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Chapter 14 He was so angry he laughed.
"A hunting game?" Fu Ying scoffed inwardly, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Recalling her confrontation with Mo Yan last night, she realized that she had toyed with him. Now it seemed that Mo Yan clearly regarded her as a hunter who controlled life and death in the hunting grounds, and saw her as prey on the run.

Last night he said he would send people from the Cangshan tribe to collect offerings, but today he came in person, looking very aggressive, and gave the Banshan tribe a hard time as soon as he appeared.

Mo Yanming was clearly after her, huh.

Fu Ying secretly grumbled to himself, a cold smile on his face.

Sang Jie was filled with doubt, her eyes filled with deep confusion as she stared intently at Mo Yan. She couldn't understand his series of inexplicable actions today. First, he destroyed her mulberry tree, and then he came in person to demand offerings. What did he mean by this?
However, now is not the time to think about these things.

She frowned, glanced at the grim-faced chieftain, leaned closer to Mo Yan, and whispered, "Didn't you say you'd leave after taking the offerings? This kind of torment of the Half-Mountain Tribe people might provoke a rebellion."

Mo Yan didn't even spare Sang Jie a glance. His cold face was expressionless, and a sinister glint flashed in his narrow eyes.

He parted his thin lips slightly, his voice cold and deep, carrying an irresistible commanding tone: "Scatter!"

Mo Yan's voice seemed to carry an invisible force, echoing in the air.

Sang Jie was dissatisfied, but she knew Mo Yan's temper, so she pursed her lips and remained silent.

Upon hearing Mo Yan's command, the beastmen below all showed grim expressions.

They are orcs from the mountain tribe, why should they listen to him?

The group exchanged glances discreetly, and in an instant, a wave of helplessness washed over them.

Disobeying his orders... they subconsciously turned their gaze slowly to the "mountain" that had gradually become quiet, and felt a chill run from the soles of their feet to their hearts.

Then, they looked at the gloomy-faced leader and the silent shaman, and despair filled their eyes.

The crowd could only suppress their frustration and reluctantly move their feet, gradually dispersing to stand apart.

A sense of oppression permeated the surroundings, like the calm before a storm.

Mo Yan's men acted swiftly, quickly surrounding the area.

Green Mountain's eyes were filled with fear, and he kept glancing at Fuying like a frightened bird.

She was filled with unease, and had a vague feeling that today's events were inextricably linked to Fu Ying. Could it be that the people of the Cangshan tribe had guessed that Fu Ying was hiding in the Banshan tribe?
Just as he was thinking this, Mo Yan in front of him suddenly transformed into a majestic crimson python.

The giant python had a massive body, its thick waist arched high, and its triangular head was cold and fierce, with its vertical pupils like copper bells staring straight at every orc present.

The black snake's tongue flicked in and out repeatedly, emitting a chilling hissing sound.

Immediately afterwards, its massive body began to move nimbly among the beastmen. Wherever it passed, the ground trembled slightly, bringing with it a whistling wind. The beastmen all turned pale and dared not breathe.

On the vast map of the Orcish continent, the Serpent Clan is notorious.

Their habits are sinister and cunning, and their style of doing things is eccentric and ruthless, making many orc tribes tremble with fear.

Especially this time, the oasis tribe was completely wiped out, all because of the Cangshan tribe, and the smell of blood lingered for days.

A powerful snake clan member with six-star markings, leading a group of his clansmen, would probably find it easier to deal with the Half-Mountain Tribe than with the Oasis Tribe.

Fu Ying stood in the corner, glancing at Mo Yan out of the corner of her eye.

His scarlet body was strong and powerful, radiating a chilling aura. His cold, vertical pupils held a ruthless glint, and his forked tongue flickered rapidly, the tip gleaming with an eerie, cold light. So, he was sensing the orc's presence, trying to find her?
Fu Ying pondered to himself, a hint of a smile, tinged with cunning, flashing across his eyes.

Without making a sound, she slightly turned her body, and with a flick of her fingertip hidden in her sleeve, a round black marble rolled forward with her movement.

In the blink of an eye, a loud "bang" was heard, and plumes of black smoke swept out.

Almost simultaneously, a nauseating stench quickly spread from the point of explosion.

The stench was like a mixture of rotting flesh and excrement, extremely unpleasant.

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A clear and intense look of disgust flashed across Mo Yan's blood-red snake eyes, as if he had been offended, before he burst into laughter in anger.

A moment later, his snake-like eyes flashed, revealing an extremely chilling smile.

Looks like I've come to the right place; the person is right here.

The smile slowly appeared on Mo Yan's twisting triangular snake head, looking particularly eerie.

Fu Ying happened to catch a glimpse of it, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily. So, Teng's beast form is like this too?
The stench surged forth like a raging tide, causing the beastmen to cough violently and tremble uncontrollably.

Mo Yan's enormous snake body stood out conspicuously in the crowd, and he remained firmly coiled in place.

Despite the chaos around him, he remained as steady as a mountain, his eyes sharp and piercing through the layers of smoke and the panicked crowd, carefully searching through the mess.

He was absolutely certain that the person who had tricked him last night was hiding here!

"Who did this?!" Sang Jie covered her mouth and nose tightly. The stench around her almost suffocated her, but even so, the nauseating smell kept getting into her nostrils.

Her pale face flushed red, and the veins on her neck bulged slightly from her rage.

The next instant, Sang Jie's gaze was like a sharp lightning bolt, piercing through the chaotic crowd and fixing firmly on Fu Ying.

She knew the temperament of the orcs in the Half-Mountain Tribe like the back of her hand. Under the deterrent power of Mo Yan's six-star mark strength, no orc in the tribe dared to make any move.

But this female was different; she was a complete stranger to her.

In this chaotic moment, suspicion naturally arose about this unfamiliar female.

Sang Jie was convinced that this sudden change was inextricably linked to Fu Ying.

“It’s you!” Sang Jie walked down from the platform, staring coldly at Fu Ying.

Upon hearing this, Mo Yan's snake-like eyes also fell upon Fu Ying.

A female.

An ugly female.

Mo Yan snaked her way to Fu Ying, her tall, hunched back bent down, her large, triangular head staring intently at her, her forked tongue discerning the subtle scents in the air.

Fu Ying blinked, looking innocently at Mo Yan and Sang Jie: "Wu, what is 'me'? I don't understand."

(End of this chapter)