Chapter 671 - 671: A Counterattack?
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The Fierce Tiger King took in the stoic faces of the other kings around him, anguish welling up inside him. A sorrowful smile crossed his features.
“So, I was the only one left out of the loop.” He laughed bitterly, struggling to accept the treachery unfolding before him. “You all chose to turn your backs on us? Is it all because of the ancestral blood?”
As life ebbed away from him, defiance flared. He refused to succumb without getting the truth from Qin Huai.
Qi Shan, wearing a disdainful look, scoffed, “We might not be saints, but we aren’t as despicable as you think. If your white tiger clan hadn’t leaked our plan, we wouldn’t be in this mess. You struck first, why can’t we retaliate?” The other kings remained silent, their silence serving as agreement.
The Fierce Tiger King’s face reflected his shock and denial. “Impossible. The clan leader had big plans, so he wouldn’t give up the Qingzhou Alliance, a powerful enemy that could threaten or even overthrow the six royal clans, just for some perks. Even if he wanted the ancestral blood, he would have only disclosed some names, not orchestrate this downfall. What benefit could this possibly bring him?”
He paused, the desperation in his voice heightening, “Even with the ancestral blood, reaching the true emperor realm quickly isn’t guaranteed.”
The kings remained silent, pondering the situation themselves. The fact remained, though — they were too deep into their betrayal to turn back, especially when their lives were in Qin Huai’s grasp.
The Fierce Tiger King, met with silence, could only watch as the sands of his life drained away.
Soon, Qin Huai confirmed the Fierce Tiger King’s demise. His gaze shifted to
Wu Wang, who immediately kneeled, proclaiming, “At your service, Alliance Master!” The title of ‘king’ seemed insignificant when life itself hung in the balance.
“Rise,” commanded Qin Huai, extending a hand towards Wu Wang.
But in a shocking turn, Wu Wang burst into action, lunging at Qin Huai with astonishing speed, his hands revealing a feminine grace, belied by their deadly intent.
Caught off guard, Qin Huai missed his attempt to restrain him. He was agile, avoiding capture with the fluidity of a fish.
Qin Huai’s demeanor changed rapidly, his eyes taking on a profound depth. Golden blood seemed to cloak him, his black hair lengthening as he unleashed four domains simultaneously. This surge of power encased Wu Wang, preparing to subdue the sudden revolt.
An oppressive force began to envelop Wu Wang, causing his skin to quiver noticeably. He stared in abject terror at the figure before him, reminded of his younger self who couldn’t breathe in the presence of such powerful beings.
Boom!
Suddenly, a mountainous giant emerged from the ground, lifting Qin Huai to safety and defusing the immediate threat to his life. The other seven kings hastened their pace, rallying to Qin Huai’s aid now that the danger seemed to have lessened.
Despite Wu Wang’s pleas for mercy, his fate was sealed as the kings united to end his life, showing no mercy to the member of the Nine Supremes clan.
“Thank you all,” Qin Huai expressed, offering them a respectful gesture with his fists.
He bore no ill will towards the kings for their initial reluctance to aid him. Their submission was, after all, coerced by his overpowering strength. He also harbored no illusion of their genuine loyalty — much like the six royal families, they were bound by mutual benefits, not genuine allegiance.
A series of notifications chimed in, indicating a surge in Qin Huai’s vitality and an impressive haul of loot, including several coveted items and numerous domain fragments.
“Ding! Fragment of [Surly Imperial Domain] collected. Current count:
(33/100)!”
“Ding! Fragment of [Spring Heavenly Domain] collected. Current count: (33/100)!”
While he currently lacked the means to utilize them fully, Qin Huai was certain of their potential value in the coming times. Especially the domain spheres, which promised to be potent weapons in his arsenal, akin to missiles from his past life.
With the immediate threat neutralized, Qi Shan turned to Qin Huai and asked,
“Alliance Master, what should we do next?”
Their group had suddenly bolstered its strength with the addition of seven king realm experts, emerging as the dominant force on the continent. Now, their power surpassed that of the six royal clans and the three sects, making the Qingzhou Alliance an entity to be reckoned with.
Moreover, the youthful alliance master, Qin Huai, had already demonstrated a combat prowess that belied his age, earning the respect and caution of the seasoned kings. His abilities were not to be underestimated — he stood on par with the most elite kings, if not the sect masters themselves.
“Should we attack the six royal clans now?” the Mountain Milk King from the Qiongqi clan said impatiently.
Although the others didn’t share his enthusiasm, they seemed unopposed to the idea. In this world, power dynamics were dictated by the sheer might and lineage of the royal clans, a game of supremacy that was bound to have a victor…
The source of this c𝐨ntent is freewe(b)nov𝒆l