Chapter 440: Chapter 439: Killing the Traitor by Hand
"These guys have a commander!" the Master of the Grey Dragon shouted as he watched the beast tide surge toward them.
Behind the horde were the people of the Iceberg Tribe. They had co as well. Ye Fan had once helped them kill Emperor Dongzheng of the Northern Bear Country, and now, they had co to his rescue.
The Heavenly King Alliance breathed a collective sigh of relief. The beast tide was enough to hold off the Shenzhou Canglong Army.
"You handle that boy, and I’ll go kill that telepathic Spirit Bear!" the Hidden Kill Building Master declared.
"Alright!" The Master of the Grey Dragon wasted no words and advanced on Ye Fan.
The Hidden Kill Building Master knew that the beast tide was not being commanded by the Iceberg Tribe behind them, but by the Grassland Bear. As long as he killed the Grassland Bear, the horde would be thrown into chaos.
He snuck up in front of the massive bear and was just about to draw his dagger to slit its throat when the beast suddenly spat out a cloud of icy mist.
"Damn it!" The Hidden Kill Building Master whirled around to dodge, but as he did, the Grassland Bear unleashed another cloud of mist. He was instantly frozen solid. Just as he was about to shatter the ice, the Grassland Bear opened its gaping maw and chewed him to pieces.
Witnessing this, the martial artists of the Hidden Killing Building and the Divine Dragon trembled. Their formidable Hidden Kill Building Master had been finished off in the blink of an eye. Do we still stand a chance?
Imdiately, many from the Shenzhou Canglong Army broke ranks and began to flee in disarray. However, their escape was cut off. The Heavenly King Alliance intercepted them from the front while the beast tide devoured them from the rear. All the while, they were being picked off by arrows from the Iceberg Tribe. The once well-trained army was routed in an instant.
When the Master of the Grey Dragon saw this, he knew it was too late. The Divine Dragon had lost!
He turned and glared at Ye Fan with venomous spite.
"Even in death, I of the Divine Dragon will drag you down with !" he roared. "I’ll see all your plans co to nothing!"
He charged at Ye Fan, who was at his weakest and unable to escape. Just as the Master of the Grey Dragon’s weapon was about to cleave his skull, a massive bear paw stomped down, mashing the man into a pulp.
Seeing this, Ye Fan let out a long sigh of relief. It had truly been a brush with death. Had the Grassland Bear been even a mont later, he would be dead. The difference had been less than three seconds; he now truly understood what it ant to hang by a thread.
Just then, the Grassland Bear tossed him into the air.
"Ouch! My aching back!"
Ye Fan landed on the bear’s back. He had definitely strained it this ti, but that was infinitely better than being dead.
Carrying Ye Fan, the Grassland Bear plunged into the crowd and began a brutal slaughter. Ye Fan knew the Grassland Bear was not the type of friend to just leave; it had gone to rally reinforcents.
Without the Grassland Bear’s beast tide, the Heavenly King Alliance would have been the ones to perish, their fleeing mbers swiftly cut down by the Iceberg Tribe’s arrows.
The remaining soldiers were trying to surrender.
But Ye Fan declared, "No quarter. Leave no one alive!"
"Yes, sir!" The mbers of the Heavenly King Alliance moved in for the kill. The beast tide simply treated these people as food. Such was the brutality of the world of martial artists.
The Iceberg Tribe understood Ye Fan’s decision. In a world this cruel, showing rcy to one’s enemy was being cruel to oneself. The enemy might even see it as a sign of weakness. So, when they saw that Ye Fan intended to slaughter the prisoners, they did not stop him. On the contrary, they helped him deal with them.
When the war was finally over, Ye Fan was overco with gratitude. If not for the Grassland Bear’s rescue, he would have surely fallen today.
The White Tiger Spiritual Beast, however, seed quite displeased, despite being covered in wounds. It could not accept that the Grassland Bear had so many followers.
But it was powerless to protest. The mont it showed a hint of insubordination toward the Grassland Bear, the entire beast tide surrounded it. The ssage was clear: submit or fight.
The White Tiger Spiritual Beast instantly beca docile.
Duan Lang, who was locked in battle with Black Fog, felt despair wash over him as he witnessed the scene. He never expected that the Divine Dragon, so triumphant just a mont ago, would be utterly annihilated, with not even corpses left behind. The shock was too much for him to bear.
Black Fog roared, "This is the choice you made! You must pay the price for it!"
"Hmph! I really miscalculated this ti. Is my ambition so difficult to achieve? I won’t accept this!" Duan Lang seethed. He thought he was the final victor, but an unforeseen error had cost him everything.
Ye Fan arrived. He looked at Black Fog and Duan Lang. When Duan Lang saw Ye Fan, he could not help but feel a pang of fear.
Ye Fan said, "Duan Lang, you have greatly disappointed . I thought you would be the successor to the Heavenly King Hall, and I grood you to be just that. But you nearly brought about its destruction. This sin is yours alone to bear!"
"I did nothing wrong!" Duan Lang roared, falling into a frenzy.
Turning to Black Fog, Ye Fan asked, "Do you still have the strength to fight?"
"Dealing with him will be no problem!" Black Fog replied with deep resentnt.
"Good. He’s yours," Ye Fan said calmly.
Black Fog calmly faced Duan Lang. He had personally trained this man, and now he had to be the one to end him. If Duan Lang had not committed such a grave betrayal, Black Fog would never have been able to bring himself to do this. But now, he would not show the slightest rcy.
Suddenly, Black Fog lunged at Duan Lang, his dagger flashing as it aid for Duan Lang’s neck.
"Pathetic!" Duan Lang roared, charging to et him.
With a single palm strike, he sent Black Fog flying, blood spewing from his mouth.
Several onlookers started to rush forward, but Ye Fan held up a hand to stop them.
Black Fog struggled to his feet and, with reckless abandon, charged once more.
"You’re asking to die, so don’t bla !" Duan Lang said coldly. He drew his sword and thrust it through Black Fog’s shoulder, piercing his shoulder blade.
Black Fog faltered for a mont, and Duan Lang sneered down at him.
But then, ignoring the excruciating pain, Black Fog lunged forward and slashed his dagger across Duan Lang’s throat.
Duan Lang stared at Black Fog in disbelief. He truly had not expected Black Fog to ignore a life-threatening wound to deal a final, fatal blow.
He let out a few ragged gasps before collapsing silently to the ground.
Black Fog sank to his knees. He was a stoic man, but now he bowed his head, overco with grief. Perhaps even he could not bear this outco.
"Treat his wounds!" Ye Fan commanded as he approached Black Fog.
Suddenly, Black Fog raised his dagger to plunge it into his own heart, but Ye Fan caught his wrist in an iron grip.
"Black Fog, this is foolish," Ye Fan told him.
"Leader, I’ve failed you! I’ve failed our brothers!" Black Fog cried out, his voice choked with despair. "I never imagined the man I personally trained would be the one to bring ruin to the Heavenly King Hall!"
"No," Ye Fan said. "You haven’t failed , nor have you failed our brothers. To err is human. Besides, I bear so of the responsibility for Duan Lang’s betrayal. You don’t need to take it to heart, because you are my brother."
Hearing Ye Fan’s words, Black Fog’s grief only deepened. He could not believe that after he had made such a grave error, Ye Fan would still choose to forgive him.
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