The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 447 - 333: Lone Grave (2)

Malachi had become the leader of the children, leading Barrett and Fintan, cavorting all over.

Kael, Kael Shadowend, Frey, and the eight snake cubs also liked to follow him, darting here and playing there, every day joyful without worries.

Kian Sterling was in the room taking care of the little fox Zora, with thoughts full of chaos within The Winged Tiger Tribe.

His heart was conflicted on whether to send news back to Beast King City to take advantage and annex The Winged Tiger Tribe.

He pondered for a long time.

Ultimately, he dismissed such thoughts, as he had no ambition to dominate The Beast World Continent, preferring to guard his father’s legacy and stay beside Luna, living happily together until old age.

If Beast King City took the opportunity to annex The Winged Tiger Tribe, it would inevitably lead other tribes to panic, everyone feeling insecure.

They might even unite to resist Beast King City, causing turmoil and plunging The Lower Domain into war, making ordinary beastmen suffer.

Moreover, Luna would never agree with him doing such a thing.

Thinking so, he forsook those notions and focused on taking care of the little fox and... Luna Sutton.

In his spare time, he managed affairs on the Beast King City side.

However, feeling somewhat uneasy, he summoned the Hidden Guard of Beast King City lurking in the shadows.

Two beastman Hidden Guards appeared silently, kneeling respectfully on one knee, "Greetings, Beast King."

"Return to Beast King City immediately, inform the Great Elder to closely monitor the movements of The Winged Tiger Tribe and surrounding tribes. Do nothing else, just pay extra attention. Report at once with any sign of trouble."

Kian Sterling gently stroked the little fox’s fur and ordered coldly.

The two Hidden Guards exchanged a glance and answered in unison, "Yes, Beast King."

"By the way, how is the investigation of the Demon Gu proceeding? Any progress?"

Kian Sterling recalled the Demon Gu already purified within him, his fox-like eyes narrowed slightly, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Upon returning from the Godsbane Mountains, he secretly sent them to investigate this matter. Unfortunately, there was never any news, and now he couldn’t help but ask.

"Beast King, we are incompetent. We have not yet found the source of the Demon Gu. Please punish us."

The two Hidden Guards looked ashamed, their heads lowered, almost not daring to meet Kian Sterling’s gaze.

Kian Sterling’s eyes darkened slightly, but he did not overly blame them.

Even he did not know when he was inflicted by the Demon Gu, nor how much time had passed; trying to trace the truth is indeed not an easy task.

"Forget it, it is not your fault."

He waved his hand, signaling them to rise, "Continue to investigate, do not let any clues slip. Additionally, focus your search on... the people around the Late Queen and my brother."

At this point, his eyes flashed with coldness.

Although Nolan Sterling was already dead, a mystery lingered in his heart, and he always felt this matter was surely related to them.

"Yes, Beast King."

The two beastman Hidden Guards responded in unison and then disappeared swiftly.

Kian Sterling gently stroked the little fox’s fur, his eyes deep and distant, filled with memories of past events.

Wondering whether he had forgotten or overlooked something.

...

In a very secluded valley near The Winged Tiger Tribe.

The autumn wind swept leaves to the ground, covering the earth with a layer of golden hue.

Caleb Manning stood quietly there; the blood-stained beast skin clothing had long lost its original color, his eyes hollow, like a soulless puppet, nothing left but deathly greyness and unending madness.

In front of him was a newly erected grave, a crooked wooden plank inserted into the ground, bearing the special script of The Beast World, "Grave of Beloved Chloe Callahan."

The carvings were deep, the edges marked with dried blackened blood, unclear whether it was his or from the beastmen he had torn apart.

Before the grave, the ground was chaotic, pieces scattered indistinctly, covered with dirt and dark red blood, mixing the stench of rotting corpses with a heavy, bloody scent, drawing a few vultures to circle low, issuing greedy cries.

Pearl Vance’s body was kneeling before Chloe Callahan’s grave, maintaining a posture of kowtowing, as if still begging Chloe Callahan’s forgiveness.

"Chloe... those who harmed you will not escape."

His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping, images of Luna Sutton’s cold face slid through his mind, suddenly painted with pain.

"Luna, you let her go at first, but why spread those rumors to harm her later, why..."

Caleb Manning’s eyes flushed red, he stared at the lonely grave, a beast-like low growl rolling from his throat, "You clearly promised to let her survive..."

A snowy owl was startled and flew flap-flapping from the treetop.

In the shadows of the distant dense forest, several pairs of eyes full of hatred and fear locked onto him.

The Black Bear Tribe, The Serpent Tribe, The Raging Lion Tribe, The Leopard Tribe, and even a few high-level warriors remaining from The Winged Tiger Tribe, temporarily set aside their grievances, reaching a brief alliance.

To kill Caleb Manning, this rampaging mad tiger.

"He just killed the Young Master of The Raging Lion Tribe, he’s spent, now’s the chance!"

A scar-faced warrior from The Black Bear Tribe whispered, eyes full of coldness.

"Attack together! Wear him down!"

The Clan Leader of The Serpent Tribe gritted his teeth, his only son dead at Caleb Manning’s hands, could he not hate?

A pitch-dark snake tail as thick as a bucket struck the ground, sending up a cloud of leaves and dust.

Several powerful auras erupted instantly.

The Black Bears roared and charged, Golden Lions turned into shadows encircling, Winged Tiger warriors attacked from the flanks, claws and fangs tearing through the autumn wind, pouncing directly at Caleb Manning before the lonely grave.

Caleb Manning heard the commotion around him and suddenly looked up, his dead eyes abruptly exploding with terrifying savagery.

"Roar——"

An earth-shattering tiger roar sounded like a thunderclap.

He instantly transformed, revealing his immense true form as The White Tiger, the pressure of Peak of Eighth Rank pouring out without reservation.

The chilling killing intent solidified, causing the charge of the foremost Black Bear warrior to pause for a moment.

"Courting death!"

The enormous tiger paw of The White Tiger struck with a fierce whistle that seemed to tear through space.

"Splat."

The first Black Bear could not even scream, being smashed into a bursting mist of blood.

Scalding blood sprayed, astonishment filling the air.

Caleb Manning’s huge tiger eyes glinted with eerie light in the sunshine, his body arched like a taut string, "Perfect timing... I’ll use you as offerings for Chloe, keep her from being lonely on the road to the afterlife."