Chapter 571 - 465: Bold Gao Neng: Hunting the Strongest

"I don’t talk to morons."

At these words, the Blood Marshal’s face flushed red.

Meanwhile, the air grew even more oppressive.

With the arrival of the Strongest, the trajectory of this war was no longer that of a conventional one.

Conventional wars are decided by the size of one’s army, but with the Strongest involved, the first thing to consider is the power gap between them.

After all, conventional firearms can’t kill a Strongest.

"What a sharp-tongued little wildcat. Still daring to spout such lies after devouring a soul. Today is as good a day as any. The Human Race will bear witness as I capture you in the name of the Blood Race!" A red light flashed through the Blood Marshal’s eyes as his aura surged violently.

However, the meaning behind his words was crystal clear.

The Human Race would act as witnesses while he, in the name of the Blood Race, captured Gao Xiaomeng. This framed the conflict as an internal battle among the other races, one that did not involve humanity.

Furthermore, his words carried another implication...

He was pinning the death of the White-faced King on Gao Xiaomeng. By doing so, the pact between humanity and the other races—that their Strongest would not fight each other—would remain intact.

"So, he doesn’t want us to interfere," Sword Elder said, his eyes narrowing upon hearing this.

He was weighing his options.

If things went according to plan, it meant the Blood Marshal would leave immediately after capturing Gao Xiaomeng. In that case, the three major cities of the North District could be taken without issue.

But if the humans were to interfere...

A war between the Strongest of humanity and the other races would ignite.

Sword Elder could clearly weigh the two outcomes. His hesitation wasn’t about the three cities, but about the grave consequences of a premature war among the Strongest.

’If a war between the Strongest breaks out, we’ll likely be on the back foot...’ Li Tiannan understood this as well. The three cities were nothing; the war of the Strongest was what truly mattered.

’What should we do?!’

Just as they were pondering this, a voice rang out.

"Gao Xiaomeng, show some respect! The one standing before you is a Strongest of the Blood Race." The speaker was, of course, Gao Neng, standing atop the Flying Earth Dragon.

At his words, all eyes naturally turned to Gao Neng.

Could it be...

Was Gao Neng telling Gao Xiaomeng to show weakness to this Strongest of the Blood Race?

Well, although it would be a bit humiliating, from a strategic standpoint, it was actually a rational move.

After Gao Neng spoke,

the Blood Marshal’s gaze shifted unconsciously toward Gao Neng.

A single glance was all it took.

He recognized Gao Neng.

After all, Gao Neng was just too handsome. The moment he stood there, he was like a glittering red star, so brilliant that no one could look away.

"You’re Gao Neng?" Having recognized him, the Blood Marshal felt a surge of delight.

’I searched high and low for him to no avail, and here he is, falling right into my lap.’

’Gao Neng is this close to the city gate?’

’He’s here to attack the city!’

’These humans... they really have some fucking nerve...’

Originally, the Blood Grand Marshal had been gathering his power, preparing to take down Gao Xiaomeng in a single strike.

His plan had been to capture Gao Xiaomeng and then retreat. As for Ice City... other Strongest were on their way to defend it.

’Not my problem.’

The plan would kill two birds with one stone.

The humans would not only fail to take Ice City, but they would also lose this cat.

But now, Gao Neng had been added to his calculations.

"That’s me," Gao Neng nodded.

He had no need to hide.

Because he couldn’t.

’My son is still soaking in the Blood Pool, and his killer, Gao Neng, is standing right in front of me. If I can use this chance to kill him, my race will be rid of a huge threat!’ The Blood Marshal looked up, considering whether to capture Gao Xiaomeng first or to kill Gao Neng first.

He weighed the two, one against the other.

And this gave Gao Xiaomeng an opening to speak again.

Because Gao Xiaomeng was now very displeased.

"Gao Neng, what was that all about?" So annoyed was Gao Xiaomeng that she didn’t even call him "brother," using his name directly.

"My point is simple," Gao Neng said, waving his hand dismissively. "This old gentleman from the Blood Race is a Strongest, after all. And you, the Cat King, just show up, tell him to get lost, call him a moron, and then give him the silent treatment. Honestly, it’s a little much, even for me."

"Then what would you have me, the Xiaomeng Queen, do?" Gao Xiaomeng clenched her fists.

"At the very least, you should give him a fitting name based on his appearance. For example, ’Silver Horn King.’ Wouldn’t that count as a form of respect?" Gao Neng suggested.

"Silver Horn King?"

"Pfft!"

"..."

The human soldiers, who had thought Gao Neng was about to reprimand her, suddenly understood everything when they heard this.

How the hell was this showing weakness?

This was pure provocation!

Pairs upon pairs of eyes instantly turned to the now-visible Blood Marshal.

For some reason, a strange thought suddenly popped into everyone’s mind.

Huh?

’Now that you mention it, it’s a damn good fit!’

The two sharp horns on the Blood Marshal’s forehead really did bear a striking resemblance to a demon from the *Journey to the West* of the era of peace.

If there was a difference, it was that the real Silver Horn King had a gourd, whereas this one did not.

"Hahaha... Silver Horn King!" Gao Xiaomeng burst out laughing. "Fine, I’ll say it again. I, the Xiaomeng Queen, don’t talk to morons like you, Silver Horn King. Is that better?"

"Gao Neng, you’re courting death!" the Silver Horn King—oh, wait, the Blood Marshal—roared.

In an instant, he had made his choice.