Chapter 509: Chapter 382: Playing in Mud Pits

Until the emissary’s silhouette completely disappeared from sight.

Levi Corbin’s face instantly darkened as he kicked over a nearby barrel: “Damn it, when did I ever collude with the Swine-Dog Tribe?”

Suddenly, something struck his mind, and he abruptly looked at the beastman beside him: “Where’s Harlan Corbin? Still no news?”

The beastman shook his head anxiously: “Clan Leader, I’m afraid Harlan Corbin… won’t be coming back.”

Levi Corbin’s face turned pale; there was nothing unclear in his heart.

This was Beast King City venting on The Wolf Tribe.

More specifically, it was the new Beast King Kian Sterling venting for Luna Sutton.

…

The Swine-Dog Tribe was even more bewildered; although they often engaged in robbery, they really hadn’t done anything recently, much less provoked Beast King City.

Why were they suddenly accused of colluding with the Winged Tiger Tribe with malicious intent?

Gus, the Clan Leader of the Swine-Dog Tribe, was bewildered as he accepted the decree handed to him by the emissary from Beast King City. Looking at the extensive tribute demanded, he barely held back from cursing out loud.

This is treating us like pushovers!

Even though their tribe often plundered other tribes, they were all small tribes without any good stuff.

Beast King City demands so much tribute, including beast crystals, isn’t this driving them to their end?

The most infuriating part was the reminder at the bottom of the decree: no robbing, or else the punishment would double.

Gus nearly exploded with anger, but he could only swallow his rage and comply; after all, they were up against Beast King City.

If he dared refuse, the army of Beast King City would probably flatten the Swine-Dog Tribe immediately.

Knowing full well they weren’t exactly innocent.

“Rest assured, emissary, our Swine-Dog Tribe will dutifully obey the Beast King’s decree, contributing on time every year without any delay.”

Gus forced a smile uglier than a cry, accepting the decree respectfully with both hands.

The emissary cast him a cold glance before turning to leave with big strides.

Not until the silhouettes of the emissary group disappeared did Gus’s expression change, turning dark as ink: “Damn it, which bastard set up our Swine-Dog Tribe?”

Despite their bad reputation, the Swine-Dog Tribe always robbed openly, never resorting to underhanded tricks.

Being suddenly accused by Beast King City of such a serious crime, demanding so much tribute, was essentially forcing them to their demise.

If they found out who was scheming against them, he wouldn’t hesitate to eliminate them.

Meanwhile, at the back mountain of The Wolf Tribe.

“Boom——”

There was another loud explosion, and a small mushroom cloud rose again from a spot in the back mountain.

Malachi Arcanus retracted his hand, looking at the large crater on the ground with a few shades of pride on his untamed and handsome face.

He had now mastered several fire magic spells, and due to the Red Lotus Karmic Fire within him, the spells he cast were immensely powerful, incomparably stronger than ordinary fire magic.

“Haha, I did it.”

Malachi Arcanus turned his head, looking at Soren Phoenix, who was also practicing magic not far away, and laughed gleefully, “Hey show-off, want to compete and see who’s stronger?”

Upon hearing this, Soren Phoenix slightly raised his eyes, quickly forming a gesture with his fingers.

In an instant, a cluster of flames flew out, transforming into a Fire Phoenix in the air, soaring across the sky, aiming straight for Malachi’s face.

It was clear he wanted to test the other’s skills.

“Bring it on, I’m not afraid of you!”

Instead of being intimidated, Malachi laughed joyously, the Red Lotus Karmic Fire in his palm instantly shaped into an Abyssal Demon Wolf, charging head-on to meet the attacking Fire Phoenix.

“Boom——”

The Fire Phoenix and the Abyssal Demon Wolf formed by the Red Lotus Karmic Fire clashed fiercely in mid-air, the dazzling flames illuminating the entire back mountain, soaring temperatures, and rolling waves of air.

Both of them remembered it was just a competition, and they controlled it well, only practicing on the open ground of the back mountain, not actually intending to burn down the forest.

If they truly burned down the back mountain’s forest, unless they wanted to get punished.

The smoke hadn’t dissipated, and a shadow silently appeared at the edge of the battlefield.

Rhys Blackwood’s figure flickered amidst the tumbling smoke, not even glancing at the two fiery contenders.

He expressionlessly raised his hand.

Dense darkness flowed from his palm like a living thing.

In an instant, it swallowed up the dazzling flames and light, engulfing that area in a quiet darkness as if the entire sky had suddenly turned black, pitch dark.

Day turned to night in a second.

“Tsk, The Black Serpent, always ruining my mood.”

Malachi’s voice sounded particularly irritable in the darkness, the Red Lotus Karmic Fire lit up in his palm with a “sizzle,” like a solitary lamp, illuminating his untamed face full of displeasure.

“Exactly, Rhys, you’re such a killjoy.”

Frey discontentedly brushed off imaginary dust from his Fiery Red Feather Robe, a Phoenix True Fire emerging from his palm, lighting his eyes with rippling charm, “Soren and I were getting to the exciting part, why are you stirring up trouble?”

Rhys retracted his hand, the surrounding darkness receded like the tide, instantly restoring light.

He cast a cold glance at the two of them, his thin lips uttering a single word: “Noisy.”

Concise, sending a shiver down one’s spine.

“Ha.”

A cold chuckle echoed.

Zeke, somehow leaning against a surviving ancient tree not far away, glanced at the chaotic scene with his emerald eyes.

“Are you two so dissatisfied with the completeness of the back mountain that you came here to give the Beastman Tribe a demonstration of an ’enemy attack’? If you make more noise, Luna might whip you with vines.”

His tone indifferent, his sharp tongue unaffected.

“Zeke is right.”

A warm voice with laughter echoed.

Kian Sterling approached from farther back, the shadow of the Ten-Tailed Celestial Fox flickered behind him, making his androgynous handsome face even more enigmatic.

He scanned the ravaged back mountain forest, full of pits as if it had experienced a great battle, the corners of his mouth curling further.

“Practicing spells is a good thing, but the noise… really disturbs the peace. Just now Corbin Crowley transmitted a message to me, saying the patrol has already sent people five times to ask if there’s a sneak attack by other tribes.”

Malachi Arcanus and Soren Phoenix’s faces immediately became somewhat embarrassed.

Malachi cursed angrily, “You old fox, stop pretending like you weren’t practicing spells here yourself.”

“I certainly practiced too, but I have restraint, unlike you guys making such a ruckus.”

Kian Sterling casually threw out this sentence, successfully making Malachi and Soren’s faces even darker.

Soren Phoenix flipped his hair, attempting to regain ground, “Without causing a bit of commotion, how do you know if you’ve succeeded in your practice?”

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, as if turned into an icy world.

Everyone simultaneously looked in a certain direction.

Corbin Crowley had somehow appeared under an ancient tree, his silver eyes scanned the chaos around him, the corner of his mouth twitching.

“Whoever blew up the pit has to fill it in themselves. The tribe’s young ones are plentiful, if any accidentally falls in and can’t climb out, and accidentally gets buried, it would be… entertaining.”

He wasn’t joking; the young ones of the tribe love to roam around, they often come to the back mountain, playing in the mud, sand, diving into holes, jumping into pits, and whatnot—all very normal activities.

Just after Corbin Crowley finished speaking.

From afar, Kael, Kael Shadowend, Frey, and Rhys Blackwood’s eight snake cubs came running over.

Behind them followed Barrett Arcanus, Fintan Arcanus, Zora, three little phoenixes, and a golden and a blue young dragon.

The leading Kael suddenly ran to Corbin Crowley’s feet, flashed white, turning into a chubby pink ball.

Clutching Corbin Crowley’s leg, his tiny finger pointed at the large pits blasted by the spells, his baby voice barely forming words, “Fa…ther, we…wanna play jump.”

The largest Kael, Kael Shadowend, Frey, and the eight snake cubs not only can freely transform between their original forms and Beastling forms.

They can already speak, albeit not very fluently, each word coming out separately, and their pronunciation is not very standard.

Kael Shadowend, Frey, and the eight snake cubs also transformed into Beastling cubs, tugging at Corbin Crowley’s and Rhys Blackwood’s pants legs, babbling they want to jump into pits.

Barrett Arcanus, Fintan Arcanus, Zora, the three little phoenixes, and two young dragons are still small; they can’t speak and can’t shape-shift yet.

But it doesn’t mean they don’t understand anything; moreover, their original forms are handier than Beastling cub forms, they had already slipped into those pits to play.

Corbin Crowley and Rhys Blackwood both looked grim, with their cubs wanting to jump into pits, what could they say?

Could they possibly say no?

Obviously not.

Both looked toward Malachi and Soren, the meaning clear.

The pits you made, you handle them.

Malachi and Soren: “…”

Little rascals.

The two exchanged glances, simultaneously turning their heads away.

They rarely engaged in such an enjoyable fight, who remembered to control the force?

They certainly didn’t.

Now, they’ve dug big pits, and their cubs want to play jumping into pits.

Kian Sterling lifted little fox Zora from a pit, brushed the dust off his little daughter, and leisurely walked away.

A little girl playing jump in mud pits? Making herself dirty.

Just a few steps away, suddenly came “thump thump” sounds behind him.

Couldn’t help but look back; Barrett Arcanus and Fintan Arcanus, the two little wolf cubs, were already rolling into the largest pit.

Excitedly scratching the dirt, dirt-covered faces, howling to Kael and friends on the bank, seemingly boasting they occupied the best and biggest pit first.

Malachi not only didn’t stop them but instead squatted by the pit, chuckling, “Good lads, picking spots better than their old dad did back in the day.”

Zeke’s mouth twitched, coldly saying two words, “Childish.”

Then he gracefully left, leaving whoever to clean up the mess.

Soren Phoenix grimly fished his daughter Lyra Fawkes out of a pit, as for the other two boys, let them play how they want.

Mael Valerius practiced spells by the water flow nearby, not even glancing at the commotion over there, as if it was unrelated to him.

Regarding the two cubs playing in mud pits, he was indifferent.

Let them play however, more hardy, less likely to get sick.

Anyway, there are tough guys watching.

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