CHAPTER 215: CHAPTER 212: WINNING OVER THE HEAVENLY WOLF TRIBE_1

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The spirits of the Tyrant’s Cavalry were soaring, growing ever braver in battle. After exchanging blows for more than twenty rounds, they pierced the skull of the Xuan Snake phantom, which transformed into motes of light that scattered and vanished.

The Heavenly Snake Formation—broken!

The Wilderness Snake Ridge emerged, and the eyes of the Tyrant’s Cavalry soldiers lit up. These are the spoils of war!

"What... What do we do now!" an elder of the Xuan Snake Tribe stammered, swallowing hard, his voice quivering. The news of the Xuan Snake King’s demise had already terrified him. Now, with the Heavenly Snake Formation shattered, his fear reached its peak.

Unfortunately, no one answered his question.

Every member of the Xuan Snake Tribe on Snake Ridge felt a chill creep down their spines as they watched the enemies below the mountain, their eyes filled with terror.

"Charge!" a general of the Tyrant’s Cavalry roared, and the massive army surged forward.

"ROAR!" Their mounts, sensing their masters’ battle intent, neighed excitedly. With powerful leaps, they charged into Snake Ridge, trampling many Xuan Snake Tribe members.

A savage charge! This was the cavalry’s greatest advantage. Even a well-organized army would struggle to withstand the Tyrant’s Cavalry’s charge, let alone the demoralized Xuan Snake people.

A single charge tore a hole in the Xuan Snake Tribe’s formation, resulting in over a hundred thousand casualties.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

Not every race was as valiant as the Heavenly Wolf Tribe. The Xuan Snake Tribe, true to their serpentine nature, was rather timid. Once they realized they were outmatched, their leaders quickly ordered a retreat.

The five Xuan Snake Tribe elders concealed their auras, transformed into ordinary small snakes, and fled from Snake Ridge. The rest of the tribe scattered in disarray, retreating as fast as they could.

"A bunch of useless cowards!" Xiang Yu frowned slightly. He had hoped to use the Xuan Snake Tribe to temper his ’Tyrant’s Cavalry’, but they scattered and fled as soon as the battle began.

"Since you’re useless, then you can all die!" Xiang Yu murmured coldly, thrusting his spear. Dozens of spear auras formed in the Void, locking onto the five fleeing Xuan Snake Tribe elders and the other experts who were Reaching the Saint Realm. Although the five Xuan Snake Tribe elders concealed themselves well, it made no difference in his eyes.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM...

Mists of blood erupted. All the experts of the Xuan Snake Tribe were wiped out by Xiang Yu in one fell swoop.

With their strongest warriors lost, the Xuan Snake Tribe’s defeat was even swifter. The Tyrant’s Cavalry moved as if through uncontested territory, slaughtering back and forth over a dozen times. The piled-up corpses nearly formed a small hill.

Death!

Destruction!

The decline of a civilization!

This was the grim reality of Snake Ridge, a microcosm of the brutal struggles in the world of martial artists.

The Xuan Snake people are too numerous. It will be difficult to kill them all! Xiang Yu’s spiritual sense swept out, covering tens of thousands of miles. He discovered that at least a billion Xuan Snake people inhabited this region. His ’Tyrant’s Cavalry’ alone could not possibly eliminate them all. Forget over a billion agile Xuan Snake people; even felling over a billion trees in a short time would be an impossible task.

After some thought, Xiang Yu decided against ordering a pursuit to exterminate the Xuan Snake people.

「Two days later.」

Snake Ridge, once revered as sacred ground by the Xuan Snake people, was transformed into a sea of fire. Flames leaped tens of thousands of feet into the air, radiating intense waves of heat. The air was thick with the aroma of roasting flesh.

"Relay my order: proceed to Wolf Moon Mountain!" Xiang Yu commanded, frowning as he stood by the edge of the inferno. He had spent two full days pondering how to deal with the Xuan Snake Tribe. In the end, he decided to burn Snake Ridge to the ground and pay a visit to the Heavenly Wolf Tribe. Compared to the Xuan Snake Tribe, he had a much better impression of the Heavenly Wolf Tribe.

Besides their character, the Heavenly Wolf Tribe is also suitable for becoming mounts. We could cultivate a pure ’Heavenly Wolf Army’!

The Heavenly Wolf Tribe was unaware of Xiang Yu’s intentions.

Wolf Moon Mountain, the tribal land of the Heavenly Wolf Tribe, was where all the tribe’s elites gathered. A garrisoned elder was currently convening the tribe’s think tank to discuss their next course of action.

"Everyone, the Wolf King has fallen, and our entire elite army has been annihilated! We have only three paths before us! First, resist to the death. This will most likely lead to the destruction of our tribe and the death of our people, and we still won’t be able to avenge the Wolf King! Second, arrange for the tribe’s elites to escape and seek refuge with the Emperor-level race, the ’Bloodthirsty Wolf Tribe’. This could preserve our tribe’s bloodline, but you are all aware of the ’Bloodthirsty Wolf Tribe’s’ temperament! Third, surrender to the Qin Dynasty’s Divine Court!" Great Elder Lang Yue spoke solemnly, his aged voice revealing his weariness.

In the spacious Stone Palace, several dozen Heavenly Wolves who were Reaching the Saint Realm, capable of freely controlling their body size to maintain a length of about ten feet, were engaged in heated discussion.

"I advise against seeking refuge with the ’Bloodthirsty Wolf Tribe’," one of the Heavenly Wolves who was Reaching the Saint Realm said. "Three hundred thousand years ago, a small Gray Wolf Tribe was annihilated. When their fleeing elites sought refuge with the ’Bloodthirsty Wolf Tribe’, their bloodline essence was extracted, turning them into cripples!"

Bloodline was the most precious thing to non-human races, akin to talent in humans. The purer the bloodline, the stronger the talent. It was worth noting that when a bloodline mutated, it could become a special constitution.

"I agree!" Most of the Heavenly Wolves did not agree to seek refuge with the ’Bloodthirsty Wolf Tribe’.

"In that case, only fighting to the death or surrendering to the Qin Dynasty’s Divine Court remain!" Lang Yue’s expression remained unchanged, though his fists were tightly clenched. The future of the tribe, perhaps, would be decided in the moments to follow.

"I propose we fight to the death! The Heavenly Wolf Tribe has no cowards who cling to life and fear death!" another Heavenly Wolf declared fiercely, his eyes glinting with a savage light.

This time, not many echoed his sentiment. They were there to discuss the future of the Heavenly Wolf Tribe, not to lead their people to their doom, pushing hundreds of millions of tribesmen into the abyss of death.

"What? Are you all afraid?" the Heavenly Wolf who had just spoken demanded angrily, his wide eyes betraying his strong dissatisfaction.

At this moment, Lang Yue, seated in the main seat, suddenly stood up. He gazed towards the east and revealed a bitter smile, saying, "Gentlemen, it seems we no longer have time for discussion!"

"Great Elder, has the Qin Dynasty arrived?"

"Yes." Lang Yue walked towards the palace exit, his low voice reaching everyone’s ears, "Let’s go. Follow me out to take a look!"

Outside Wolf Moon Mountain, Xiang Yu did not immediately order an attack. He simply had the ’Tyrant’s Cavalry’ assume formation and observed the Heavenly Wolf Tribe members in the mountain, nodding repeatedly.

Lang Yue led the tribe’s upper echelons to the foot of the mountain and said in a submissive tone, "General, since you’ve killed our Wolf King, your anger must have subsided. Could you possibly spare our tribe? Whatever your conditions, our tribe is willing to agree!" There was no other choice; facing such overwhelming adversity, this was all they could do. Their Wolf King had died brutally at the enemy’s hands, yet he had to force a smile and feign subservience.

"This General has only one condition: from this day forward, the Heavenly Wolf Tribe shall submit to the Qin Dynasty. Adult members of your tribe will become mounts and serve the state!" Xiang Yu stated indifferently.

"Impossible!" Lang Yue roared emotionally, "You must be joking! We are the noble Heavenly Wolf Tribe, yearning for freedom. How could we possibly become slave-like mounts?"

"Refuse, and your tribe will be exterminated!" Xiang Yu’s tone remained flat.

Lang Yue’s mouth fell slightly agape, not daring to refute, his face flushing red with anger. In his eyes, becoming a mount was tantamount to enslavement, a fate utterly unacceptable. He could not allow the descendants of the Heavenly Wolf Tribe to live a life of degradation and indignity.

Xiang Yu seemed to have seen through Lang Yue’s thoughts and explained with a faint smile, "If you surrender to the Qin Dynasty, the Heavenly Wolf Tribe will be citizens of the Qin Dynasty. Even if you become mounts, it will be under an equal contract, not a master-servant contract. You can rest assured!"