The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 310 - 257: Threat

Malachi Arcanus wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, grinning as he stood up, eyes blazing with fighting spirit: "What, jealous that I got to sleep next to Luna last night? Anyway, it’ll be your turn in a few days—"

Before he finished speaking, Rhys Blackwood’s snake tail suddenly swept across, slamming him heavily into the pile of hay.

The golden stalks of grain soared through the air, tracing dazzling arcs in the morning light.

No need for threshing now.

"Cough, cough..."

Malachi Arcanus spat out the husks from his mouth, the Netherworld Dark Fire sprung from his palm, "You damned Black Serpent, you’re courting death!"

Corbin Crowley’s silver eyes flashed with danger, his fists clenching with a crackling noise as he shook his wrists: "Just right for a workout."

Instantly, the three engaged in a brawl, flames clashing with ice crystals, a snake tail sweeping down ancient trees, startling the tribe members peering out.

"So early in the morning..."

Zeke Veridian returned carrying a large bundle of tied grain, his emerald eyes glanced over the battlefield.

Although he didn’t quite understand what was happening, he had some vague idea.

Surely Malachi Arcanus, the rascal, lost control and played until dawn.

Thinking about Luna fighting nearly all night yesterday, rescuing so many tribe members, Malachi Arcanus still didn’t restrain himself, deservedly beaten.

"Really owes a beating."

Zeke Veridian suddenly tossed the grain to the ground and charged forward.

Mael Valerius’s massive dragon form swooped down from the clouds, its back laden with grain, seeing Zeke Veridian joining the chaotic fight, began to laugh: "Tut, three against one?"

Malachi Arcanus had a strand of hair sliced off by Zeke Veridian’s Wind Blade, stomping furiously: "Dead bamboo, why are you causing trouble!"

"Itchy hands."

Zeke Veridian, expressionless, flicked out three more Wind Blades.

In the empty grounds of The Wolf Tribe’s temporary settlement, four top-tier beast husbands battled fiercely.

The Old Priest squatted before a shed munching on fruit, enjoying the show immensely: "Youth is wonderful~"

Luna Sutton was awakened by the commotion, rubbing her waist as she stepped out of the shed.

Squinting at the crooked tree not far away, Malachi Arcanus was tied up by vines like a dumpling, hanging upside down from a branch, swaying and cursing.

"You bunch of bastards, have the guts for a one-on-one, what’s the skill in four against one?"

Corbin Crowley stood arms crossed under the tree, his silver eyes icy cold: "Weren’t you quite capable last night?"

Rhys Blackwood’s snake tail coiled with a bundle of grain, whipped "smack" against Malachi Arcanus’s buttocks: "Fighting till dawn, huh?"

"Ow!"

Malachi Arcanus winced in pain, turning to glare at Zeke Veridian, "Dead bamboo, why’d you cut my hair!"

Zeke Veridian’s emerald eyes flicked over his uneven hair tips, calmly said: "Repairing it for you."

Mael Valerius transformed into human form and landed, his dark golden eyes looking tenderly at the approaching Luna Sutton, instantly softening: "Luna, you’re awake?"

Luna Sutton twitched the corner of her mouth, moseying over, she looked up at the dangling Malachi Arcanus, sympathy crossing her eyes.

Malachi Arcanus immediately felt wronged: "Luna, they’re bullying me!"

Corbin Crowley sneered: "Who kept Luna up till dawn?"

Rhys Blackwood added: "Made her ache all over too."

Zeke Veridian’s Wind Blade at his fingertips sliced off another lock of Malachi Arcanus’s hair: "Learning no lesson."

Mael Valerius crossed his arms watching: "Serves right."

Malachi Arcanus: "..."

Luna Sutton rubbed her forehead, scanning the men, "Don’t bully him, Malachi Arcanus is fine."

Honestly, she had enjoyed herself last night.

Just as the words fell, Malachi Arcanus’s eyes sparkled, grinning triumphantly at those below the tree: "Did you hear that? Luna said I’m fine!"

Corbin Crowley’s silver eyes narrowed slightly: "Seems hanging isn’t high enough."

Rhys Blackwood, expressionless, wound the vine around three more times.

Zeke Veridian’s Wind Blade flashed coldly at his fingertips.

Mael Valerius leaned against the tree, his dark golden eyes full of schadenfreude.

"Hey, hey... you all—ow!"

Before Malachi Arcanus could finish, he was suddenly pulled up half a meter, swinging from the treetop like a dried wolf jerky.

The tribe’s little wolf pups curiously gathered around, Kael, Kael Shadowend, Frey even jumped up to paw at his dangling hair.

Luna Sutton laughed and cried, vines shot from her fingertips, gently lowering the man: "Alright, is all the grain harvested?"

Corbin Crowley’s silver eyes swept over the golden spread of hay, nodded slightly: "All from the valley west of The Avian Tribe are here."

Zeke Veridian’s emerald eyes reflected the morning light: "All from the swamp east of Aerian Tribe are cut.

Mael Valerius suddenly remembered something: "When we returned, found several tribes are migrating, likely all scared by The Phoenix Clan’s actions."

The Wolf Tribe’s settlement was destroyed, The Bear Tribe, The Eagle Tribe, The Rat Tribe and several neighboring tribes suffered as well.

The other major tribes are naturally panicked, wishing to migrate to a safe place.

At least, none dare to approach The Wolf Tribe again, all seemingly wishing to stay far away.

Luna Sutton sighed, said nothing, and just instructed several men to spread out the rice to dry before starting to prepare breakfast.

Meanwhile, in the Phoenix Clan of Aetheria.

Xylon Phoenix sat in the main seat of the council hall, his face so dark it seemed like it could drip water.

The atmosphere inside the hall was tense, and you could hear a pin drop.

Several elders of the Phoenix Clan knelt on the ground, their foreheads pressed tightly to the floor, not daring to breathe heavily.

"Clan Leader, we are incompetent, unable to protect the young lady and the Great Witch..."

The lead elder’s voice trembled, cold sweat pouring from his forehead.

"Useless!"

Xylon Phoenix slammed the armrest into pieces, the fiery red pattern on his brow flickering, "Three hundred elite warriors, two Tenth Rank Tributers, and you can’t even take down a small tribe in The Lower Domain?"

His voice resounded so strongly that the sycamore trees outside the hall rustled.

The kneeling elders trembled even more.

"Clan Leader, please calm your anger..."

A courageous elder forced himself to explain, "It’s just that The Wolf Tribe is full of tricks, and they have the secret help of Silas Valerius, the Third Elder of The Dragon Clan..."

"Nonsense!"

Xylon Phoenix kicked the speaking elder over, the fury in his eyes almost solid, "How could that old thing Silas Valerius appear in The Lower Domain?"

The kicked-over elder coughed up a mouthful of blood but didn’t dare wipe it away, "I... I also don’t know..."

At this moment, sudden hurried footsteps came from outside the hall.

"The Young Master has returned!"

As soon as the guard’s voice fell, Soren Phoenix strode in.

His Fiery Red Feather Robe was in tatters, his face still bearing wounds, looking utterly miserable and disheveled.

"Father."

Soren Phoenix stopped in the center of the hall, calling out indifferently.

Xylon Phoenix’s expression was grim. This brat overturned the guards to escape the ancestral hall while he was away and now dares to return?

He was about to flare up.

But when he saw Soren’s condition, his brows furrowed instantly, "What happened to you?"

Soren Phoenix wiped his face wounds, a mocking smile curling at his lips, "What happened to me? Doesn’t Father know best?"

Xylon Phoenix’s face immediately fell, the anger in his heart growing stronger, "What madness are you spouting?"

The elders in the hall noticed the disagreement between father and son and seemed on the verge of quarrelling, so they quietly stepped back half a step, afraid of being caught in the conflict.

"Madness? Haven’t I always been like this? After all, Father doesn’t care about me."

Soren Phoenix slowly tidied his tattered feather robe, deliberately not changing it when he returned.

He even made it look a bit more miserable on purpose, just so that Xylon Phoenix would notice.

Xylon Phoenix’s face turned ashen, and he suddenly stood up, "You ungrateful brat, who allowed you to speak to your father like that?"

"Doesn’t Father like this the most?"

Soren Phoenix sneered continuously and suddenly ripped open his collar, revealing the old scar on his back, "Just like you used the Phoenix True Fire to burn me back then, how majestic."

The hall instantly fell silent.

The elders were horrified as they looked at the scar on Soren Phoenix’s back, clearly left by the Phoenix True Fire.

Xylon Phoenix’s face changed drastically, his complexion ashen, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

The voice clearly carried a thread of panic.

"I’m talking nonsense?"

Soren Phoenix suddenly laughed wildly, his laughter carrying madness, "Father, do you want to see this?"

He pulled out an Illusion Leaf gleaming with a mysterious light from his bosom and waved it in front of Xylon Phoenix’s eyes, "Inside, it’s clearly recorded how you used the Phoenix True Fire, and how you coerced Matron into accepting that wench into the house back then..."

Xylon Phoenix was shocked in his heart, never expecting that the events of the past would be recorded, and he reached out to snatch it, "You ungrateful son!"

Soren Phoenix agilely dodged, his Fiery Red Feather Robe drawing an eerie arc in the hall, "Why the rush, Father? I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet—"

He suddenly turned to the elders, raising his voice sharply, "Do you elders know? My Matron did not die of illness; she was angered to death by my good father..."

"Shut up!"

Xylon Phoenix, enraged, gathered a ball of scorching Phoenix True Fire in his palm, wanting to strike several times but held back, remembering this was his only son.

Soren Phoenix, however, laughed even more brazenly, even offering his neck to the flame, "Come on, burn me like you burned Matron back then, anyway in your heart, there’s only that bastard Celestia Fawkes. Oh, I forgot, that bastard is also dead, so just kill me too, then you can be all alone."

"You—"

Xylon Phoenix trembled with rage, his eyes fixated on Soren Phoenix, yet he dared not bring his palm down.

The elders were already ashen-faced with shock; this was earth-shattering news. The Clan Leader’s wife was actually...

If this news reached Horace Valerius of The Dragon Clan, it might lead to a complete rupture between the Dragon and Phoenix Clans.

It might even spark a war.

This was not like dealing with a small force like The Wolf Tribe of The Lower Domain.

The power of The Dragon Clan was not weaker than that of the Phoenix Clan, perhaps even slightly superior.