The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 299 - 250: The Old Fart Has Gone Mad

As Caelan Phoenix charged toward Great Shaman Ignis Fawkes, the entire battlefield seemed to freeze.

Corbin Crowley’s bone wings hovered mid-air, his silver eyes filled with shock.

Though he didn’t know what was happening, seeing Luna out of danger allowed him a momentary sigh of relief, to carry on battling with undistracted ferocity.

Rhys Blackwood’s cold serpentine eyes threw an incredulous glance over here, still coiling the neck of a Phoenix Clan warrior with his tail, the disbelief hard to articulate.

He even forgot he was still amidst the battlefield, only jolted to focus when a Phoenix Clan warrior took advantage to strike him.

"Courting death!"

The icy glint flashed in Rhys Blackwood’s eyes, his snake tail lashed out like lightning, instantly sending the assailant flying.

Zeke Veridian’s emerald eyes gleamed with cold light, the scene just now was so startling, he thought it was an illusion.

In the blink of an eye, a Phoenix Clan’s Tenth Rank Tributor, who had been murderous moments ago, kneeled and called Luna Sutton master?

As if possessed.

Even witnessing it firsthand felt unfathomable.

Yet this shifted the situation instantly.

"Slay them!"

Enduring the shooting pain from his abdominal wound, his fingertips unleashed Wind Blades that poured out like torrential rain, instantly slaughtering surrounding enemies.

Lyle Sutton also noted the situation afar, The Old Wolf King went momentarily dazed, then burst out laughing hysterically, "Hahaha, heaven truly favors our Wolf Tribe!"

Finishing his laughter, his fur stood like steel needles as he led the tribe warriors into a fierce counterattack.

Malachi Arcanus snapped out of shock, baring his teeth as he struggled to climb from the heap of dead leaves, seizing the moment as a Fire Phoenix Warrior hesitated, using the last of his strength, he lunged forward to bite the opponent’s neck.

"Ah—"

The scream abruptly ceased as another headless corpse fell.

In the night sky.

"Old folks, have you gone mad?"

Another Tenth Rank Tributor, Lian Phoenix, transformed into a Fire Phoenix and maneuvered swiftly, intending to intercept but nearly crashed into a cliff.

Great Shaman Ignis Fawkes’ Crow Feather Cloak exploded open, her skeletal fingers trembled as she pointed furiously at her former companion, cursing, "Caelan... you old fool have you taken the wrong medicine..."

Her response was a streak of Phoenix True Fire.

In all eyes filled with shock, the Phoenix Clan’s Tenth Rank Tributor personally shattered the head of this witch, discarding her like rubbish.

The remnants of Sylvan’s soul let out a piercing scream, twisting in an attempt to flee but was devoured by the Phoenix True Fire from Caelan Phoenix’s palm.

"No—"

The remnant soul turned to smoke and dissipated in the flames.

"Old fool, you’ve gone insane!"

Lian Phoenix charged ahead in fury, cursing Caelan Phoenix thousands of times internally, completely at a loss with what madness had gripped his old comrade today.

Silas Valerius couldn’t be bothered to intervene, letting Lian Phoenix and Caelan Phoenix, those two old geezers, go at each other’s throats, their usual united front deteriorating into amusing chaos.

Meanwhile, at Beast King City.

The Old Beast King’s funeral had just concluded, Kian Sterling stood atop a high platform, preparing for the ascension ceremony.

He donned a white robe, ten brilliant white fox tails softly swayed behind him, accentuating his eerie countenance.

The Old Beast King granted succession at his life’s end, with Kian Sterling being an Eighth Rank in power, he had evolved into the fabled Ten-Tailed Celestial Fox.

He inherited the Beast King title, with no objections from various elders, priests, and witches of The Fox Clan, a perfectly deserving ascension.

Second Prince Silas Sterling did have opinions but was promptly disregarded.

His prowess and aptitude were less than even the deceased First Prince Nolan Sterling, let alone Kian Sterling.

Despite Silas Sterling’s internal discontent, he understood his own limitations, choosing instead to reconcile with being a member of The Royal Family for The Fox Clan.

Kian Sterling stood atop the high platform, looking down at the Beast King Seal in his hand, accompanied by the priest’s lengthy prayers.

Suddenly, an intense pain erupted from the partner’s imprint on his chest.

His expression shifted dramatically.

"Luna..."

He clutched the Beast King Seal tightly, the ten fox tails behind him exploding open like a screen of snow.

The crowd at the ceremony gazed in shock at the platform, uncomprehending of what transpired.

The newly appointed Beast King’s face, why did it appear so grim?

"Third Prince?"

The Old Priest’s prayer got stuck in his throat.

Kian Sterling tore off the crown, thrusting the Beast King Seal to the elder beside him, "Prepare the Nine-Winged Beast, immediately!"

The scene erupted in chaos.

Several elders rushed forward to obstruct, "Your Highness, no, the ascension ceremony is incomplete..."

Kian Sterling, filled with urgent dread, spared no time for explanations, "Something important has arisen, the ceremony will be postponed!"

Amidst the gaze of astonishment, he transformed into the Ten-Tailed Celestial Fox, leaping from the platform heading straight for the beast stables.

Suddenly recalling something, he turned his head around, his exquisite fox eyes gleaming coldly, "Priest, Great Elder, gather three hundred elite to accompany me, other elders follow suit."

His voice conveyed unprecedented urgency, shocking the vicinity into silence.

The Old Priest hesitated, "The Sky-mist Canyon? Why go there for no reason?"

"Cut the nonsense, move fast!"

Kian Sterling, frantic with worry, couldn’t bother with explanations.

The Old Priest, despite his puzzlement, dared not delay, promptly gathering personnel.

Soon, several dozen rode Ninth-Rank Flying Beasts swiftly towards Sky-mist Canyon.

By night, under a starlit sky, within Sky-mist Canyon’s depths, the battle had shifted dramatically.

Luna Sutton sat on the ground, using her powers to heal herself, yet her gaze aimed at the distant sky.

There, Caelan Phoenix and Lian Phoenix, those two old phoenixes, engaged fiercely.

Silas Valerius transformed into the Azure Dragon coiled in the clouds, enjoying the spectacle, initially confused by the commotion but now gradually deciphering the situation.

Evidently, the girl secretly applied a Slave Mark to Caelan Phoenix, an exceptionally clever one.

Just how the girl managed this remained unclear.

But this was neither the time to inquire, the dragon eyes locked onto the battling phoenixes mid-air, wondering who would emerge victorious.

Caelan Phoenix, though under Luna Sutton’s control, retained his original prowess, matched evenly against Lian Phoenix.

The two phoenixes clashed from the skies to the ground, from the ground to the mountainside, flames splintering, rocks shattering, a drawn-out battle of equal force.

Luna Sutton, while healing, hollered encouragement, not forgetting to cheer Caelan Phoenix on, "Caelan, old man, go, don’t lose!"

Everyone: "..."

For once, they witnessed such bizarre warfare, truly, too weird.

Lian Phoenix, further enraged, became incensed beyond measure, utterly clueless of what was happening.

Knowing Caelan Phoenix for decades, understanding his prideful and self-assured nature, he knew the other would never betray The Phoenix Clan, let alone accept a young girl as his master.

There must be something strange about this!

"Caelan, what on earth is happening?"

Lian Phoenix, dodging an attempt to strike him down, couldn’t help but roar angrily, "Do you truly intend to betray The Phoenix Clan?"

Caelan Phoenix, hearing this, a hint of struggle flashed across his face.

He naturally didn’t wish to betray The Phoenix Clan, yet his body was entirely uncontrollable, only able to heed Luna Sutton’s commands.

"I..."

He was about to speak when Luna Sutton’s voice suddenly rang out, "Caelan, stop babbling, quickly seize that old phoenix."

Caelan Phoenix’s eyes flashed with helplessness, forced to continue his attack.

He vehemently took flight towards Lian Phoenix, Phoenix True Fire igniting between his wings, forcing the other to fall from the sky.

"You crazy old fool!"

Lian Phoenix crashed into the marsh, the ice layer on the marsh dissolved by flames, mud splattered upon impact, covering his body, his face, nostrils, and eyes in mire, an utterly unpleasant sensation.

As he struggled to get up, his eyes caught sight of a delicate silhouette standing at the edge of the swamp.

Unaware of when Luna Sutton arrived by the marsh’s edge, her fingertips pinched the last Spiritual Beast Contract Talisman, the corner of her mouth teasingly arched, "Old Lian, what a lovely day——"

"Snap!"

The talisman flickered from her fingertips, transforming into a golden ray, absorbed into Lian Phoenix’s body amidst his incredulous gaze.

Lian Phoenix’s body stiffened, stuck in the swamp like that.

He discovered with horror that his neck bowed uncontrollably, his knees also bending into the marsh, kneeling, "Lian Phoenix greets the master."

The mud on his face slipped along the dynamic contour, into the swamp.