Chapter 676: Chapter 672: Final Battle (30)
The me smoothed over all of King Crane’s wounds, while also trapping the two pursuing Luan Birds.
With several cries of distress, the cornered Luan Birds began to beg for mercy, but the triumphant King Crane couldn’t let them go. Forgiveness is a virtue only humans uphold, in the world of beasts, every affront was repaid in kind!
As the storm gathered, King Crane, with his zing wings spread, became the sovereign of mes. With a limitless aura of dominance, he burned the two Luan Birds into charred corpses.
“Screech~~~~~”
The king cleansed the traitors, King Crane dispersed the storm, approaching the fruit that emanated a seven-colored radiance.
By the fire tree, endless bird songs and the pping of wings filled the air. They were watching the king of the beast valley approach the tree fruit.
However, fear ultimately suppressed the birds’ greed. After all, not even the most foolish brute would jump into a fire.
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On the shores of the North Mountain, the warriors of Tang n boarded the ship and were fully prepared to advance towards the South Ridge.
Inside the main gship’s cabin, Tang Zuo and Cui Ying were chatting and drinking together. If any other n leaders saw this scene, they would definitely be taken aback.
Was this the defiant leader who dared to question Tang Zhi’s opinion in the main hall?
“Your courage and strategies have always impressed me, Tang n’s leader. With this group of sturdy soldiers, led by the top Martial Ancestors of Tang n in Xiling, nothing can stop us along the Lingjiang. This is worth celebrating!” Cui Yingplimented Tang n while refilling Tang Zuo’s empty cup, his intent to curry favor was obvious.
Tang Zuo, with a full wine cup and a smile on his face, said: “Without Brother Cui’s support, this alliance would not have been so sessful. This toast is for you.”
“Thank you, Sect Head!” Cui Ying, looking pleased, put down the wine pot and clinked sses with Tang Zuo, drinking it all in one gulp.
After the warm wine entered his belly, Tang Zuo put down the empty cup and said to Cui Ying with a rxed tone: “I’ve remembered Brother Cui’s request. After eradicating the Mi n and unifying Xiling, our next step will be to attack Lanshan City.”
Upon hearing the words “Lanshan City”, Cui Ying, who was holding the wine pot, couldn’t help but pause. A fierce hatred shed in his eyes, but he modestly responded: “There is no rush, we will follow the alliance leader’s decision.”
The Cui Family was expelled from Lanshan City by a fewrge ns. Expulsion was never a gentle affair. Hundreds of years of umtion were plundered, and less than thirty percent of the Cui Family managed to escape. If the Cui Family’s Martial Ancestors were not proficient in battle, their n would have be history over hundreds of years. His vengeance ran deep, and as the first family to make contact with Tang Zuo, Cui Ying’s request had remained the same. He wanted the ns of Lanshan City to have no ce to be buried!
However, Cui Ying was well aware that dealing with the Mi n was of utmost importance at the moment. As a powerful nparable to Tang n in Xiling, he never dared to dream of taking over South Ridge without a fight.
But afterwards, with two Wancheng Treasure Ships in hand, the vitality of the alliance would recover at an astonishing rate. A gentleman’s revenge is not toote even after ten years, and Cui Ying had plenty of time. He would personally reim everything those ns owed to the Cui Family!
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South Ridge Wind Media Tower
Forced to raise therge formation ahead of schedule, Mi Jin finally lost her patience. Luckily, the main Martial Ancestors of the Mi n had all rushed back. Although some had already lost their fighting capacity, being able to get out of that cruel battlefield was fortunate enoughpared to the dozen or so family stewards who would forever remain on the North Mountain.
The return of the main Martial Ancestors gave Mi Jin renewed confidence because finding the root cause of the Beast Valley’s disturbance was of utmost importance for the moment.
“Senior Elder, the Flowery ming Feather Crane is extremely important to the Mi n. Only your soul mark can control this beast. Please take a trip to Beast Valley and find out what happened,” Mi Jin requested the recently returned Mi Yang.
Although Mi Yang’s fighting power had greatly decreased after losing both of his arms, the power of his Dharma Body, the Illusory Willow, remained undiminished. Only he could subdue and pacify the King Crane among all the allied members of the Mi n. This was the significance of being a Senior Elder.
“I shall set off immediately.”
“Wait.” Mi Jin stopped Mi Yang, who was hurrying to Beast Valley, and turned to Mi Chen: “Commander Chen, please choose five teams of Martial Ancestors to apany the Senior Elder to Beast Valley. Right now, the warriors of the Xiao family are lurking around South Ridge, waiting to strike. Don’t let them seize the opportunity.”
It had to be said that Mi Jin’s response was very thorough. However, she didn’t know that the Flowery ming Feather Crane was no longer the n’s beast king she remembered, but rather the nightmare of all South Ridge.
Once, someone asked why the human race enved beasts. Some people responded thus: because we wanted to reim everything the Demon Race owed the Human Race.
Actually, everything used to be on the menu of the Demon Race, not just the human race, but no race had the memory capacity of humans.
Through words and history, humans attributed all past darkness and suffering to beasts, so beasts were brutal and terrifying. Even if they were enved horribly now, it was their own fault.
Those powerful dragons and phoenixes could only serve as battle beasts for the human race; those strong horses and oxen had tobour for humans; even the ferocious tigers and leopards had their wildness erased by the Beast Tamers and could only whimper at the feet of humans.
As one of the Holy Lands, the Beast Taming Sect kept all possible tamable beasts in captivity. As for the wild ones, they were utterly killed.
Humans were like this—overbearing. Therefore, for beasts, an era of flourishing martial arts was the worst era.
How does one measure a good beast? One, it must obey; two, it must be powerful.
Good, in the mouths of humans, was never objectively good. You had to be useful to me.
Why did the Mi n choose this Flowery ming Feather Crane from the vast Feather Tribe to be the king of Beast Valley? Rarity was only part of the reason. Importantly, it was obedient.
But no one ever thought about why the King Crane was so obedient. It’s because this breed of bird was very smart.
They were keen to distinguish between strength and weakness. This allowed them to understand who they could fight and who they could not.
So even when branded by the Soul Mark and enved by the Human Race, it never thought about rebelling because the Mi n’s Martial Ancestors were too powerful. Hence, the beast mark was passed down from generation to generation.
The evolution of the Demon Race was crueler than that of the martial way. Except for the Dragon Phoenix, the chosen race, even beasts with divine beast bloodlines dared not say they could achieve the position of Demon King.
But every beast that could achieve the position of Demon King, regardless of their past gentleness, would be extremely brutal, even including some herd beasts.
Because the Demon Race, which follows the junglew of the survival of the fittest, always makes a clear distinction between life levels. Once I am stronger than you, then in my eyes, you are food.
Among the egrets and ck hawks of the Feather Tribe, fratricide was a tradition. In a nest of chicks, the stronger ones would peck the smaller ones to death. They did not choose the times when their parents were out hunting, but killed their siblings in front of their parents.
And their mother or father just calmly stood by the nest, without any reaction.
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