When he fought against the guards, he knew that if he lost—and lost badly—the worst he would face was a beating. This wasn’t a life-and-death battle; Wan Qiao wanted him to join the fight. That was the reason she brought him here.
Looking at him, Wan Qiao was utterly surprised. When she first encountered him, he was selling a pill. Lan Feng had done everything he could to conceal his aura, yet despite his efforts, anyone who had t Lan Feng before would undoubtedly recognize him. Just like she did. But at the sa ti, she discovered that his aura intermingled with that of a Human.
Wan Qiao was dissatisfied with Lan Feng. When she tried to train him, the bird never listened to her; when she offered him anything, he didn’t follow her instructions. Instead, he seed to believe a woman had no right to tell him what to do, which led to frequent clashes between the two.
Seeing him alive, Wan Qiao was overwheld with mixed emotions. Part of it was shock and amazent; the other part was fury and indignation. It wasn’t until she stole so of his blood that she truly understood—while this person was Lan Feng, he wasn’t entirely Lan Feng.
The blood she obtained belonged to a ten-year-old boy. However, the aura of this Human boy matched Lan Feng’s aura. This left only one plausible explanation: the soul contract.
When Wan Qiao confird this to be the case, she hurried back to the Divine Domain to make preparations. She started getting ready for Yan Xiaobao, expecting his eventual call. She had anticipated this event but never thought it would happen so quickly. It truly thrilled her.
The earlier he arrived, the easier it would be to mold him. In just the past few months, the young man had increased his physical stamina tenfold and sharpened his combat prowess—especially in his Werewolf form.
Yan Xiaobao and Wan Qiao both shook their heads, clearing away unrelated thoughts before scanning the village once again, now a morial of fallen villagers. They exchanged glances briefly before starting to head in the direction where the delegation had departed.
Determining the correct direction wasn’t difficult. The delegation consisted of over a hundred cultivators, none of whom bothered to conceal their actions. They rampaged through the forest, slaughtering beasts and plants alike.
In their wake were tracks left by beasts, evidence that the delegation had indeed captured so villagers. This was when Yan Xiaobao and Wan Qiao both saw sothing red; both were fiercely determined to rescue the villagers and teach the delegation what happens to Humans who enter the Divine Domain and wreak havoc.
As Yan Xiaobao and Wan Qiao pressed deeper into the forest, more and more guards joined their ranks. None could match Wan Qiao in speed, but one by one, they gathered, forming an ever-growing group chasing after the delegation.
"We’ll catch up to them tonight," Wan Qiao said, her eyes narrowing, the murderous intent rolling off her like waves. It was a bloodthirsty intent as intense as the red fog hidden within the Werewolf side of Yan Xiaobao.
As more guards joined, her killing aura expanded. Eventually, every less-intelligent Magic Beast—those incapable of assuming Human form—fled desperately from the bloody and terrifying group of magical creatures. The beasts instinctively felt their territorial drive to protect their lands, quickening their pace as they rushed toward the delegation, which was slaughtering its way through the cherished lands of these creatures.
"Captain Song, my understanding was that we ca here as a delegation—a group wishing to et with the residents of the Divine Domain to peacefully gain information about this place. How can we possibly explain to our superiors what happened to the last village? As a delegation, hasn’t our mission already failed?" The speaker was a stunning young woman who appeared to be around twenty-five years old. Her features were graceful and devoid of any trace of immaturity. She exuded an air of maturity, yet at this mont, she seed troubled and upset.
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