0p0 Chapter 1582
Chapter 1582
Wang Ye's eyes turned cold upon hearing the news, but he still waved his hand to signal for silence.
The Wang Ye of today is no longer the listless little Taoist priest of his past life. Now, he bears the weight of the fate of his entire clan in this province, and he must remain calm in everything he does.
"Come back with me," Wang Ye said in a deep voice, waving his hand.
This left the hunting warriors, who were teetering on the brink of life and death, feeling indignant.
"Taoist Priest!"
"The Liuhe clan possesses four innate beings, while the Longxia clan, besides me, has only a handful of remaining cannonballs as their last trump card. Fight to the death? What can they possibly use to fight?"
"Are we going to act rashly and anger the Liuhe clan, giving them a legitimate reason to send troops and slaughter all our people?"
As the hunting party drew closer to the tribe's main gate, they could see many young girls weeping with their faces covered, as well as many soldiers wearing rattan armor and holding spears, gathered in the open space in front of the gate.
A stunningly beautiful young man with long hair, riding a lion-tiger beast and wearing chainmail, was being surrounded by a group of soldiers admiring the playthings he had chosen.
"Young Master, Chief Longxia has returned from the hunt."
"Oh?" Upon hearing this, Young Master Liuhe turned around and immediately saw Wang Ye riding a dark gold beast at the head of the long procession.
"So what if I come back?" Young Master Liuhe used to be quite afraid of Wang Ye, who was of indigenous origin, but since he also successfully became a primordial being a month ago, his status in the tribe has skyrocketed, and he is no longer afraid of the small indigenous tribe under his rule.
"Oh, Clan Chief Wang Ye, you've returned just in time!" Young Master Liu He said with a smug smile as he looked at Wang Ye.
"Chieftain, waaaaah!"
"Uncle Chieftain!"
When the chosen tribal girls saw Wang Ye and his hunting warriors return, they cried even louder.
Wang Ye had already sensed the aura of this纨绔 (wán kù, a spoiled, dissolute young man) and couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding. Fortunately, he was no longer the hot-blooded youth he once was, so he smiled and cupped his hands, saying, "I wonder what Young Master Liuhe intends to do? My clan pays a large amount of taxes to the Liuhe clan every year."
"If this action angers my people, even as the clan leader, I may not be able to control it."
Wang Ye stared at Young Master Liuhe and calmly said, "When disaster strikes, just consider whether the Liuhe clan will mobilize all its forces to attack our clan. If our clan is wiped out, what will happen to the huge annual tax and grain shortfall... I wonder where Young Master Liuhe will make up for it?"
As if it had been agreed upon long ago, at this moment, many soldiers behind Wang Ye, armed with firearms, rushed forward, vowing to fight Liu Heshi to the death.
However, the strategy that had previously made Prince Liuhe wary and leave in a huff was completely useless this time.
"This is outrageous! This is utter rebellion!!"
Upon seeing this, Prince Liu immediately ordered his accompanying soldiers: "Kill them!"
At the young master's command, nearly a hundred soldiers clad in rattan armor and wielding weapons charged forward, determined to kill these Longxia people and establish their authority.
"Immortal Master, I'll leave Wang Ye to you. Afterwards, you may take any mortal souls you wish to possess. But please don't forget your promise, Immortal Master."
"Hehehe, I have to say, the people of this indigenous tribe are in good spirits and their souls are of the highest quality."
"Don't worry, I will definitely keep my promise afterward."
As over a hundred rattan armor guards charged forward, Wang Ye's eyes, sharp as a hawk's, fixed on the black-robed man standing beside Young Master Liu He, knowing that this time things were unlikely to end well.
Even if Wang Ye was calm and collected, he couldn't just stand by and watch his people be slaughtered by these rattan armor soldiers.
With a flick of his finger, the submachine gun's fire snake began to roar.
These rattan armor soldiers are all acquired martial artists, only a few levels stronger than ordinary people. How could they possibly withstand the firearms of the Longxia clan?
The nearly one hundred rattan armor soldiers, full of confidence, fell to the ground one by one, shot, before they could even touch the hunting party, screaming in agony.
In just a few breaths, nearly half of the hundred rattan armor soldiers were shot dead, and the rest fled in panic, no longer daring to charge towards the hunting party.
"Young master, it's...it's a magic weapon!"