Chapter 378: Forcing a Temporary Retreat

Chapter 378: Chapter 378: Forcing a Temporary Retreat

Amid the people collapsed on the ground, the sisters Ran Lin and Ran Fei stood up.

Ran Lin stared at Chu Fan, her eyes filled with astonishment.

"You are the first person I have ever misjudged."

Ran Lin’s voice had changed. While it was still as crisp and bright as before, her tone had lost its former gentle slowness and now carried the imperious air of someone in a position of power.

"The eight Profound Iron Orders were bestowed by the White Wolf King upon eight of his servants. Those eight servants have since grown into the Eight Golden Families. You are not from the Grassland Tribes, which means you are not subjects of the White Wolf King. So, hand over the Profound Iron Orders, leave the Northern Domain, and the White Wolf King will spare your lives!"

Though these words seemed to be directed at Ran Lin, they were actually meant for the people of the Northern Domain, laying the groundwork for his next move: to collect the Profound Iron Orders from the Golden Families in the name of the White Wolf King.

As for getting Ran Lin and her people from the Southern Domain to hand over the Profound Iron Orders, that was simply impossible.

And killing them? That was even more out of the question.

’Bai Yun’s Combat Power is only equivalent to the Integration Realm, and I’m only at the Void Realm. How could we possibly defeat the people from the Southern Domain, who have two Half-Saints?’

He just wanted to use this display of force to intimidate them into leaving.

’As for the three Profound Iron Orders they held, I’ll just have to find another opportunity later.’

’My goal is to collect all eight Profound Iron Orders, and they have the same objective. We’re bound to cross paths again.’

"If that’s the case, then allow me to test the mettle of this White Wolf King you worship!"

Ran Lin sneered, then pointed a finger at the white wolf not far from Chu Fan. "First, capture that beast!"

Two figures shot toward Bai Yun.

Not everyone in the Northern Domain actually believed in the White Wolf King’s identity, so they were also eager to see his capabilities.

Fortunately, the two Half-Saints from the Hanmo Clan were keeping the two Half-Saints among the black-clad group occupied.

The two charging the White Wolf King were at the Mahayana Realm.

Chu Fan, of course, couldn’t discern their cultivation level. He gritted his teeth and decided to take a gamble.

He leaped into the air, landing in front of the white wolf. "Ants like you aren’t worthy of the White Wolf King dealing with you himself," he boomed.

Even as he spoke, the two figures drew closer.

Chu Fan formed a seal with one hand and unleashed his Inner Lion Seal Divine Technique.

A black Lion Shadow burst from his body and let out a long roar toward the heavens.

"ROAR—"

Before the two figures could even get close, the roar sent them flying backward. They hit the ground, their bodies emanating Death Qi.

Everyone stared at the scene, their eyes filled with utter shock.

Those were two Mahayana Realm masters!

They were dead in a single encounter, before they even had a chance to attack.

By now, countless wild beasts had charged into the courtyard. However, after arriving, they simply stood in the distance, as if awaiting the White Wolf King’s next command.

’What was that black Lion Shadow that burst from Huo Er’s body? How could it be so powerful?’

"Saintess Ran, I’m giving you one last chance. If you still refuse to hand over the Profound Iron Orders, you won’t be leaving at all." Chu Fan’s voice turned several degrees colder.

Ran Lin was, in fact, stunned by Chu Fan’s display of power.

’He didn’t even attack himself, just summoned a Lion Shadow, and instantly killed two cultivators at the Mahayana Realm. Doesn’t that mean his true Combat Power is even greater than theirs?’

’If the White Wolf’s servant is this powerful, doesn’t that mean the White Wolf itself must have the Combat Power of a Saint?’

At this thought, Ran Lin began to consider retreating.

The white wolf let out a low whine.

Chu Fan glanced at the white wolf and said sternly, "The White Wolf King is losing his patience. I’ll count to three. If you hesitate any longer... heh!"

He didn’t say what would happen if they hesitated, but everyone understood the unspoken threat. With another cold sneer, he began to count.

"Three..."

Ran Lin remained unmoved. Many of the black-clad figures turned to look at her, seemingly awaiting her decision.

"Two..."

Ran Lin’s expression flickered. She stared intently at Chu Fan, as if trying to decide whether his display of power was a bluff or if he was truly that strong.

The moment he shouted, "One!" Chu Fan waved his hand.

All the wild beasts howled and immediately launched their attack on the group of black-clad figures.

"Retreat!"

Ran Lin cried out and immediately took to the air.

"AWOOO—" The white wolf howled at the sky, and the beasts went berserk, chasing after the black-clad figures.

"Where do you think you’re going? Leave the Profound Iron Orders!"

Chu Fan took to the air in pursuit.

A dark mass filled the sky as hundreds of eagles also swooped down to attack Ran Lin and her black-clad followers.

Any trace of doubt Ran Lin might have had was gone. The eagles before them were like they had been afflicted with a Gu, suicidally throwing themselves in their path to stop them.

Fear finally gripped the black-clad figures. They fought with all their might, desperate only to break through the encirclement.

The Martial Artists of the Hanmo Clan, now convinced of the White Wolf King’s authenticity, also rallied and gave chase.

In the end, though the ground was littered with the corpses of beasts and dozens of the black-clad figures were killed, the rest ultimately managed to escape.

"That’s enough. Don’t chase them any further," Chu Fan said to the few Hanmo Clan Martial Artists who were prepared for a relentless pursuit.

"Lord Envoy, why stop the pursuit?"

"Because the White Wolf King has a use for them," Chu Fan said indifferently. "He wishes to use their hands to punish the Golden Families who have forgotten their original purpose."

Such a statement gave the listeners much to speculate about.

And that was precisely Chu Fan’s intention.

Back at the Hanmo Clan’s compound, Chu Fan walked up to the white wolf and put on a show of bowing respectfully.

"Your Majesty, the White Wolf King, I have failed to retrieve the Profound Iron Orders. I await your punishment."

The white wolf let out a low whine.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for giving me a chance to atone for my failure. We bid you a respectful farewell, Your Majesty, the White Wolf King!"

Hearing that the White Wolf King was about to leave, everyone from the Hanmo Clan fell to their knees.

Their faces were pictures of utter devotion.

"We bid you farewell, Your Majesty, the White Wolf King!"

The white wolf vanished in a flash, a streak of white light shooting toward the distant horizon.

The wild beasts also retreated like a receding tide, leaving only some of their dead behind.

"His Majesty the White Wolf King has departed. You may all rise. Clean this area up. Patriarch Zerkar, and one representative from each of the Golden Families who sent congratulatory gifts, come with me."

Chu Fan flew down from the roof, nodding at Zerkar as he spoke.

Then, walking over to Jisierk and Li Haiqin, he beckoned to them as well.

A group of a dozen or so people followed Chu Fan to Jisierk’s bridal chamber in the rear courtyard.

The moment they entered the room, the first thing they saw was Moqish, covered in blood. He was paralyzed, but his eyes were wide open.

"Moqish, what are you doing here?"

The speaker was Daru, the second son of Enke, the Clan Leader of the Cage Race. He was also Moqish’s uncle.

"Uncle, save me!" Moqish cried, pleading when he saw him.

Chu Fan sneered from behind them. "Save you? The White Wolf King is enraged. Who could possibly save you now? Never mind you—even your Cage Race will be punished by the White Wolf King because of what you’ve done today."

Upon hearing this, Daru hastily dropped to his knees. "Please, Lord Envoy, I beg you to plead with His Majesty the White Wolf King! Moqish has already been expelled from the Cage Race. His transgressions have nothing to do with us!"