Chapter 161: The Treacherous Plot Succeeds

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“Haha!” The generals of the Iron Cavalry Regiment burst into loud laughter one after another. Shentu Xue also felt incredibly refreshed and couldn’t help but shout with a smile, “Little Lei, so you have such heavy tastes. How old is Yuwen Di’s wife? I can’t believe you actually said that out loud.”

On the Blood Wolf Army’s side, everyone was furious, their rage impossible to contain. This arrogant kid dared to humiliate their leader like this; immediately, a commotion stirred, and they shouted curses, impulsively preparing to charge over.

Xiahou Huan’s mouth also twitched a little. His eldest nephew really had a poisonous tongue. Yuwen Di probably wanted to swallow him alive right now. However, what this kid said was quite right; they were already mortal enemies, so why be polite? If he could really anger Yuwen Di into leading his troops to attack, Xiahou Huan would be secretly delighted.

However, Xiahou Huan also knew this was unrealistic. Blood Wolf was fierce and cunning, a guy who could endure extremely well. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to sit in the position of leader of the Yuwen Tribe.

Sure enough, Yuwen Di stopped the restless Blood Wolf Soldiers with a gloomy face and said darkly, “Brothers, don’t fall for the enemy’s provocation. Only the one who wins the final victory has the right to laugh at the end. Meng Ping, go fight.”

A man wrapped entirely in black armor and a cloak rode a jet-black warhorse out from the crowd, silent and mute. He appeared soundlessly out of nowhere, his whole body dark and cold, just like a ghost.

What made people’s hearts tremble slightly was that on his face, he wore a bronze mask with a green face and ferocious fangs, looking evil and full of eerie energy.

Meng Ping?

Some generals of the Iron Cavalry Regiment began to feel strange. They had never heard that there was a person named Meng Ping in the Yuwen Tribe. Everyone originally knew that in the entire Yuwen Tribe, there were two High-rank Silver experts. One was Butcher Yuwen Hu, who was captured alive by Lei Qing and is still imprisoned in the jail in Yehe Town.

The other one was Yuwen Di’s own younger brother, Yuwen Jie. But everyone knew that Yuwen Jie had advanced to High-rank Silver not long ago, so he shouldn’t be a match for the vice commander of the elite regiment in the Iron Cavalry Regiment, Dual-Hammer Yuchi Kou.

Therefore, whether it was Xiahou Huan or the generals of the Iron Cavalry Regiment, they all thought that although they lost the second battle, they would definitely win the third one. But the sudden appearance of such an eerie Meng Ping felt like walking into an ambush, giving everyone an inexplicable sense of danger.

It is common sense that everyone will feel doubt and fear towards unknown enemies or things. For a moment, everyone turned their eyes toward Yuchi Kou.

Yuchi Kou knocked his two hammers together with a loud crash that made people’s ears go numb, and laughed boldly, “Hey, hey, why are you all looking at me like that? So what if he isn’t Yuwen Jie? Among experts of the same rank, I, Yuchi Kou, am one of the best. What is there to be afraid of? We all have two arms and two legs; do you really think I’m going to lose?”

“You are indeed going to lose.” A cold female voice sounded faintly behind Yuchi Kou.

“Who? Who said I would lose?”

Yuchi Kou turned his head angrily, only to see a masked woman riding a white warhorse in the army behind him, carrying a silver spear, slowly walking out with light steps. Clearly, this woman had already blended into the army.

As soon as Xiahou Huan saw this woman, his gloomy face immediately vanished, replaced by a look of kindness mixed with a bit of fawning as he said, “Miss Yu, didn’t you say you wanted to hide in the army and watch the battle? Why did you suddenly come out?”

When Lei Qing saw this masked woman, he almost spat out a mouthful of blood, staring with his mouth agape in disbelief. How could this grandaunt suddenly appear here? Judging by Uncle Xiahou’s tone, it seemed she had been in the army for a long time?

Although she was masked and wearing a white robe that looked ethereal and fairy-like, with the wild wind blowing her clothes and making them flutter, she looked very beautiful. He would recognize her even if she turned to ash, let alone masked.

The impression was just too deep, especially that intoxicating and perfect body under her white robe.

“Regiment Commander Xiahou.” Yu Shanshan, masked and with a cool aura, nodded faintly and said, “This Meng Ping is probably not from the Blood Wolf Army. If I guess correctly, he should be the personal disciple of Prairie Sacred Eagle Murong Tiance, Ghost Murong Ping.”

Xiahou Huan was stunned when he heard this, but then immediately became furious and cursed, “Blood Wolf, you are too despicable and shameless! Did you know early on that today’s dispute would be decided by general combat? Did you conspire with your Prairie Royal Court to bully me? Murong Ping, you actually use Murong Ping as your own subordinate to fight? Who doesn’t know that Ghost Murong Ping is already at Silver Peak, and could break through to Gold-rank at any time?”

It was no wonder Xiahou Huan was so furious; the other side had conspired together, but his own Cao Zhong hadn’t told him beforehand. If he had known, Xiahou Huan could have prepared earlier. Now it seemed Blood Wolf had known for a long time that the dispute would be resolved by general combat, and had made many preparations early on, including that toad that bullied Shentu Xue.

At first, Xiahou Huan hadn’t recognized that person as Ghost Murong Ping, because Murong Ping cultivated Nether System Fighting Qi and usually liked to appear and disappear like a ghost; no one had seen his true face. It was a moment of oversight.

Cao Zhong looked embarrassed and hurriedly explained, “Brother Xiahou, I really didn’t know they had prepared early on? I thought the people from the Sacred Eagle side wouldn’t conspire with others. Murong Wuyun, what is going on? Why is Ghost Murong Ping from your Sacred Eagle lineage appearing in the Blood Wolf camp?”

But Sacred Eagle Envoy Murong Wuyun denied it with a pretense of ignorance, saying, “Brother Cao, there was absolutely no conspiracy. As for why my junior brother Murong Ping appeared in the Blood Wolf camp, I know nothing about it.”

“You claim to know nothing? Although I believe you didn’t break your oath and reveal what we discussed,” Cao Zhong said indignantly, “but you insisted on resolving the dispute through general combat to avoid damaging the harmony. That was definitely planned long ago.”

“Hehe, Brother Cao, you really react quickly.” Since he was exposed, Murong Wuyun simply tore off his mask and said with a laugh, “In short, our Sacred Eagle Envoy has followed the rules of both sides strictly. After the matters were settled, we never revealed relevant information to either side. As for beforehand, hehe, that has nothing to do with our oath, right?”

Cao Zhong felt dizzy; he had been careless and fell for their trap. His face darkened.

“Hey, hey, Brother Cao, you aren’t thinking of breaking the agreement between us, are you?” Murong Wuyun laughed loudly, “If you insist on breaking the referee’s oath and declaring the previous combat method invalid, then I have nothing to say. But your Eternal Life Palace will inevitably suffer a huge reputation crisis.”

Cao Zhong’s expression turned serious, and he looked at Xiahou Huan with some apology, saying, “Brother Xiahou, I, Cao Zhong, have let you down in this matter. Keep fighting. If you lose, our Eternal Life Palace will compensate you thirty thousand gold.”

Xiahou Huan’s face looked very bad. Losing this match wasn’t something he couldn’t handle, but losing in such a suffocating and uncomfortable way made him very unhappy. He shouted coldly, “Blood Wolf, having Murong Ping participate in a match between our subordinates, doesn’t that violate our previous agreement? First of all, Murong Ping is already at Silver Peak level.”

“Xiahou Huan, don’t be so childish, okay? According to the cultivation rank classification in Fighting Qi theory, there are only three levels: Beginner, Intermediate, and High Rank. So-called Peak of Beginner or Peak of High Rank are just subtle divisions. Even so, Murong Ping can at most be considered Peak of High-rank Silver.” Blood Wolf’s treacherous plot had succeeded, and he said triumphantly, “Furthermore, Murong Ping has already left Lord Sacred Eagle’s command and joined my Yuwen Blood Wolf Tribe. What, is changing sides not allowed? Hahaha~”

Xiahou Huan was so angry that smoke seemed to come out of his seven orifices, and he almost spat blood. He laughed in extreme anger, “After this fight, will Murong Ping then leave your Blood Wolf Tribe and turn back to Lord Sacred Eagle’s command?”

“Old Xiahou, why do you have to be so smart?” Blood Wolf laughed wickedly, his laughter so refreshing, “Seeing you so angry you’re spitting blood, why do I, Yuwen Di, feel so pleased? Hurry up and send someone to fight, what are you waiting for?”

“Envoy Cao, is your Eternal Life Palace just going to watch foreigners bully us?” Lei Qing was also so angry that his hair stood up as he questioned.

“You must be the recently famous Young General Lei Qing, right?” Cao Zhong shook his head helplessly, “This was my negligence, and I will certainly compensate your army with money. But what has been agreed upon cannot be changed. I have heard that Ghost Murong Ping is bloodthirsty and ruthless. If your army doesn’t want to lose a general, then…”

“Surrendering and acting like a coward is certainly not an option.” Lei Qing said seriously, “If it really comes to that, since this matter started because of me, Lei Qing, I will naturally go up.”

“Then, your army should quickly ask a general to step forward and fight,” Cao Zhong urged with a sweaty face.

Dual-Hammer Yuchi Kou laughed wildly, “So what if he’s a personal disciple of the Sacred Eagle? I, Dual-Hammer Yuchi Kou, have never been afraid of anyone at the same rank. Come, come, you kid who can’t see the light, let your Grandpa Yuchi test your skills.”

Wait~

Lei Qing stopped him, rode his horse over to Yu Shanshan with a face full of smiles, looked at her cold eyes, and fawned over her, “Shanshan, how is your cultivation and Fighting Secret Art? I remember your strength seems pretty good; you beat me until I was looking for my teeth on the ground. Do you have a problem beating that Murong kid?”

Yu Shanshan glanced at him coldly, her curved eyebrows raising slightly, “Why? You want me to fight in place of Yuchi Kou?”

“Yes, yes, Shanshan, you are really intelligent and understand immediately.” Lei Qing smiled fawningly, trying to please her, “For the sake of our past friendship, can you do me a favor?”

“A favor?” Yu Shanshan curled her lips and sneered, “Why should I help you? Friendship? Is there any friendship between us?”

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