strictlysupreme Chapter 99 After the Battle of the Underworld, a Feast is Enjoyed; Avengers Come Seeking Death.
Chapter 99 After the Battle of the Underworld, a Feast is Enjoyed; Avengers Come Seeking Death.
On the battlefield outside the Abyss Forest, amidst the blood and smoke of battle, a humanoid beast collapsed to the ground. A sharp, decisive glint flashed in Han Yi's eyes. Without hesitation, he reached out, his hand darting into the beast's body like lightning, and with a swift grab, plucked out its inner core. Then, with a flourish, he summoned Bai Ling and Hu Di from his Beast Taming Ring.
"Guard my feast!"
A sly glint appeared in his eyes as he gave instructions to the two beasts.
"The rest of you, follow me and slaughter these beasts!"
He roared, his voice booming like a bell, causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly.
Before he finished speaking, the life laws and incantation techniques within his body began to operate wildly at the same time. He quickly formed hand seals, and beams of light flew out from his hands, instantly enveloping everyone.
In the blink of an eye, everyone's injuries were completely healed, and everyone felt a surge of powerful energy flowing through their bodies, sweeping away all fatigue.
Holding the Proud Snow Sword, Han Yi was like a war god descending to earth.
He charged straight toward the beast horde that had begun to crumble after losing its leader, kicking up clouds of dust beneath his feet.
He brandished the Snow-Proud Sword in his hand, the sword energy crisscrossing and sweeping towards the beast tide like a net. The sword skills were as if they were free, one after another. Each time he used a sword skill, thousands of sword energies crisscrossed, each containing a thousand pounds of power.
Wherever it went, the ferocious beasts screamed in agony, and blood splattered everywhere, creating a scene resembling a living hell.
Han Yi led his men to slaughter the scattered ferocious beasts on the chaotic battlefield as easily as cutting melons and vegetables. This fierce battle lasted for a whole day and night.
On the battlefield, shouts of battle, screams of agony, and the whistling of swords mingled together, like a symphony of death. When the last ferocious beast fell, everyone was exhausted, but their eyes gleamed with the joy of victory.
Without the slightest hesitation, Han Yi dragged the humanoid beast to the camp.
He took out a bronze cauldron that he had plundered from who-knows-where. It was a low-grade spiritual treasure, and it was indeed excellent for stewing meat.
He cut off pieces of the ferocious beast's flesh, threw them into the cauldron, lit a flame, and stewed it for a long time.
"What are you all standing there for? Come and try it! It tastes great, super fragrant!"
Han Yi excitedly stirred the contents of the cauldron with a wooden stick while waving to everyone with a broad smile. He looked like a warm and hospitable host, a stark contrast to his previous domineering self.
At this moment, a fat man slowly took out a set of exquisite bowls and chopsticks from his storage bag. The bowls and chopsticks seemed out of place on this battlefield full of blood and dust.
He picked up a piece of meat, tasted it, frowned, and said with a pout.
"It has no taste!"
"Reversing the Heavenly Gang?"
Han Yi couldn't help but think that this kid was definitely a traitor.
The fat man's expression and his untimely remarks earned him a roll of eyes from everyone. Everyone else was just using whatever they could find, breaking off a couple of twigs to use as chopsticks to eat, but this fat man was different.
"You little brat, you really have no sense of propriety at all! You have bowls and chopsticks, why don't you bring them out to offer to your older brother?"
As Han Yi spoke, he gently patted the fat man's head and then snatched his bowl and chopsticks away.
"You still complain that my stew is bad? Why don't you cook it yourself?"
Upon hearing this, the fat man remained calm and composed, taking out various seasonings from his storage bag and adding them to the pot. His movements were incredibly skilled, like a professional chef. After adding the seasonings, he even grabbed a bowl for himself.
Soon, as the various seasonings simmered and blended in the pot, an enticing aroma wafted through the air.
Han Yi's eyes lit up as he smelled the aroma, and he secretly praised, "What a talent!"
After taking a bite, he couldn't help but exclaim, "It's truly delicious!"
"What's your name?"
"Wu Liangdong".
His gaze towards the fat man changed, now filled with admiration.
"He's definitely a pillar of society! He'll be with me from now on."
At this moment, Han Yi found the kid more and more pleasing to the eye, as if he had discovered a treasure. He thought to himself: Douyin (TikTok) really did tell me that men who cook well do become handsome!
"Han Yi! We've finally found you!"
Just as everyone was enjoying their meal, Zhao Lingfeng and his three companions appeared. Zhao Lingfeng's injuries had improved somewhat, but he still looked quite serious; his face was pale, and his steps were slightly unsteady.
Upon hearing this, Han Yi's men instantly became alert, placing their hands on their weapons and their eyes filled with intense killing intent.
But when they saw Zhao Lingfeng's Foundation Establishment stage strength, they all showed disdain, sheathed their swords, and looked at them as if they were fools.
Among Han Yi's group, the lowest cultivation level was Foundation Establishment Great Completion. Zhao Lingfeng was simply overestimating himself.
"Senior brother, kill him quickly to avenge our fellow disciples!" Zhao Lingfeng shouted hoarsely, his eyes filled with hatred.
As he finished speaking, the three Zhang siblings appeared.
When the three looked at Han Yi, they realized they couldn't see through the young man's cultivation level at all.
If their cultivation levels were equal to Zhao Lingfeng's, it would be normal for them not to be able to discern Han Yi's strength. However, since all three of them were several realms higher than Zhao Lingfeng, they still couldn't see Han Yi's true cultivation level.
Does he have a way to conceal his cultivation level?
There was another thing that puzzled the three of them: with their cultivation levels, when facing Han Yi and his group, they could vaguely feel a suffocating sense of crisis, as if they were being watched by a ferocious beast.
Apart from Han Yi, it was clear from the cultivation levels of the others that everyone here was a master of Foundation Establishment or above. Zhang Qing himself was only at the minor stage of Core Formation, so he wasn't afraid.
The problem is, apart from him, the other three on our side can't hold out.
This is completely different from what Zhao Lingfeng told them! Wasn't it just a kid who had recently entered the Foundation Establishment Realm leading two beasts? But in the current situation, the three siblings plus the useless Zhao Lingfeng, while they might have a chance of winning, would have to pay a heavy price to kill Han Yi.
If they were to confront each other head-on, Zhang Qing would probably have to expend a lot of effort.
It would be even more embarrassing to be scared off by a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator. Zhang Qing frowned, caught in a dilemma, unsure of what to do.
"Zhao Lingfeng, I was just looking for you! I never expected you to deliver yourself right to my doorstep!"
Han Yi sneered, his eyes filled with a chilling coldness, as if he could freeze Zhao Lingfeng with just his gaze. He was about to make a move, his posture suggesting he intended to snap Zhao Lingfeng's neck.
“Young master, you don’t need to deal with him. I can handle it.”
At this moment, Li Ming spoke up, his eyes gleaming with excitement. For him, this was a golden opportunity to redeem himself and regain his standing in Han Yi's eyes.
This is practically a perfect low-risk, high-reward opportunity! He has to seize it!
With a "whoosh," Li Ming drew his longsword, its blade flashing coldly, and swung it fiercely towards Zhao Lingfeng.
The sharp sword energy, like a roaring dragon, rushed straight towards Zhao Lingfeng with a whistling sound, as if it wanted to tear him apart instantly.