After a century of worship, I became the ancestor of the tribe.

Chapter 142 A Massive Slaughter! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
In the small mountain range.

Shouts of battle rose and fell as a small human tribe was breached by the Xiaoyang tribe's soldiers.

Flames raged both inside and outside the tribal city, and fighting was raging everywhere. However, the tribe failed to organize an effective military formation and was directly overrun by the Xiaoyang tribe's soldiers.

People were constantly being cut down by the Xiaoyang tribe soldiers, and some children who were slow to run were simply grabbed by the Xiaoyang and thrown into their mouths.

"Run!"

"Child, run!"

A martial artist, wielding a broadsword, charged towards Xiaoyang, but before he could take a few steps, a spear pierced his body, sending him flying into the campfire.

The boy who was running away in the distance didn't get very far before he was pinned to the ground and killed in an instant.

The cries of agony echoed throughout the mountains and fields. The few remaining warriors who resisted were quickly slaughtered by the Xiaoyang Clan soldiers, and the rest hurriedly ran into the mountains.

But how could they possibly outrun Xiaoyang?

"Ha ha!"

Outside the human city, the leader, Commander Xiaoyang, rode on a crocodile dragon and laughed as he looked at the billowing smoke over the human city.

On the ground in front of it, more than a dozen figures were nailed to the ground, one of whom was not completely dead, his eyes bloodshot.

"what!"

He let out a long roar, rose abruptly from the ground, drew his spear, and charged towards Commander Xiaoyang.

Before he could take two steps, he was blasted into a cloud of blood mist by the tail that the Crocodile Dragon swung at him!
"No!"

"I'm going to kill these beasts!"

Among the fleeing figures, several young martial artists could no longer bear it and turned around like madmen, rushing towards Xiao Yang who was chasing after them.

……

"Gather them quickly, and we'll have a feast here today!"

Seeing the rebels being killed one after another, most of the remaining humans ran towards the mountains. Mu Yang laughed loudly, called to the tribe soldiers in front of him, and headed towards the tribe city.

Boom!

At that moment, a deafening roar erupted, billowing smoke and dust filled the air, and the earth shook violently.

Mu Yang turned around and saw a group of human cavalry escorting a chariot rolling towards him.

"where……"

Just as he was about to speak, his gaze suddenly fixed on the bronze chariot in the center.

"It's a bronze chariot!"

The accompanying Xiaoyang tribe soldiers were the first to exclaim in surprise.

"run!"

Upon seeing the bronze chariot approaching, Mu Yang's first instinct was not to gather his troops to resist, but to steer his crocodile dragon and turn around to flee.

"kill!"

Huo Zhan raised his heavy sword, pointing it at the Xiaoyang Clan soldiers in front of him, and a strong bloody aura rose from the blade.

Clang clang!
For the antelope-like beast that had taken long strides, the two or three miles of road were covered in an instant, and it soon collided with the soldiers of the Xiaoyang tribe.

Although the group consisted of fewer than a hundred people, they were heavily armored, wielded war beasts, and carried long-handled swords. Wherever they went, the Xiaoyang tribe soldiers were cleaved in two.

The chariot did not release the Kui Niu divine form, but directly crushed the Crocodile Dragon under Xiao Yang's command. The massive chariot body rolled over and turned into a bloody rut.

Rumble!
Hearing the screams of the tribal soldiers behind him, Mu Yang kicked his crocodile dragon to make it speed up.

But before he could run very far, a giant arrow pierced his body and pinned him to the ground.

The arrow was thrown by Shen Can from his chariot, and with just one shot, he pinned Mu Yang, the commander of ten thousand men, and his crocodile dragon to each other.

Then, the chariots ran over the fleeing Xiaoyang tribe soldiers, crushing them one by one.

Seeing this, Huo Zhan led his people to turn around and rush into the ruined clan city, attacking wherever Xiao Yang gathered the most.

The Xiaoyang Clan soldiers, who had been hunting down humans, were so frightened that they began to scatter and flee.

……

The chariot slowly approached the commander of the Xiaoyang army, who was nailed to his mount. Shen Can had held back when he made his move, and had not nailed him to the ground.

The antelope-like beast pulling the chariot lifted its foot and crushed the still-breathing crocodile dragon to death. It then opened its mouth, bit off the dragon's head, and began to chew it.

"you!"

Mu Yang exclaimed in horror, "You still dare to come out!"

The crocodile lord climbed out of the chariot, leaped onto the mangled body of the crocodile dragon, and dragged Mu Yang away.

"do not want!"

Looking at the crocodile's gaping maw, Mu Yang trembled all over; it was going to eat it alive.

This scene was common when it used to devour people alive; now it's its turn.

The crocodile lord dragged Mu Yang away into the distance.

Not long after, when the Alligator Lord returned, it opened its mouth and spat out a set of armor and a bunch of other odds and ends.

"My lord, it says that three hundred miles to the southwest is the location of a large camp of Xiaoyang. There is a mine there, so there are no less than a hundred Xiaoyang people at the Heavenly Vein Realm."

Mu Yang is indeed a commander of ten thousand, but this trip was for hunting, and he only brought less than a thousand ordinary Xiaoyang tribe soldiers with him.

"Xiao Yang, who is in charge of the mining camp, is said to be at the eighth level of the Heavenly Vein Realm, but I don't know if that's true or not."

Shen Can nodded. Whether it was true or false didn't matter; it was impossible for a fourth-level martial artist to be stationed at a single mine.

If it were truly a fourth-order mineral vein, Jishan wouldn't give it up easily.

Soon, more than a dozen figures followed Huo Zhan to the outside of the chariot and knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"Thank you for your help, Lord Kamibane!"

Shen Can did not get off the chariot. His divine sense covered the outside world and he saw the several people kneeling on the ground.

"My lord, they want to follow you to kill Xiaoyang."

Huo Zhan approached the chariot and spoke.

Shen Can scanned these people with his divine sense several times. These people had strong emotional fluctuations, anger and hatred towards Xiao Yang.

"Give them some blood pills."

Upon hearing Shen Can's instructions, Huo Zhan understood and said, "Go and collect Xiao Yang's remains."

The group nodded and quickly called back their clansmen, who then dragged over Xiao Yang's remains.

……

Soon, the remains of the owl-like creatures were quickly refined into blood essence within the witch formation, and the people of the tribe gathered outside.

Blood pellets formed in the center of the witch formation.

Since only about two hundred Xiaoyang Clan soldiers were killed, the number of blood pills produced was only a dozen or so.

Huo Zhan put away the blood pill, glanced at the gathering figures, and casually tossed the blood pill to the few figures who had approached earlier.

No one speaks.

For a moment, things quieted down.

Those who survived were no strangers to the practice of devouring owl yang for cultivation, but the aftereffects of refining owl yang were terrifying.

"go!"

Shen Can's voice came from the tank.

If people don't save themselves, they can only wait to die.

Upon hearing this, Huo Zhan called to his people to get on the chariot and leave.

"I eat!"

The person holding the blood pill looked around and swallowed it. The dense blood energy rushed straight to the top of their head, and they couldn't help but let out a roar similar to that of a wild beast.

"I wish I could devour Xiaoyang's flesh and blood whole!"

An old woman rushed out and headed towards the place where the bones of Xiao Yang had just been piled up. Unfortunately, when she rushed in, the bones of Xiao Yang, who had already absorbed all the blood energy, turned into powder.

She grabbed it without a second thought and stuffed it into her mouth.

The others also realized what was happening, and people kept grabbing the powdered owl yang and stuffing it into their mouths.

At that moment, a token was thrown from the departing chariot and landed on the ground.

The sound reached the ears of everyone around.

"With this token in hand, if you see a flag that looks just like this, join the fight to kill Xiaoyang!"

...On the wasteland.

Jiang Zhen led a dozen or so tribesmen on riding antelope-like beasts towards the Jinshan tribe.

This trip was another wasted trip.

Young Master Luo Feng could not be found at all.

Not only could he not find him, but the Xiaoyang tribe around Heyang Market could not find him either.

Rumble!
The group continued westward. The wasteland was flat and boundless. Soon they saw a group of people coming towards them in the distance.

As they drew closer, Jiang Zhen and his group saw the antelope-like beast and the bronze chariot.

"It's a bronze chariot!"

"Why is Young Master Luo Feng here?!"

It's normal for bronze chariots to be guarded by antelope-like beasts; each young master has hundreds of antelope-like beasts as guards.

"Wait, why does the antelope-like beast pulling the chariot look so much like the young master's?"

When the two figures were less than three miles apart, someone finally noticed them.

The bronze chariot is correct, but the antelope-like beast pulling it is incorrect.

Ordinary antelope-like beasts are all pretty much the same, but the Qiyun ridden by Young Master Luozhi is one of the five strongest antelope-like beasts in the tribe.

Among the young masters, the antelope-like beast ridden by Young Master Luo Zhi is the strongest, and its single horn is the most distinctive.

"Oh no, that's Qiyun!"

At that moment, Jiang Zhen recognized him as well.

The tribe's young leaders have never had any brotherly affection for each other, and Young Leader Luo Zhi would never give up Qi Yun to Young Leader Luo Feng.

"Brother Zhen, no, the other antelopes under them are ours too."

After a thorough examination, the expressions of Jiang Zhen's men changed drastically.

not good!

"Ready to fight!"

Jiang Zhen shouted loudly, drew his battle sword, and kicked the antelope beast he was riding.

"Kill it!"

The group of more than a dozen people drew their weapons and charged toward the bronze chariot.

Huo Zhan and the others guarding the bronze chariot also grabbed their weapons, ready to charge.

Shen Can, who was on the chariot, gripped the handrails with both hands, and his divine sense transformed into waves that reached the ears of his clansmen.

"You follow behind the chariots!"

The chariot charged towards Jiang Zhen and his men who were charging towards them.

Jiang Zhen also realized that Shen Can on the chariot was not any of the young masters of the tribe he knew.

Clang!
The gleaming crimson-gold blade emitted a dazzling light as Jiang Zhen, riding his antelope-like beast, made the first move.

The blade flashed horizontally, heading straight for the chariot.

Rumble!
An unparalleled fighting spirit surged forth from the bronze chariot, the booming sound like the beating of war drums, as the Kui Niu roared out, using the chariot as its skeleton.

Compared to its previous size of over twenty zhang, the Kui Niu now grew to nearly thirty zhang, its massive body even covering the antelope-like beast pulling the cart.

Directly in front of the chariot was a nearly solidified unicorn horn, over five zhang in size.

Rumble!
The soaring unicorn collided with the falling blade, scattering streaks of light.

Then the Kui Niu chariot, its power undiminished, charged past.

Roar!
A scream rang out as the antelope-like beast Jiang Zhen was riding was torn apart by the horn of the Kui Niu. Jiang Zhen groaned as his battle sword was knocked away first.

At that moment, Jiang Zhen felt a chill run down his spine, sensing the approach of death.

He instantly threw out his fists, and bursts of powerful punches, carrying surging blood energy, slammed into the horns of the Kui Niu.

But as soon as the punch landed, he was sent flying by the Kui Niu's horn, his body flying up and crashing down.

Jiang Zhen blocked the chariot's charge, and as Jiang Zhen was blasted away, the Kui Niu's massive body crashed into the remaining Antelope-Qilin Beast cavalry.

Click!

Screams, roars of beasts, and the cracking sound of bones breaking rang out.

The chariots rolled on, invincible and domineering.

After stepping over the dozen or so antelopes and warriors, the Kui Niu roared and turned into specks of light, returning to the chariot.

On the chariot, Shen Can looked at the spot where Jiang Zhen had fallen. With a wave of his hand, water vapor surged up from all directions, transforming into a giant arrow.

With a slap of his palm, the giant arrow exploded, its deafening roar piercing the sky.

Jiang Zhen, who had fallen to the ground, was terrified and tried to dodge, but a flash of arrow pinned him to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth, and he stopped breathing.

Behind them, the tribesmen who followed closely behind the chariot quickly gathered up the battlefield, their eyes filled with astonishment as they looked at the chariot.

Is this still a temple with less than ideal physical condition?
Huo Zhan strode to Jiang Zhen's remains, where the man was floating in the small lake formed by the shattered water arrow, his blood staining the lake red.

"It was fruitful."

The collected items were laid out in front of Shen Can. Shen Can only put away the cultivation manual and Jiang Zhen's battle sword, and distributed the rest of the scattered items to the clansmen who followed him.

"Take a good rest. We'll go and take down Xiaoyang's mining camp in a bit."

The tribespeople excitedly agreed, finding it truly comfortable to follow the temple, with plenty of food, drink, and battles to fight.

……

Blue-veined copper ore.

Under the cover of night, the camp was brightly lit by campfires, and Xiaoyang soldiers could be seen guarding everywhere. Human figures were constantly moving in and out of the undulating mines.

Each person carried a specially made bamboo basket when entering the cave, and when they came out, the baskets were filled with minerals that shimmered with a bluish luster.

The blue-patterned copper ore produced here, after smelting, can be used to forge first and second-tier ordinary weapons.

The occasional ore with cyan patterns is an excellent material for crafting third-tier witch weapons, and it is not picky about the user.

This copper mine was originally in the hands of the superior Huotong tribe.

The entire Huotong tribe rose to prominence thanks to this mine.

Now, half of the Huotong tribe's people have been eaten, and the rest have long been captured and taken to the Xiaoyang camp to forge weapons for the Xiaoyang tribe soldiers.

Numb figures moved in and out of the mine; if they were even slightly slow, they would be killed by the Xiaoyang Clan soldiers.

Xiao Yang didn't care about the human race at all; if they died, he would just go and capture them.

Inside the camp, the Xiaoyang tribe soldiers stationed there seemed quite undisciplined.

But secretly, at the entrance and exit of the mine, giant crossbows were already prepared, and squads of Xiaoyang tribe archers were ready with their bows and crossbows.

The Xiaoyang tribe soldiers who had escaped during the day had already been informed that they had been attacked by bronze chariots.

Mu Tuo wiped his spear, the tip emitting a strong smell of blood that it seemed to be obsessed with.

"Everyone, get your act together! If the Bronze Chariot dares to come, we'll make sure it doesn't leave alive. That unlucky Mu Feilong, I'll teach him how to kill humans!"

"Hahaha……"

Mu Tuo laughed loudly, walked into the main hall, and reached out to grab the human woman he had captured. When he came out, blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.

If we destroy Mu Ming's bronze chariot and let him take it, how can Mu Feilong compete with him?

Rumble!
Outside the mine, a deafening roar resounded.

"coming!"

Mu Tuo's spirits lifted, and he grabbed his spear and charged toward the entrance to the copper mine.

Shouts of battle rang out, and the sounds of giant arrows and crossbows echoed one after another.

Under the cover of night, the nearly thirty-foot-long Kui Niu charged wildly, shattering arrows into dust wherever it passed.

Like a raging storm, it charged forward, smashing through countless Xiaoyang Clan soldiers as it stormed into the mining area.

"Humans, cease your arrogance!"

A loud shout rang out, and Mu Tuo leaped into the air from a great height, wielding a large spear and charging straight at Kui Niu.

Rumble!
Mu Tuo burst open with a burst of water, rolled out and crashed into the mine, shattering into countless pieces of rock.

Immediately, it nimbly got up, took flight like a large bird, and fled into the distance.

(End of this chapter)