52: Chaos in Qingshan Town

It was too late.

Mo Yuhan’s speed, boosted by his Spirit Ability, was at its peak. The solidified fiery lion head outlines on his shoulders and forearms let out silent roars as he charged, his entire being like a savage, raging lion clad in heavy flame armor, crashing into the middle of the three Dou Shi.

“Boom! Crack! Hiss—!”

The dull thud of impact, the crisp sound of bones shattering, and the strange hiss of flames scorching flesh erupted almost simultaneously.

The shield-wielding Dou Shi who bore the brunt of the attack had his finely crafted iron shield instantly dented inward and shattered upon contact by the terrifying impact force carried by the Xuan Huang Flame Armor.

Mo Yuhan’s shoulders, burning with thick flames, slammed heavily into his chest. A clear sound of bones cracking rang out, and the Dou Shi’s eyes bulged, blood gushing from his mouth, his body flying backward like a broken sack, knocking over two Dou Zhe who were too slow to dodge.

Mo Yuhan’s charge continued without pause, his flame-burning right arm sweeping outward to parry.

“Clang!”

Mo Yuhan’s body was like a high-speed war chariot, his right shoulder, with its condensed lion head flames, slammed fiercely into the crowd.

The dull thud of impact was accompanied by the terrifying sound of collapsing chest bones.

The Xuan Huang Flame surged madly through the point of impact, and before a single scream could be uttered, a group of Dou Zhe and Dou Shi were instantly overwhelmed by the burning pain erupting within their bodies, their bodies slumping softly to the ground. While their external appearance showed few injuries, their internal organs were rapidly carbonizing.

The encirclement was instantly torn open by this violent charge, creating a huge gap. The few Dou Zhe guards standing behind the gap had long been scared out of their wits by this overwhelming killing aura, instinctively stumbling backward.

“Useless!”

Jia Lie Bi’s roar exploded like thunder, the muscles on his face contorted by extreme rage.

He had never expected that an eight-year-old brat could, under the siege of their three Great Dou Shi and numerous enforcers, instantly erupt and tear open a gap.

However, despite Mo Yuhan’s significant killing achievements, he was still inevitably injured under the encirclement of Jia Lie Bi and the others.

The Flame Armor Guardian emitted a harsh tearing sound, and the Xuan Huang Flame flickered violently. Although it blocked most of the damage, a mountain-like heavy energy impact still penetrated the Flame Armor and slammed into his body.

Mo Yuhan’s throat sweetened, but at this moment, he remained calm in the face of danger, landing by the muddy forest edge, his aura slightly weak.

With his strength, dealing with a Great Dou Shi was still too difficult, let alone facing three Great Dou Shi, and more than a dozen Dou Shi and Dou Zhe.

“Jia Lie old dog, we will meet again!”

After killing a few Dou Shi, Mo Yuhan finally could not sustain himself. The remaining Dou Qi in his body wildly poured into his back, “Purple Cloud Wings, activate!”

Deep purple energy instantly condensed, and a pair of black eagle wings suddenly tore through his robes.

Like an arrow shot from a bow, Mo Yuhan brushed past the edge of Jia Lie Bi’s Dou Qi impact, leaving a streak of blood, transforming into a blurry purple shadow, and instantly plunged into the impenetrable darkness of the Monster Mountain Range.

“A bunch of useless people!”

Jia Lie Bi watched Mo Yuhan’s figure completely disappear into the dark jungle, then looked at the corpses of several Dou Shi and a few Dou Zhe on the ground. An unprecedented sense of fury and humiliation surged in his chest like lava.

His meticulously planned ambush, with all the family’s elites dispatched and three Great Dou Shi overseeing it.

What was the result? Not only did that little bastard not die, but he also killed so many of the family’s enforcers right in front of him before escaping. This was an unprecedented disgrace for the Jia Lie Family.

“Search!”

Jia Lie Bi suddenly raised his head, insane rage burning in his eyes, “Drive out everyone in the nearby town who can move. Even if you have to dig three feet deep and search every inch of the Monster Mountain Range’s periphery, you must drag that little bastard out. I want him alive, or his corpse!”

His cold gaze swept over the cowering guards and the two Elders with grim faces, as if looking at a pile of useless trash.

“If you can’t find him, then everyone in that town will have to pay with their lives to quell the wrath of my Jia Lie Family!”

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Qingshan Town, this mercenary town that thrived by relying on the Monster Mountain Range, completely lost its usual hustle and bustle and fell into a deathly silence of fear after Jia Lie Bi arrived, bringing with him an aura of blood and rage.

A heavy scent of blood permeated the air, lingering for a long time.

The small square in the center of the town had now become a temporary execution ground.

Several corpses dressed in Jia Lie Family attire were covered with straw mats, laid aside, silently narrating the tragic intensity of the ambush that had occurred not long ago.

Even more numerous were the dozen or so bodies, casually discarded like broken sacks—these were some mercenaries and idle Dou Zhe from Qingshan Town who were usually quite fierce and had attempted to resist or were simply a little slow in their movements.

Their deaths varied: some had their internal organs shattered by Dou Qi, others had their throats slit by sharp blades, but a commonality was the horror and unwillingness frozen on their faces.

Thick blood flowed freely on the uneven ground, forming dark red streams, emitting a nauseating metallic odor.

Jia Lie Bi stood at the center of this bloody scene, his dark green Dou Qi gauze robe stained with specks of dark red blood, like a demon god returned from hell.

Under his foot, he was stepping on the head of the Wan Yao Pharmacy guard leader, whose throat he had just casually crushed and who was still twitching slightly.

His cold eyes, devoid of any human emotion, slowly swept over the crowd that had been forcibly driven and gathered in the square.

Mu She, the leader of the Wolf Head Mercenary Group, stood at the very front of the crowd, his forehead covered in fine cold sweat, his face as pale as paper.

Behind him, the third leader, Hemeng, the burly man known for his cruelty, now also hung his head low, his muscular body trembling slightly, not daring to meet Jia Lie Bi’s gaze.

The core members of the Wolf Head Mercenary Group huddled together, their usual fierce and arrogant expressions long gone, replaced only by bone-deep fear.

Mr. Yao, the owner of Wan Yao Pharmacy, was currently slumped, barely held up by two pale-faced guards, preventing him from collapsing.

He looked at the corpse of the guard leader under Jia Lie Bi’s foot, then at his own shop assistants and apprentice pharmacists, who were being roughly pushed and shoved by Jia Lie Family guards, crying and shouting. The muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably, and his eyes were filled with heartache and despair.

He knew that the Wan Yao Pharmacy’s accumulated wealth over many years was likely to be completely emptied today.

“Mu She.”

Jia Lie Bi’s voice was not loud, but it pierced everyone’s eardrums like an ice pick, carrying an undeniable sense of judgment.

Mu She’s body trembled violently, and he almost instinctively straightened his back, his voice dry and hoarse: “Here… here! Master Jia Lie, please command!”

“Your Wolf Head Mercenary Group is the local power in Qingshan Town.”

Jia Lie Bi’s gaze scraped across Mu She’s face like a physical knife, “You are most familiar with this forest.”

Mu She’s heart tightened, a strong ominous premonition rising within him. He could only force himself to respond: “Yes… yes, Master is right.”

“Very good.”

Jia Lie Bi’s lips curved into a cold, unfeeling smile, “I’ll give you half an hour. Gather all the people from your Wolf Head Mercenary Group, and all the trash with a bit of Dou Qi cultivation you can find in this broken town, and bring them to me.”

He raised his hand, pointing towards the dark outline of the Monster Mountain Range, his tone chilling: “Go into the mountains, find a ten-year-old boy wearing black clothes. His name is Mo Yuhan. He’s injured and can’t run far.”

When Mu She heard the three words “Mo Yuhan,” his pupils suddenly constricted. He seemed to remember that Little Fairy Doctor had once taken in a child… and his name seemed to be that.

Could it be… the same person?

He knew that Little Fairy Doctor had left Qingshan Town with that child and an unknown woman.

However, he only thought Little Fairy Doctor had left temporarily and didn’t take it seriously.

He hadn’t expected that after a year, Little Fairy Doctor still hadn’t returned.

This made Mu She somewhat annoyed.

Mu She was not clear about the strength of the person Jia Lie Bi wanted him to find. Hearing this, he immediately flattered: “Master, this subordinate guarantees to complete the task, but our manpower might not be enough…”

Mu She felt as if a great mountain had crashed down on his shoulders, his legs weakened, and he directly knelt on the cold ground.

The sound of his knees hitting the ground was unusually muffled. Hemeng and the others behind him also changed their expressions drastically, involuntarily taking a step back.

“Your manpower isn’t enough?”

Jia Lie Bi took a step forward, looking down at the kneeling Mu She, his voice cold enough to freeze the soul, “Then fill it with lives! If you can’t find him, or if he escapes…”

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the terrified faces of the Wolf Head Mercenary Group members, “Your Wolf Head Mercenary Group can be removed from Qingshan Town today. I mean what I say.”

Mu She knelt on the cold, bloody ground, his body trembling like a sieve, his teeth chattering. Immense fear and humiliation almost consumed him.

He suddenly raised his head, his voice almost fawning as he shouted hoarsely: “Understood, Master Jia Lie, rest assured, I, Mu She, will dig three feet deep and turn the entire mountain range upside down, but I will definitely find that little bastard for you!”

“Everyone in the Wolf Head Mercenary Group, listen up! Immediately, right now, go into the mountains! If you don’t find him, none of you will come back alive!”

The mercenaries behind him were ashen-faced, but under Jia Lie Bi’s death threat, they could only grit their teeth, filled with fear and resentment, and surged chaotically towards the town entrance like a driven flock of sheep, rushing towards the Monster Mountain Range that had devoured countless lives.