warrior's chest caved in beneath his foot, his face twisting hideously at once. Qingyang Huan rode him down to the ground, crushing his bones underfoot.

"Ah..."

A wolf-like howl rang out. Qingyang Huan brought his other foot down on the Wood Race warrior's chest again, and bones cracked. Then he kicked him toward the Qingyang Tribe soldiers.

With who knew how many bones broken, the Wood Race warrior was sent flying again, blood spilling straight from his mouth. A Qingyang man behind them caught him in midair with both hands and slammed him into the ground again, producing another series of bone-crunching sounds.

By then, the young Wood Race warrior lay on the ground like a puddle of sludge.

Bang!

Yet Qingyang Huan brought his foot down directly onto his face. The Wood Race warrior could only howl like a ferocious beast.

"You want to challenge me? Are you qualified?"

Qingyang Huan sneered aloud and pressed down harder with his foot. The young Wood Race warrior screamed as Qingyang Huan reached toward his mangled chest. Amid the blood welling there, a glimmer of green light shone.

Paying no heed to his bloodstained hand, he held a green bead no larger than a thumb in his palm, shimmering with light.

Thousand-Year Tree Heart!

At the sight of it, delight appeared in Qingyang Huan's eyes. This was the treasure that old Wood Race bastard had tried to send away!

The Great Wilderness held endless wonders, and all living things between heaven and earth struggled for their lives. The earth bestowed all manner of natural fortunes upon them. This Thousand-Year Wood Heart was a fine treasure indeed, one that could only possibly form within ancient trees several thousand years old. It contained incomparably refined plant essence and was a precious medicine for treating injuries.

"Take him back!"

Putting away the Thousand-Year Wood Heart, Qingyang Huan no longer looked at the Wood Race warrior lying like sludge beneath his feet. Heaven truly favored Qingyang. With this Wood Heart, the grand elder might have hope. If he could advance another step, it would mean a lifespan of three hundred years, and Qingyang would gain another Spirit Seizing Realm expert!

A clan soldier picked up the half-dead Wood Race warrior and followed Qingyang Huan back toward the battlefield!

The swamp had already been stained with blood, severed limbs scattered everywhere. Not one of the more than four hundred Wood Race warriors had escaped; all had been killed or captured. At that moment, Qingyang's clan soldiers were clearing the battlefield.

The men paid no heed to the gore, gathering all the Wood Race corpses, casually binding them with vines, and hoisting them onto their shoulders.

Other soldiers gathered the remains of their fallen clansmen. Bloody combat had already become part of their daily lives, and in their hearts, they had long been prepared for their comrades to fall.

"Little Huan, how did it go?" Seeing Qingyang Huan return, Qingyang Luan's worry subsided. He was likewise drenched in blood. In the earlier battle, he had single-handedly killed four Divine Treasure Realm Wood Race warriors in succession, and his raging blood Qi still surged like a tide.

Seeing Qingyang Huan nod, he delayed no further and called loudly to the soldiers around him.

"Back to the tribe!"

"Awoo! Awoo! Awoo!"

The clan soldiers, each reeking heavily of blood, roared and began gathering together.

Carrying the remains of their departed brothers, their gravely wounded brothers, and the bloody bones of the Wood Race, the Qingyang Tribe soldiers began returning to the tribe.

Among them were more than fifty Wood Race captives. Every bone in their bodies had been shattered, and they were dragged along like heaps of sludge.

These, too, were gains from this battle. The Wood Race's blood Qi was mild, without the violent nature of ferocious beasts' blood Qi essence. Thus, they would be penned up and supplied with ferocious beast blood Qi, then have the blood Qi essence extracted from their bodies at regular intervals for the tribe's children to cultivate.

Harvested crop after crop like this, supplying blood Qi for the tribal children's body tempering, living Wood Race captives were worth far more than dead ones!

After joining the clansmen guarding the Scale-Horned Horses, the Qingyang Tribe soldiers galloped toward the Qingyang Mountain Range, returning to the mountains by nightfall.