I Have Countless Clones Chapter 158

Chapter 158: Underground Spirit Cave (2)

Translator: Henyee Translations

Editor: Henyee Translations

There were more than 20 people sitting under the golden and bronze pillars on both sides, and more than 500 disciples stood outside the hall.

Huo Enrong sat on the high platform and looked around with bright eyes. He said in a low voice,

“Everyone, after a month of intense fighting, the Tiger Tribe's main force is less than 10% of what it used to be. The remaining demons are all at the White Tiger Mountain ahead. As long as we take down the White Tiger Mountain and exterminate the Tiger Tribe's demons, we'll win this battle!”

As soon as he said this, everyone perked up and revealed eager expressions.

After a series of fierce battles, most of the Tiger Tribe's remaining forces had been annihilated. Even their leader, Bai Xiao, had been killed by Elder Huo. Now, the Tiger Tribe only had a group of old, weak, and crippled soldiers left. Exterminating them was as easy as flipping one's hand!

The most important thing was that the White Tiger Mountain was the Tiger Tribe's lair. If they took it down, they would be able to claim a lot of credits. This was undoubtedly a huge contribution that could be easily obtained. Anyone would be tempted!

Huo Enrong's eyes flickered.

He was one of the leaders of the three Tianshu Flying Palaces and had killed Tiger Tribe's leader, Bai Xiao. After the battle, he would be rewarded for his contributions, so there was no need for him to compete with others for credit.

After a moment of silence, Huo Enrong looked at the two people on his left and right.

“Fellow Daoist Yan, Fellow Daoist Xue, which one of you would like to make the trip?”

Yan Jinting, who was sitting on the left, looked up at Xue Sizhuang and said with flickering eyes,

“Fellow Daoist Xue, you just led a group of people to kill more than ten demon cultivator masters yesterday. Your spiritual essence hasn't recovered yet. Why don't you let me do this?”

Xue Sizhuang stroked his beard when he heard that. There was no change in his expression as he chuckled and said, “Thank you for being so considerate, Fellow Daoist Yan.”

Yan Jinting smiled faintly. He stood up and bowed to Huo Enrong and Xue Sizhuang before walking out of the hall.

With a long howl, a White Feather Harrier spread its wings and flew over. It landed at his feet and allowed him to step on its back before it flew down.

At the same time, four to five people in the hall stood up and left the Flying Palace with the 30 to 40 disciples outside the hall. They turned into streams of light and followed closely behind Yan Jinting, rushing aggressively toward White Tiger Mountain.

Without exception, these people were all from the Yan family. They were also the Yan family's foundation in the Nine Suns Sect.

Xue Sizhuang shook his head slightly as he watched the dozens of rays of light leave.

The Yan family wasn't what it used to be!

Being one of the five great families, it had only mobilized six cultivator masters during the battle with the Tiger Tribe.

The Yang and Xue families, which were also two of the five great families, had mobilized more than ten cultivator masters this time round.

Ever since the previous family had passed away, there had been no Mystic Light Stage cultivator master in the Yan family for thirty years. Even Yan Zhongrong, the current family head, was only at the late-phase Spirit Nurturing Stage and couldn't break through the most critical threshold.

To this day, the backbone of the Yan family in this generation was no longer worthy of the reputation of the five great families. It was still considered one because of its past glory.

If this went on, the Yan family would probably be replaced by the top few families in the ten less preeminent families in less than ten years, and they would fall to that rank as well.

If such a situation really happened, the family clans that had been suppressed by the Yan family in the past would probably jump out and kick them when they were down.

“How time flies…” Xue Sizhuang whispered imperceptibly.

Huo Enrong looked up at him and closed his eyes to rest.

After leaving the Flying Palace, Yan Jinting led his clansmen straight to the White Tiger Mountain.

Under the continuous attack of the Nine Suns Sect, most of the demon cultivators of the Tiger Tribe had died in battle. There wasn't a single high-level demon cultivator left.

At this moment, apart from those who were seriously injured and in seclusion to recuperate, there were only a few early-phase Spirit Nurturing beast cultivators in the tribe, and they were no match for Yan Jinting and the others.

In less than half an hour, all the demon cultivators were killed.

The group of Yan family cultivator masters arrived at the cave abode on the White Tiger Mountain with unstoppable momentum.

Thump!

Yan Jinting waved his sleeve, and the few demons blocking his way instantly exploded into a blood mist that filled the sky. He didn't even look at them. The next moment, he appeared in front of a tiger demon who was frantically trying to escape. He reached out at lightning speed and grabbed the latter's neck.

The tiger demon was mighty and majestic, and its aura was fierce. It was obvious that its strength was extraordinary. However, in Yan Jinting's hands, it was like a chick being strangled. I couldn't resist at all.

Yan Jinting's gaze swept across the tiger demon, and he suddenly exclaimed in a low voice.

“What a rich white-eyed bloodline. Who is Bai Xiao to you?”

Although the tiger demon's life was in the hands of others, he was still unyielding. When he heard this, he snorted and didn't answer.

Yan Jinting's eyes flashed. He snorted and said, “Judging from the density of your bloodline, you're most likely the direct descendant of that bastard.”

As soon as he said this, the tiger demon fell for it. His face flushed red as he said angrily,

“Don't you insult my father!”

“Bai Xiao's son?” Yan Jinting chuckled. “I didn't expect that the demon I casually captured was actually Bai Xiao's son. Very good. I happen to have something to ask you.”

After a pause, Yan Jinting glanced at the tiger demon who was glaring at him, and a cold smile flashed across his face.

“But you don't look like you'll answer me obediently. I won't waste my effort. I'll just search for the answer from your primordial spirit!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Zhongrong pressed his other palm on the tiger demon's head.

In the next moment, the tiger demon's eyes bulged, and its face contorted. Its body twitched as if it was electrocuted and was experiencing extreme pain. Thick veins burst out from its forehead, neck, and arms.

After a long while, the tiger demon suddenly twitched. Then, its body went limp, and the light in its eyes quickly dissipated.

Yan Jinting casually threw away the corpse, his face filled with surprise.

“An underground spirit cave! There's actually an underground spirit cave hidden in the depths of the Dragon Abyss Mountain Range!

“No wonder. The Tiger Tribe is obviously much weaker than Dragonside City, but they took the initiative to provoke us. They did that to open up the underground spirit cave. Heh, it's a pity that they were exterminated before they could fulfill their long-cherished wish!

“Those two groups of idiots from the Bear Tribe and the Python Tribe were dragged into this situation without knowing anything. They sacrificed themselves for nothing. Now, this underground spirit cave will benefit us!”

Yan Jinting narrowed his eyes and stood rooted to the ground, his expression changing.

Swoosh!

The sound of clothes fluttering could be heard. A disciple of the Yan family stepped into the courtyard and quickly came behind Yan Jinting. He bowed and said,

“Elder Yan, the demons who dared to resist in the cave abode have been killed. The rest have been captured and are waiting to be dealt with!”

The disciple said respectfully, but there was no response for a long time. He couldn't help but feel puzzled. Just as he was about to look up, he heard Yan Jinting's cold voice.

“Kill them all!”

“Ah? Elder…”

The disciple looked up in shock, thinking that he had heard wrongly.

The resistance forces of the White Tiger Cave Mansion had already been destroyed. The remaining demons were nothing to worry about. According to the usual practice, they would usually be captured and sign a slave contract before being sent to be used as slaves.

Even if they didn't use them, they could sell them for a large sum of essence stones.

The Nine Suns Sect was a large sect and needed manpower in many places. The demon slaves were easy to sell.

This was also the main reason why Yan Jinting took the initiative to attack White Tiger Mountain in the beginning.

As the first influential family to take down the White Tiger Cave Mansion, they had many ways to deal with slaves. They could secretly keep some slaves for themselves. This was also what the Nine Suns Sect tacitly agreed to.

But now, Yan Jinting had ordered the killing of all the captives.

The Yan family's losses weren't the biggest issue. How were they going to explain it to the sect in the future?

However, before the disciple could finish speaking, Yan Jinting had already turned around. He stared at him coldly and said word by word,

“Didn't you hear my orders? Kill all the prisoners! Leave no one alive!”

The disciple met Yan Jinting's cold gaze and immediately shivered. He hurriedly lowered his head and agreed.

“Yes, Elder Yan. I-I'll pass the order now!”

After saying that, he hurriedly left the courtyard.

Yan Jinting only retracted his gaze when his disciple disappeared at the entrance of the courtyard. He looked around, and his expression had already turned into determination.

He suddenly waved his sleeve, and a large wave of flames surged out in an instant. It quickly swept in all directions, engulfing everything in its path.

In the blink of an eye, the huge courtyard turned into a sea of fire!

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