Chapter Twelve: Does It Truly Belong to You?
The King of Violent Wolves faced off against the King of Violent Sheep.
Both beasts’ eyes burned with fury as they stared at each other, eager to swallow the other whole.
“Ugh!”
“Meh!”
The King of Violent Wolves roared in anger, and the King of Violent Sheep refused to be outdone, responding with his own roar.
Suddenly, the King of Violent Wolves, whose anger had reached its limit, leaped into the air and spat out a massive wind blade.
That wind blade contained two colors—gold and cyan—demonstrating the power of a being at the Divine Weapon stage, capable of merging two laws to unleash a hybrid spell.
The King of Violent Sheep, also at the Divine Weapon stage, naturally wouldn’t back down. He stood firm on all four legs, and rings of light emerged from his golden horns, flying toward the wind blade. Those rings contained the laws of metal and earth, resulting in golden and yellow colors alternating along them.
Crack…
When the wind blade collided with the rings, intense bursts of sound erupted, even louder than the self-destructive blasts from the Storm Wolves and Golden-Horned Sheep earlier.
After the violent energy dissipated, the King of Violent Wolves and the King of Violent Sheep still stood in their places, continuing to hate each other.
All the Storm Wolves were dead, and out of fifty thousand Golden-Horned Sheep, less than five hundred remained. Such an outcome filled the leaders of both beast tribes with sorrow. The King of Violent Wolves was heartbroken that his Storm Wolf tribe no longer existed, and he would now have to wander through the Mountain Range of Violent Beasts. The King of Violent Sheep was saddened that his Golden-Horned Sheep tribe would have to live cautiously, always on guard against attacks from other beast tribes in the mountain range.
Ugh! The King of Violent Wolves leaped again and spat out five more wind blades in rapid succession, aiming to kill the King of Violent Sheep.
With his Storm Wolf tribe gone, he couldn’t allow the Golden-Horned Sheep tribe to survive—this was the King of Violent Wolves’ mindset. Thus, he resolved to kill the King of Violent Sheep first before dealing with those at the Divine Human stage among the Golden-Horned Sheep.
Meh! How could the King of Violent Sheep simply submit? His golden horns emitted more rings of light, continuing to confront the incoming wind blades.
Another series of deafening noises followed, leaving both leaders evenly matched once more. They glared at each other, their hatred growing even stronger.
Suddenly, instead of launching a spell attack right away, the King of Violent Wolves started running rapidly around the ground, circling the King of Violent Sheep.
Clearly, he wanted to take advantage of the moment when the King of Violent Sheep wasn’t paying attention to launch a sudden attack and eliminate him outright.
The King Sheep bleated angrily; it had already seen through the King Wolf’s intentions and naturally wouldn’t let it attack it so easily. So it too started running quickly and lunged at the King Wolf, forcing it to defend against its attacks.
With their speeds equal, the King Sheep’s initiative meant the King Wolf couldn’t circle around it and had to meet its attacks head-on.
A beam of light shot from the Golden Horn, like a sharp dagger, aimed straight at the King Wolf. The front of the dagger was golden, the back yellow, embodying both the principles of metal and earth. If it struck the King Wolf, it would surely cut through its body, slowing it down and possibly allowing the King Sheep to torment it to death.
The King Wolf had been familiar with the Golden Horn Sheep’s attack patterns since childhood. Seeing the dagger coming, it spat out its own dagger, one infused with the principle of metal and the other with that of wood.
The two daggers clashed—metal against metal, wood against earth. The King Wolf’s dagger had the upper hand, but after the collision, its power diminished significantly, dissipating before it could reach the King Sheep.
Grinning, the King Wolf took advantage of its superior magic to leap at the King Sheep and bite at its neck.
The King Sheep was equally agile; it swung its body backward sharply, dodging the attack, then used its golden horn to push forward, trying to pierce the King Wolf’s head.
The King Wolf suddenly fell to the ground, got up beneath the King Sheep, and pushed it over with force.
The two leaders abandoned magical attacks and engaged in close combat. As the King Sheep fell, it immediately used its Golden Horn to cast a spell—a golden and yellow halo that blocked the King Wolf’s continued attacks. Then it got back on its feet, glaring angrily at the King Wolf.
Again, neither leader had an advantage.
The King Wolf, being more cunning than the King Sheep, realized it couldn’t win and that fighting further would yield no benefit. So it decided to try another approach.
Suddenly, it turned and ran away, heading straight for the Golden Horn Sheep lying on the ground. Clearly, it planned to attack those Golden Horn Sheep first before dealing with the King Sheep.
The King Sheep recognized the King Wolf’s intentions and immediately ran over, trying to stop its murderous rampage. Yet, it was still a step too late—the two beasts were equally fast, and with the King Wolf suddenly speeding away, it quickly left the King Sheep far behind.
Meh…
The King Wolf charged forward, unleashing gusts of wind blades that instantly killed the Golden-Horned Sheep lying on the ground. Though desperate, the Golden-Horned Sheep lacked the strength to resist; they could only let out a mournful cry before dying.
Behind, the King Sheep kept using its golden horns to launch attacks, but none hit the King Wolf, nor could they stop its killings. It could only roar in fury, with no other options.
The King Wolf successfully killed one after another of the Golden-Horned Sheep, wiping out a hundred in no time. Just as it prepared to continue slaughtering the survivors, the King Sheep could no longer bear the torment.
“Meh… meh… meh meh…”
The King Sheep stopped and let out an angry roar, issuing orders to the four hundred still living Golden-Horned Sheep. This command was made using the unique voice of the Golden-Horned Sheep herd—so gentle it didn’t sound angry, and thus failed to draw the King Wolf’s full attention.
The King Wolf approached another Golden-Horned Sheep lying on the ground, about to strike it with a wind blade. Suddenly, the sheep leaped up and exploded mid-air.
Pop…
A violent surge of golden primordial energy rushed forth, too fast for the King Wolf to fully dodge. It had no choice but to absorb the impact with its own body.
Thud.
The King Wolf fell to the ground, its entire right side covered in blood, so severe that it was barely recognizable. Undoubtedly, it was now gravely injured and no longer capable of fighting the other Golden-Horned Sheep.
At that moment, the King Sheep, with a fierce gaze, rushed up to the King Wolf and let out a pleased cry.
It believed it had won this battle for territory!
Just as it prepared to use its golden horns to cast a spell and kill the King Wolf, tears welled up in the latter’s eyes, revealing a look of sorrow and resentment.
Boom!
The King Wolf exploded!
Yes, the Wolf King knew that once his body was injured, even if he managed to escape the pursuit of the Golden-Horned Ram, he would surely not be able to avoid attacks from other beasts in the Beast Mountains, and his end would be certain. Since his death was caused by the Golden-Horned Ram, the Wolf King could not let them go. Therefore, he decided to use self-destruction to severely injure the Ram King, so that the group of Golden-Horned Rams would lose their leader and eventually be killed by all the other beasts in the Beast Mountains.
As expected, the Ram King had become complacent and slightly lost his vigilance, and was immediately struck by the intense energy from the Wolf King’s self-destruction. His entire body split open, and a large amount of blood flowed out, covering his body completely. Yet, the Ram King was not dead yet; he still had a glimmer of life left.
The remaining four hundred Golden-Horned Rams struggled to get up from the ground, slowly gathered around the Ram King, then fell back to the ground, continuing to rest and recover their strength.
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The second leader of Qingfeng Fort had been sensing the battle in the valley from the peak all along. Naturally, he already knew the outcome of the battle between the two groups of beasts and realized it was time for him to intervene. He took out a ring and chuckled lightly, “A storage ring—seems I brought the right item. I didn’t manage to collect those thousand Divine Crystal Trees, but now there are over ten thousand here. If I collect them all, Qingfeng Fort’s strength will rise rapidly, and it will soon become the strongest fort in the Hundred Forts Mountain Region. That’s just a matter of time.”
A storage ring is a divine artifact used in the Divine Realm to store living creatures. Ordinary cultivators don’t have the means to afford such rings, but as the fifth-strongest fort in the Hundred Forts Mountain Region, Qingfeng Fort managed to acquire one. With a smile, the second leader immediately took off and flew toward the valley.
Soon, he reached the skies above the valley and descended near the severely injured Ram King. With a cold smile on his lips and a triumphant expression, he looked at the corpses of the Golden-Horned Rams and the Wild Storm Wolves, his eyes filled with ecstasy.
The Golden-Horned Rams resting on the ground naturally noticed the approaching second leader and sensed his intense murderous intent. They struggled to get up again, staring at him hostilely.
“You beasts can no longer threaten me. Just accept your death obediently,” the second leader said triumphantly, already drawing a precious sword from his hand.
This sword is called the Wind Forest Sword, a divine artifact only at the Divine Being level, containing solely the principles of wood. However, in the hands of the Second Chief, it can unleash its full power, making it effortless to deal with these severely injured Golden-Horned Wild Sheep.
Suddenly, the Second Chief swung the Wind Forest Sword, generating wind blades that resembled fierce winds in a forest, making it impossible to breathe. As the wind blades swept by, the more than four hundred Golden-Horned Wild Sheep were cut apart, falling once again in pain with mournful cries.
The Second Chief merely sneered and swung the Wind Forest Sword again, sending more waves of wind blades that slaughtered all of the Golden-Horned Wild Sheep.
The Blood-Soaked Body of the Wild Sheep King trembled, expressing its sorrow.
“Haha, over sixty thousand beast cores! I can expand all the spiritual entities of metal and wood within me to their limits. From now on, I’ll be the strongest in Qingfeng Camp. In the entire Hundred Camps Mountain Region, I’ll rank among the top three.” Seeing the Wild Sheep King’s reaction, the Second Chief shouted even more triumphantly.
Suddenly, the Wild Sheep King rose to its feet, rushed in front of the Second Chief, and then exploded.
“Bastard…”
The Second Chief shouted in anger, but he couldn’t stop the Wild Sheep King’s final explosion. Violent energies of metal and earth burst forth, hitting the Second Chief immediately.
In desperation, the Second Chief released all the spiritual entities of metal and wood within him, forming a shield of gold and green in front of him to resist the fierce energy attacks.
Miraculously, he managed to block them, but he was exhausted and collapsed to the ground.
“That was dangerous! I almost lost my life. But now there’s no need to worry—everything here belongs to me now.” After recovering from his shock, the Second Chief’s face once again showed ecstasy.
“Really? Does everything here really belong to you?”
Suddenly, Qu Yi, Wu Yuan, and Qing Wu Gui appeared in front of the Second Chief. Qu Yi even smiled at him and greeted him.