The evil female is weak and the males of the whole continent are out of control and fall.

Chapter 490 Assassination
The news of the revival of the Tree of Life in the Jiaolong tribe spread like wildfire, quickly reaching all the nearby tribes and naturally also reaching the ears of the Chameleon tribe, who were lurking in the shadows.

Deep inside the damp and cold cave, the light was dim, with only a few clumps of moss emitting a pale green glow providing faint illumination.

On a throne roughly carved from massive stalactites and obsidian sat Quize, the chameleon chieftain.

He was even somewhat lean, but the scales covering his entire body had a flowing, unsettling dark golden sheen, like molten metal.

At this moment, the light flickered with the violent heaving of his chest, and his upright, reptilian, dark yellow pupils burned with a fury capable of incinerating everything.

"Useless trash! A bunch of useless trash!" Quize's voice was hoarse and sharp, like a viper flicking its tongue, echoing through the empty cave.

He suddenly slammed a luminous stone he was playing with onto the ground, the hard stone shattering instantly and sending eerie green powder flying everywhere.

"What were those idiots who were sent to the Jiaolong tribe doing? They were about to succeed, the Tree of Life was about to wither, the Jiaolong tribe was in a state of panic, and they would be completely wiped out soon," he stood up abruptly, his body trembling slightly with extreme anger.

He rushed to the several high-ranking confidants who were prostrate on the ground below. The immense pressure caused the orcs, who were also covered in scales, to lower their heads even further and tremble uncontrollably.

"Tell me! Why?" Quize's roar nearly lifted the cave ceiling. "Why is that damned wench Jiaoyuan still alive? Not only is she alive, but she also awakened the Tree of Life? Huh? Speak!"

There was a deathly silence, broken only by heavy breathing and the faint sound of scales rubbing together.

Finally, a chameleon kneeling at the front, its scales a deep brown, trembled as it raised its head, its voice stammering with fear: "Chief...Chief, please calm your anger! I...I have already urgently contacted the old female who handled this matter back then..."

"What did she say?" Quize's voice was like an ice pick, making the orc shudder.

“She…she said…” The dark brown-scaled orc swallowed hard, repeating with difficulty, “She said she did indeed follow orders and threw…throw…the newborn female dragon cub into the most dangerous depths of the ‘Rotting Bone Forest.’ It’s full of hungry beasts and deadly poisonous miasma. She thought…she thought the little cub definitely wouldn’t survive the night. She didn’t expect she would survive…” He didn’t dare say the rest.

"I never expected this!" Kuize let out a chilling chuckle, as if he had heard the most absurd joke in the world. His laughter was filled with violence and destructive intent. "Just because she didn't expect this, she destroyed the culmination of more than a decade of planning for our entire clan? Just because she 'didn't expect this,' she allowed the Jiaolong tribe to rise from the ashes? Do you know that because she 'didn't expect this,' it could bring our clan annihilation!"

He practically roared out the last few words, his dark yellow vertical pupils shrinking into two dangerous thin lines.

The air in the entire cave seemed to have solidified, creating a suffocating atmosphere.

Quize straightened up, his chest heaving violently as he forcefully suppressed the urge to tear these trash in front of him to shreds.

He knew that venting his anger now would be pointless.

The most urgent task is to mend the fence after the sheep are lost!
His eyes turned as cold and venomous as the most sinister snake, and his voice deepened, carrying an even more chilling killing intent: "Listen! I don't care what methods you use or what price you pay! Go and kill that bitch from Jiaoyuan right now!"

His icy gaze swept over each of his subordinates who were prostrate on the ground: "Send out the clan's most elite hunters, regardless of the cost! Before they thoroughly uncover the truth and before that madman Jiaoyuan launches a full-scale retaliation against us, make her disappear completely! Do you understand?"

"Yes, Chieftain!" Several trusted men, as if granted a pardon, hurriedly responded in unison, their voices trembling with relief and the resolve to carry out a bloody mission. "Get out!" Kuize roared, watching his men scramble away. He then sat back on his cold throne, the dark golden scales gleaming ominously in the eerie light.

He gripped the handrail tightly, the hard stone groaning under his fingers as if it were about to collapse.

“Bai Wanwan…” he murmured, chewing on the name. “You must die… otherwise, our entire clan will die.”

The beastmen of Bai Wanwan had made thorough preparations, but they did not expect that the assassinations would continue from morning till night.

For two consecutive days, they killed nearly thirty male chameleons disguised as dragons.

Clearly, the chameleon clan was unaware that Bai Wanwan had three powerful red-tier beastmen by her side.

They sent top-tier orange-rank experts, but against red-rank experts, they were doomed to die.

Jiao Yuan had been keeping a close eye on Bai Wanwan's situation, and he was furious when he learned that Bai Wanwan was being relentlessly assassinated.

He tried to get closer to Bai Wanwan, but no matter what he said, her several beastly husbands wouldn't let him get any closer.

Shuanghua treated him as if he were invisible.

Worried about the safety of his only female offspring, he thought it over and over again, and then, suppressing his long-suppressed anger, he returned to the place where he lived with Lan Yi.

This time, he was utterly devoid of any pretense or tenderness. His gaze was sharp as a knife, piercing straight into the heart of the man in blue: "Blue! If you still cherish the bond we've shared over the past decade, then tell me the truth!"

His voice was low and suppressed, carrying the urge to storm, "You... were you deliberately planted by another tribe to be by my side?"

The woman in blue trembled at the coldness and suspicion in his eyes, and tears welled up instantly. "I'm not! Jiao Yuan, how could you think of me like that? We've been together for so many years, don't you even believe me anymore?"

Her voice was filled with grievance and hurt.

"Believe you?" Jiao Yuan let out a short, weary laugh, his eyes filled with deep disappointment and pain. "How can you expect me to believe you? You used a female child of unknown origin to impersonate my bloodline and deceived me for over a decade! All the fatherly love I poured into Shanhu over these past ten years has been nothing but a complete joke!"

His words struck the blue-clad man like a heavy hammer.

Knowing he was in the wrong about Coral's origins and had no way to refute it, Lan Yi could only lower his head, his voice weak but tinged with stubbornness: "That matter... I'm sorry, I lied to you. But about everything else, I really didn't lie to you! Jiao Yuan, you have to believe me!"

"You're not lying to me?" Jiao Yuan suddenly took a step forward, his tall figure bringing a strong sense of oppression. "Then do you know what our own female child just went through?"

(End of this chapter)