With the Blade-Chapter 58 - 53: The Young Tiger of Jibei

In the central tent, Helai Jiaohu and other leaders were still anxiously waiting for news.

When the horn sounded, these leaders immediately stuffed their ears with soft cloth, and as for the subsequent drumbeats, they dared not listen at all.

The power of the wizards was well known to them. Though usually these mad wizards were more focused on dispelling the agitation brought by the Blood Evil Power, just like now, if these wizards really decided to take action, their understanding of the Blood Evil Power would become the most formidable weapon.

They could even kill invisibly.

The more people a powerful sorcerer kills, the less they can resist these wizards, just because the Blood Evil Power, regarded by these sorcerers as strength, is instead the most powerful weapon of the wizards.

"They’ve started chanting! They’re actually chanting spells!"

Even with his ears blocked, Helai Jiaohu realized the progress of the wizards’ attack when he felt his body becoming somewhat drowsy.

One must know those were twelve experienced wizards, who only needed to beat a drum or blow a horn to decide someone’s death. Now that spells are being used, it’s clear these wizards have no intention of holding back!

As the saying goes, when a lion hunts a rabbit, it uses its full strength.

The twelve wizards wasted no time before striking to put that monster lurking in the shadows to death.

"So, is it He Xixuan or Liu Yanran this time?"

Helai Jiaohu couldn’t help but ponder.

If it’s Liu Yanran, killing him on the spot would be fine, but if it’s He Xixuan, it’s best to capture him alive. After all, He Xiqing seems to value this younger brother, and holding him hostage could be beneficial.

It’s just a bit of a burden for these wizards; after dealing with one monster, they still have to handle a second one.

And all these debts will be accounted to the Qingyang tribe, or more precisely, onto Helai Jiaohu himself.

"It’s all He Xiqing’s fault!"

Helai Jiaohu couldn’t help but clench his fist.

"It’s all He Xiqing’s conspiracy! Otherwise, how could our Qingyang tribe end up like this...eh?"

Feeling a lightness on his body, Helai Jiaohu couldn’t help but rejoice.

Now that he felt relieved, it indicated that the wizards’ ritual had concluded.

With twelve wizards taking action together, how could they possibly fail to take down that monster!

"Go! Let’s go out and see! Who exactly is our prey!"

With that said, Helai Jiaohu signaled the other leaders to remove the soft cloth from their ears, then took the lead to step out of the tent.

At this moment, Helai Jiaohu was filled with excitement.

After all, no matter how many schemes He Xiqing devised, he still couldn’t overcome Helai Jiaohu’s experience and steadiness.

This battle was proof, proving that his sword was not yet blunt, proving that he was the true master of the Qingyang tribe.

Until he saw the twelve severed heads rolling on the ground.

"This..."

Helai Jiaohu was too shocked to speak for a long time.

Fortunately as the leader of the Qingyang tribe, he still had some composure; at least he did not fall to the ground in front of everyone – moreover, other leaders didn’t fare much better. Witnessing the twelve headless corpses, all leaders were stunned, with some faint-hearted ones even passing out on the spot.

After all, they all knew what an unstoppable scene it would be with twelve wizards striking simultaneously.

And now, all twelve wizards were dead.

"With a single slash, these twelve wizards were killed by the same strike."

An experienced leader quickly deduced the battle scene based on the direction the corpses fell and the marks on the wounds.

"Roughly like this..."

This leader stood at the center of the circle of corpses, as if holding something in his hands, and turned in circles on the spot.

But after turning around, this leader paused in surprise.

"No, what’s the weapon used? How can it reach places a zhang away?"

"It’s the Bloodthirsty Weapon. This is the third Bloodthirsty Weapon."

One of the Qingyang tribe’s leaders, Bulugu Niu, who had talked about this before, stepped forward and squatted to examine the other grassland guards’ bodies.

After inspecting the frostbite and burn marks on the corpses, Bulugu Niu’s brows furrowed.

"...Helai old brother, your previous guess might not be accurate; that He Xiqing brat couldn’t have pulled off such a feat. Prepare for the worst."

"The worst? You mean..."

Helai Jiaohu’s face instantly turned pale.

Indeed, although he didn’t want to admit it, the betrayal of He Xiqing, while severe, was still within the acceptable range of the Qingyang tribe and under his control.

As for the worst case scenario...

That was something no one dared to imagine.

"Could it be that the heavens truly favor those Southerners?"

Thinking of this, Helai Jiaohu felt a chill in his heart.

Less than two hundred years, it hasn’t even been two hundred years, yet among those Southerners, another terrifying monster from mythical legends is about to appear?

Could this truly be the will of the Eternal Heaven, to annihilate them, the tribes of the Northern Desert?

"It’s not that far yet; we still have a chance."

Bulugu Niu, squatting on the ground, sifted through the wizards’ relics, examining the bloodstains on the horns and drums.

"If it were truly a monster of that level, his will would be harder than diamond; just twelve wizards couldn’t possibly control him, and these wizards wouldn’t even have the chance to beat the drums."

He said this while pointing at the dried bloodstains on the war drums.

"But the wizards still had the chance to beat the drums, and even fought back desperately in the end...suggesting that the monster was not as strong as we thought."

"This..."

Helai Jiaohu suddenly regained clarity.

It indeed seemed to be the case. After all, when the wizards took action just now, he also felt it, and judging by the signs on the ground, the wizards had even briefly succeeded.

Of course, even though the wizards ultimately died, the fact that they were close to succeeding speaks volumes.

"Not a big tiger, but a cub?"

Helai Jiaohu squinted his eyes.

After surviving the initial panic, he finally regained his calm and wisdom as the true leader of the Qingyang tribe.

"Set up camp here; we should stop at this point. Even though we haven’t conquered Ji Town, capturing the surroundings counts as expanding our territory... Also, immediately report the situation here to the Grassland Royal Court, while dispatching a second group to transport the corpses back as quickly as possible, and ensure not to destroy the traces left by that Jibei cub, allowing the royal court to have an accurate assessment of the current situation."

"But... Helai old brother, what about He Xiqing?"

A leader spoke up at this moment.

"That traitor..."

"We protect ourselves, let that traitor fend for himself."

Helai Jiaohu pulled out a smile.

Since that boy named He Xiqing wants freedom, let’s give him freedom.

After all, in the face of tigers, the weaker one will always be eaten first.