Hu Li Ancestor is a Twelfth Tier existence, the only Twelfth Tier supreme in the Demon Race, apart from that mysterious ancestor.

This shows the weight of Hu Li Ancestor!

However, Hu Li Ancestor has mysteriously disappeared, and now the entire battlefield situation is controlled by two people, one is Chen Sanliang who is responsible for commanding the overall situation, and the other is Bai Cang who is responsible for mobilizing the army and managing personnel arrangements.

“Where is Tiger King?” Zhang Chen asked, “Is there no clue at all?”

Chen Sanliang shook his head, “No!”

Then the two continued to walk in the mountain forest, and the atmosphere became more gloomy at this moment.

Not long after, they arrived at a hidden valley, where tens of thousands of demon race troops were rooted in the valley.

“To be able to hide tens of thousands of troops under the eyes of masters in the Northern Land, the demon race is truly remarkable,” Zhang Chen looked at the countless wolves, insects, tigers, and leopards, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

These demon beasts are not of high rank, probably only First Tier, Tier Two already considered elite, Tier Three was rare.

The most critical thing is, Zhang Chen’s Dragon Qi and Beast Taming skill have already reached Fifth Tier, meaning as long as he activates Beast Taming skill, these demon beasts would instantly become his puppets.

Looking at the hungry wolves, fierce tigers, and leopards in the canyon, Zhang Chen not only didn’t feel afraid, but rather felt a sense of familiarity with the demon beasts before him.

“Do not fear, they have all awakened intelligence and activated their bloodline power, as long as you don’t provoke them, they won’t harm you,” Chen Sanliang cautioned Zhang Chen to prevent him from being scared to enter the canyon.

“I’m not afraid, just some beasts, what am I afraid of?” Zhang Chen said with a relaxed demeanor.

Chen Sanliang glanced at Zhang Chen showing a look of amazement, knowing that with tens of thousands of demon race troops stationed here, the gathering aura is such that even a Ninth Rank Yang God wouldn’t want to venture into this lair without necessity, even an Eighth Tier cultivator once surrounded by countless demon beasts would only face death and downfall.

“I’ll arrange for you to settle down first, then we’ll invite Bai Cang over and discuss dealing with Prince Pingbian’s Mansion,” Chen Sanliang explained the next steps.

Zhang Chen naturally had no reason to refuse, so he nodded in agreement and was taken by Chen Sanliang to a camp built of earth and stone, where the interior setup was simple with no table, not even a bed, completely empty tent built with branches and leaves.

“No wonder the demon race worships Chen Sanliang as a Demon Master, the demon race is still in an ignorant state, also not knowing how Chen Sanliang has survived all these years,” Zhang Chen employed Earth Control Technique to form two stools, sitting and waiting for news from Chen Sanliang.

Didn’t let Zhang Chen wait long, Chen Sanliang returned with bloody meat in hand, “I’ve already persuaded Bai Cang, tomorrow we’ll discuss the strategy!”

Then Chen Sanliang began to light the fire for roasting meat, busily preparing food.

“Mr. Bai Cang lives like this among the demon race?” Zhang Chen watched Chen Sanliang at the fire, and checked his thin form, likely why he appeared so unhealthy.

“The demon race eats raw meat, except for the Monkey Race, none eats cooked food,” Chen Sanliang said helplessly.

As he spoke, he handed the grilled meat skewers to Zhang Chen, “Come, make do with it.”

While Zhang Chen and Chen Sanliang were eating meat, Bai Cang with a gloomy expression squatted in the camp, eyes fixate on his six tails neatly arranged before him, his gaze filled with darkness.

Are those tails? They are his life!

Moreover, losing the tails would gradually weaken his bloodline.

“At this point, I can only take a risky move, disband and depart! I borrow seven tails as offering, summoning ancestral power, perhaps it can break through the dragon qi protection of Prince Pingbian’s Mansion, then reincarnate inside to steal the mansion’s aura helping me transform, the bloodline might evolve to Eighth Tier under the dragon qi enhancement,” Bai Cang thought, opening his mouth to swallow all six tails on the ground, starting some ritual and dancing inside the camp.

As for the layout inside Prince Pingbian’s Mansion, he already had a target in mind, that Zhang Family concubine seemed like a good choice, her name appeared to be Zhang Xiaolan.

That woman is deeply loved by Prince Pingbian, if he could possess her, he can surely use the secret technique to steal the dragon qi of the Northern Land.

After the ritual was completed, Bai Cang stopped, his entire body drenched with sweat, crystal beads of sweat seeped down his skin through the fur.

“But I still need a Divine Weapon to assist me in completing the last step of this secret technique, only divine weapon aura can break the dragon qi of Prince Pingbian’s Mansion,” Bai Cang’s eyes glimmered with thought, recalling Zhang Chen’s blood-red saber, “That blade can easily shatter even the True Spirit Reverse Scale of Eleventh Tier, breaking the dragon qi of Prince Pingbian’s Mansion shouldn’t be a problem. Moreover, I only said to help him extinguish Prince Pingbian’s Mansion, but as for methods and means, I didn’t clarify. However, before moving, I need to have Chen Sanliang leave, lest he sabotages the plan.”

That night

Zhang Chen is sleepless in the demon race’s main camp, and is chatting with Chen Sanliang.

“Sir, do you intend to stay with the Demon Race forever?” Zhang Chen inquired.

“I have no way out.” Chen Sanliang’s lips turned into a bitter smile, his voice filled with bitterness: “The Human Race cannot accommodate me, neither can the Noble Families nor the Confucianists.”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chen did not know how to comfort the other. If it were himself, the situation might not be any better, and he feared he might be even more extreme.

“Only when I reach the Twelfth Tier will I have the right to speak reason to this world.” Chen Sanliang’s eyes were filled with determination.

At that moment, Zhang Chen felt that there was light in Chen Sanliang’s eyes, a very bright light that stung his eyes painfully.

“What about you? What are your plans for the future? If you stay with the Demon Race, I can recommend you to become a Mountain King, with limitless prospects.” Chen Sanliang stared intently at Zhang Chen, his eyes filled with hope.

Zhang Chen shook his head upon hearing this: “The Demon Race is too desolate, spending every day among beasts, I can’t bear it.”

“Beasts have their own merits; they are simple-minded. As long as you are stronger than them, they will bow to you, much better than humans who stab in the back.” Chen Sanliang said.

Zhang Chen did not agree with this, thinking that the reason those beasts don’t backstab is not due to the absence of human cunning and darkness, but because their intelligence is not high. If the Demon Race’s intelligence were as high as his own, it might not be as pure as Chen Sanliang says.

While the two were talking, a sound came from outside the door: “Lord Demon Master, the Bear Demon King invites you to a meeting.”

Chen Sanliang nodded and said to Zhang Chen: “You should rest early, no need to wait for me.” After speaking, he left the room.

Shortly after the two left, a badger crawled in from outside the tent, looking at Zhang Chen with a displeased expression: “The Military Advisor invites you to a meeting.”

The Military Advisor referred to Bai Cang.

Upon hearing the message, Zhang Chen’s first thought was that it was a trap, but after a turn of thought, he decided to go and see. Since trouble had already found him, he could only take the initiative to solve it. Unless Bai Cang doesn’t want his last life, Zhang Chen wouldn’t mind chopping his head off to use as a ball.

He could kill him six times before, and now he can still kill him once.

Zhang Chen followed the badger towards Bai Cang’s large tent, and along the way saw countless wolves, insects, tigers, and leopards clearly guarding their respective territories. Pairs of eyes looked at Zhang Chen as he passed, subconsciously licking their lips.

“This is Mr. Bai Cang’s tent.” The honey badger led Zhang Chen to a treehouse and said to him.

Zhang Chen nodded and stepped into the treehouse, seeing Bai Cang alone squatting in the tent. The entire tent was empty, with no decoration, not even a bed.

“You’ve come.” Bai Cang saw Zhang Chen and spoke with a warm attitude and calm voice, showing no hostility at all.

But the more he behaved like this, the more uneasy Zhang Chen felt, thinking something was amiss, his guard reaching its peak: “What do you want with me?”

“Don’t be so tense. I came to discuss tomorrow’s cooperation with you.” Bai Cang smiled and reached out a paw to Zhang Chen: “Sit down.”

“There’s no need to sit, just say what you have to. I’m busy sleeping.” Zhang Chen replied irritably.

Bai Cang shook his head at this: “Ah, youth, so easily agitated. With such a tense atmosphere, how can we talk?”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chen glanced at Bai Cang and could only sit down. But just as he was in the process of half-sitting, Bai Cang suddenly lunged, his cold, glimmering teeth aiming directly for Zhang Chen’s neck. Seeing those sharp teeth, Zhang Chen didn’t doubt for a second that if Bai Cang bit him, he would perish immediately.

So without thinking, Zhang Chen summoned the Blood Transformation Divine Saber to his hand, slashing at Bai Cang’s throat.

He didn’t believe that mere Bai Cang could withstand the power of the Blood Transformation Divine Saber.

“Wretch, how dare you betray your word, aren’t you afraid of Chen Sanliang troubling you?” Zhang Chen shouted angrily.

But halfway through his swing with the Blood Transformation Divine Saber, he sensed something was wrong. Bai Cang had closed his mouth, showing a hint of a smile in his eyes, making no defensive moves, and crashed straight into the slashing Blood Transformation Divine Saber.

The next moment, unsurprisingly, Bai Cang’s big head fell off, his body also crashing away, while Bai Cang’s Yin Spirit wrapped with a trace of the Blood Transformation Divine Saber’s sharp energy, vanished into nothingness.

“Was he seeking death on purpose?” Zhang Chen was stunned, looking down at Bai Cang’s body in disbelief: “He was so afraid of dying before, why is he now actively seeking death?”

Zhang Chen really couldn’t understand the other’s change in mentality, his eyes filled with bewilderment: “It shouldn’t be, should it? How could it be? Who in their right mind, living well, actively seeks death?”

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