Chapter 13745 Beat up 1 rake

Suddenly, Qin Hai seemed to be struck by lightning. He stopped abruptly, and his whole body was like a volcano about to erupt. His voice was as tense as a bowstring about to break: "We can't wait any longer! The guys of the Feather Tribe are very cunning. If this is their plan to escape, then we will be completely passive and in big trouble!"

As he finished speaking, his eyes became more determined, as if burning with two clusters of deep flames. The black robe on his body fluttered with his violent movements, like a battle flag dancing in the wind.

Then, he quickly turned his head, his eyes like a hawk sweeping over the people around him, his voice low but with unquestionable majesty, he shouted to them: "Listen! Immediately surround the Feather Tribe. At the moment, our Qin family is much stronger than them, and we have an absolute advantage. We must not miss this great opportunity!"

After saying this, Qin Hai tilted his head slightly, his eyes fell on Yue Xue who was not far away, with a faint but expectant light in his eyes, he asked softly: "You should fight alongside us, right?"

Yue Xue stood upright beside him, like a pine tree standing proudly in the snow. Her long, jet-black hair fluttered in the wind, making her look even more elegant and cool.

When she heard Qin Hai's words, she first frowned slightly, as if a complex emotion surged in her heart. Then she slowly turned her head, her eyes calm and indifferent, and glanced at Qin Hai indifferently, as if she was looking at a stranger who had nothing to do with her.

Then, she opened her red lips and spoke in a gentle but resolute voice: "I said that I have long since left the Qin family and have nothing to do with them anymore. Now, I only miss the eldest lady."

After saying that, Yue Xue turned around without hesitation. Her back was resolute and cold, and her footsteps were light but firm. She walked farther and farther away step by step, and finally disappeared from everyone's ears, leaving only a dead silence.

Qin Hai looked at Yue Xue's departing figure, his hands clenched tightly into fists involuntarily, his knuckles turned white from exerting too much force, and his body trembled slightly from anger, like a volcano about to erupt. He knew in his heart that Yue Xue's resolute departure was due to the heinous deeds of the Qin family in the past.

Driven by interests, the people of the Qin family have long lost their original intentions and do not regard the eldest daughter as their own family.

Even the King of Qin, the eldest daughter's biological father, cruelly gave up his daughter for the benefit of the family. How could such a heartless act not make people feel sad and angry?
This anger burned fiercely in Qin Hai's heart, but he had nowhere to vent it, so he could only let out a heavy sigh.

“Forget it!” Qin Hai gritted his teeth and squeezed out these two words, “Even without Yue Xue’s help, the crucial sword must not fall into the hands of the Feather Clan. If it is really impossible to take it back, destroy it and never let the Feather Clan succeed! Now, act immediately and surround the Feather Clan!”

As Qin Hai spoke, he waved his hand fiercely, his voice as cold as the cold wind in December. When the Qin family warriors heard the order, they responded in unison, their voices as loud as a bell.

They were agile and moved in unison, and like an arrow shot from a bow, they rushed towards the resting place of the Feathered Tribe that they had discovered earlier, raising dust wherever they passed.

At this time, Yu Huo was sitting in the tent, concentrating on wiping his extremely sharp weapon. Outside the tent, the wind was whistling, covering the footsteps of the Qin family warriors approaching. Suddenly, a noisy sound came into the tent, and Yu Huo was startled and stopped his movements abruptly.

He quickly stood up and walked out of the tent with a vigilant look. The scene in front of him made his eyes widen instantly, and he stood there in a daze, as if he was cast under a spell. The Qin family's warriors surrounded their resting place like a surging tide, leaving no room for escape.

"Qin Hai, what are you doing?" Yu Huo's face suddenly became extremely gloomy, like the sky covered with dark clouds before a storm, so dark that it seemed like water could drip out.

He secretly complained in his heart. The reinforcements of the Feather Clan were still unknown at the moment. With their current strength, they could not compete with the Qin family at all. If a fight really broke out, the Feather Clan would definitely suffer heavy casualties and huge losses.

"What are you doing?" Qin Hai was floating in the air, his posture was upright, he looked down at Yu Huo, with a mocking sneer on his face, that smile seemed to be mocking Yu Huo's ignorance and stupidity, "Humph, hand over the sword, we can forgive the past and stop here. Otherwise..."

Qin Hai did not finish his words, but the threat in his words was self-evident. It spread across the battlefield where the wind was howling, and it was chilling.

The strong wind raged around the empty camp, making a shrill howl like ghosts and wolves howling, and the tents were shaken violently and creaked. Yu Huo was in this chaos, and his thick eyebrows were instantly twisted into a knot, as if he wanted to crush the inexplicable accusation in front of him.

His eyes were wide open, his pupils were full of astonishment and confusion, and his whole body seemed to be frozen, and he subconsciously staggered back half a step.

"Sword? What sword?" His voice rose unconsciously, trembling and doubtful, echoing back and forth in the empty camp where the wind was howling, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, without getting any kind response.

"Still pretending?" Qin Hai stood firmly in the void, the strong wind made his cloak flutter like a black battle flag.

He snorted heavily through his nose, and the sound seemed to be a contempt squeezed out from the depths of his throat. The muscles on his face were twisted violently with anger and disdain, like a hideous devil's mask.

"You sent someone to steal the Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword, and you're still trying to deny it?"

Qin Hai's voice was sharp and cold, piercing Yu Huo like an ice cone. "Our secret sentries saw with their own eyes that the elite of your Yu tribe took advantage of the dark night and sneaked into the place where the swords are hidden, like a group of rats who don't want to see the light. Now that they have been exposed, they still dare to play dumb here. How shameless!"

As he spoke, he pointed his finger at Yuhuo.

"Bullshit!" Yu Huo instantly jumped up in anger, stomping his feet heavily on the ground, splashing a cloud of dust. The veins on his forehead bulged like angry earthworms, twisting under his dark skin.

"It was obviously someone from your Qin family who took away the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, but now you are turning the tables on them. How despicable!"

His chest was rising and falling violently, and he was breathing heavily, like an enraged beast. Suddenly, he seemed to be struck by lightning, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, "Oh, I see, you are trying to divert the blame."

Yu Huo gritted his teeth and said, every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "Let the people of the Holy Hall, the Water Tribe and Xuantian Temple mistakenly think that we took the treasure and point the finger at us. When all the forces and our Yu Tribe are both defeated, your Qin family will take the opportunity to control the sword and reap the benefits! What a cruel heart!" (End of this chapter)