Chapter 502 - 501: Great King of the Beast Race, Behemoth

He mustered his spirits and shouted to Old Wei beside him, "Get the eight elders here immediately! Prepare to ride out..."

But before he could finish, it hit him. 'The eight elders have all been killed! This day has truly gone to hell!'

Ye Feng, however, spoke calmly from the side. "Uncle Qiao, it's fine. Let's go. We'll go and face the Beast Race together."

With that, he picked up the prepared ointment and strode outside.

Qiao Dongliang grew anxious at the sight. He rushed over to block Ye Feng's path and cried out anxiously,

"Ye Feng, do you have any idea how terrifying the Beast Race's strength is? Let me give you a brief rundown. Forget their common masters—just at the Beast Master level, they have over a thousand experts! At the Beast Emperor level, they have a good ninety-plus! And at the supreme Beast God level, they have a full ten of them!

Oh, and let me explain it for you. The Beast Race's Beast Masters are equivalent to our Martial Immortals. Beast Emperors are equivalent to Daoist Saints, and Beast Gods are Dao Venerables. A force this terrifying... forget my humble Qiao family, even the Adjudicators would have a headache dealing with them! If we go out there now, we're just marching to our deaths!

Here's the plan: you take Ling'Er, these two young ladies, and your family, and leave. Now! I'll stay behind and cover your retreat!"

"Dad! Come with us! I can't leave you!" Qiao Ling'Er shrieked, throwing herself into Qiao Dongliang's arms as her eyes instantly reddened.

She knew perfectly well that for Qiao Dongliang to stay behind and hold off the Beast Race was a suicide mission.

Qiao Dongliang held Qiao Ling'Er by the shoulders, his own eyes filled with sorrow. His voice was hoarse as he said,

"My child, I want to go with you all. I want to personally preside over your wedding to Ye Feng. I want to hold my big, chubby grandson in my own arms. But it's impossible.

If I go with you, the Qiao family's defensive line will collapse in an instant. When the Beast Race catches up, not a single one of us will escape!"

"Dad..." Qiao Ling'Er choked out, then broke down into racking sobs.

Qiao Dongliang couldn't hold back either, and tears streamed down his weathered face.

The separation of flesh and blood was a heart-rending sight.

Just then, an exasperated Ye Feng spoke up from the side. "I say, Uncle Qiao, Ling'Er, we don't even know what's going on yet, and you're already staging a tragic parting?

Maybe they just came over for a friendly chat!"

Hearing Ye Feng's words, Qiao Dongliang almost laughed out of sheer exasperation.

'The Beast Race made such a huge show of force, with tens of thousands of troops surging forward, just to come and have a chat with us? Do you even believe that yourself?'

But Ye Feng spoke with complete confidence, "Don't worry, I'm here. If they want to touch the Qiao family, they'll have to get past me first!"

With that, he turned and strode outside.

Qiao Dongliang was fuming. 'So you didn't hear a single word I said, did you!'

'You might have some skills, but you're a Tier Nine Daoist Saint at best. They have nearly ten Dao Venerables! What are you going to fight them with?'

'Why does this kid love to boast so much?'

By the time Qiao Dongliang snapped out of his thoughts, Ye Feng was already gone. Qiao Dongliang yelled and ran out after him.

Behind him, Qiao Ling'Er shook her head and gave a bitter smile. "So be it. Dying together as a family... I guess that's a perfect ending in its own way."

With that, she stumbled out in pursuit.

By this point, Qiao Dongliang had chased Ye Feng up onto the city wall. One look down at the scene below made his scalp tingle with fear.

He had originally thought the Beast Race had brought ten thousand troops at most, but what he saw below the wall was an endless sea of their soldiers stretching to the horizon. A rough estimate put their number at a staggering two hundred thousand.

What was even more terrifying was that at the head of these soldiers stood two hundred Beast Masters, fifty Beast Emperors, and at the very front, five Beast Gods.

Qiao Dongliang's face fell. "Heavens... the Beast Race has mobilized nearly half of its elites. They're dead set on annihilating the Qiao family!"

Just then, the Beast Race soldiers parted with a SWISH. A hulking man, well over ten feet tall and built as if cast from bronze and iron, strode forward. With every step, the ground beneath his feet cracked and splintered.

Seeing the man, Qiao Dongliang cried out in alarm, "Behemoth! The Great King of the Beast Race, Behemoth, is here as well!"

In the next instant, his face fell completely. "It's over. We're utterly finished. The Qiao family's fate is sealed. None of us will escape today!"

Beside him, Qiao Ling'Er's eyes were also filled with despair. 'Is the Qiao family really doomed?'

Unable to contain her anger, she looked at Rhea, who was following behind Behemoth, and screamed,

"Miss Rhea, we won those three herbs fair and square at the auction! Why are you trying to steal them by force?

Are you really going to annihilate my Qiao family over three herbs? Have you no shame, no reason?"

Rhea, however, didn't even spare Qiao Ling'Er a glance. Her eyes were fixed on Ye Feng on the city wall. She let out a cold laugh.

"Ye Fang, you said you could remove the mole on my face. I've come today to see you make good on that promise. If you can't remove it, not only will you die, but the entire Qiao family will be buried with you. That is the price for daring to snatch those three herbs from me!"