Chapter 233: Chapter 227: Slaying the Lantern Girl, Nine Babies Evolved
White Tower.
The cards of the chess pieces displayed a scene: the Prince of the Snowfield Tribe was disastrously defeated by Chu Yi, a sight that astonished many from the Alien Race.
His vital energy and blood surged like wolf smoke, surpassing even Werewolves in strength. He was truly someone bold enough to snatch a sequence item from the hands of a Lantern Carrier.
"Did Chu Yi contract some kind of possession-type Pet Beast? How else could he knock down the Werewolf with just a few punches?"
Chen Bufan was shocked. Chu Yi’s registered profile only listed two Pet Beasts: the Crown Flame Six-Tailed Fox and Lulina.
Could it be... Is all this due to Qin Zheng’s support?
"This guy is hiding too much; what he’s shown us is definitely not his true strength."
Zhang Yi’s expression changed, and he said with a strange tone, "I suspect Chu Yi received Qin Zheng’s training early on. Tonight’s Divine War was also planned for a long time; he even contacted that fairy to participate with him."
"Also, don’t forget his other identity: the adopted son of the Janet family."
The others nodded, their gazes towards Chu Yi filled with admiration, as if they were looking at a rare, uncut jade.
They faintly saw in Chu Yi the shadow of a Demon, one destined to become a major figure in the Federation’s future.
On an ancient pirate ship, half-covered in mottled rust, a group of men and women stood on the deck—the men handsome, the women beautiful. One man, a Skull Silver Chain around his neck and Mithril Jewelry on his hands, cursed, "Trash!"
He was a Divine War Seed, and also the Demon who was trying to recruit Fusai.
He had intended for Fusai to distinguish himself through meritorious deeds, so that Fusai could then appropriately become his follower. However, this tribal prince turned out to be nothing more than a fool from the barren lands, unable to even handle a mere human in front of everyone. He utterly disgraced the Snowfield Wolf clan.
"This human is rather interesting. Relying solely on the strength of his Pet Beasts, he can unleash a physique not inferior to Werewolves. Judging by his Fist Technique, it bears traces of ancient times."
A woman with a lovely face narrowed her eyes. "I heard the human race has studied Martial Dao, which includes techniques that mimic beasts."
Another silver-haired man, his scarlet eyes fixed on the screen, said thoughtfully, "It seems the Dragon Witch is on good terms with him. When we go in, we’ll still need to be on our guard."
"Hmph, with His Highness here, what trouble could these small fry possibly cause?" a Werewolf who supported the mysterious prince scoffed.
Everyone nodded in agreement with this statement.
「Above the ancient castle.」
An elegant man wearing glasses held up an umbrella. Beneath it, at a table with chairs, sat a Blood Race loli enjoying afternoon tea.
Her smooth, jet-black hair was tied into twin ponytails that cascaded down. Her delicate face, no bigger than the palm of a hand, was fair and exquisite. Beneath her noble dress, her calves were wrapped in black and white striped long stockings.
She picked up a gold-trimmed teacup and looked at the handsome young man who had defeated the Werewolf. Her expression froze for a moment, then her eyes turned playful.
It seems she found another interesting toy.
「The white mist was dense, as if snowflakes were falling.」
Twisted, dead trees stood on the decaying soil. They were grotesque, as if a group of people trapped in a Desperate Realm were hysterically contorting their branches.
"Prince, Your Highness, Prince, wake up..."
Fusai felt someone calling him. He struggled to open his eyes, but a sharp pain lanced through his chest. A large amount of blood was gushing out, and the sensation made his scalp feel as if it were about to split open.
Ever since receiving that shot in the back, his wound had not stopped bleeding; all sorts of healing methods had proven ineffective. This caused his combat strength to plummet dramatically, preventing him from exerting the full extent of his power at all, and he had been viciously beaten by that despicable scoundrel.
Damn it! That bastard, that lowlife! I, the Prince, will definitely kill him!
"Thank goodness, Your Highness! You’re finally awake."
Mondo was on the verge of tears. Feeling as if he had found his pillar of support, he immediately told the Prince everything that had happened: how they had been defeated, how they had become prisoners of the Blood Race Queen, and he decried her cruelty.
"What?"
Fusai froze and spat out a mouthful of blood. How could this be? He never imagined that while he was unconscious, he would become a prisoner in the blink of an eye.
He clutched his wound, which was stuffed full of bandages and medicinal herbs, feeling dazed. Where exactly did things go wrong?
"Then, why are we here? Did we manage to escape?"
He asked in confusion, glancing around. There were only a few scattered remnants of their Werewolf forces, no more than ten or so individuals. All of them looked at him with a glint of hope in their eyes.
All around, mist was creeping up. It obscured their perception, vision, and hearing, yet there was no sign of any "Beast."
"I don’t know either."
Mondo scratched his head. "After the Great Elder treated me, he told me to take something and flee with you, Prince, from the Blood Race Queen’s control."
"What thing?"
Fusai noticed a crucial detail and asked urgently.
"Oh, it’s this. I haven’t opened it. I was waiting for you to wake up, Prince."
Mondo took out a box.
Fusai’s eyes were wary as he slowly opened it. He was suddenly stunned.
Inside lay a severed hand carved from Mutton Fat Jade. It was exquisitely crafted and beautiful, clearly the hand of a young girl.
"Prince, what is it?" Mondo asked curiously.
Fusai’s expression was unreadable. He held it out for Mondo to see and asked, "What does the Great Elder mean by this? What did he tell you before you left?"
"Uh, I don’t know."
Mondo looked bewildered. His mind wasn’t very quick; after all, thinking was usually a job for his subordinates.
Fusai’s expression was grave as he considered another issue: I was beaten up by some random human who was just passing by... Will that esteemed person find out?
AAAAH, those despicable humans! The mere thought of that passerby—who had approached without a word and landed two hard punches, single-handedly shattering everything, including his dignity—sent a wave of agony through Fusai!