Under One Person: Rebuilding the Glory of the Beast Master

Immediately afterward, a giant beast weighing over a thousand kilograms charged forward, causing the ground to tremble. Zeng Qing'an took out his pipe and held it in his hand. A dark light emanated from the pipe stem, and the next second, a black knife appeared in Zeng Qing'an's hand.

【Transforming the form into a knife】This is a secret technique that Zeng Qing'an obtained by chance.

The man surnamed Gao finally stopped smiling, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes. He lightly leaped backward three zhang (approximately 10 meters) with his toes, avoiding Big Black's head-on attack.

The next second, Zeng Qing'an leaped down, his black knife slashing towards his neck.

"Not bad! A beast master does have some skills." Facing the black knife coming at him, the man surnamed Gao was not flustered and even had time to speak.

"Iron Gourd Gu!"

He opened his mouth and spat out a Gu worm shaped like a gourd, and then a faint gourd-like phantom enveloped him.

Zeng Qing'an had no choice but to unleash his full power in a slash. His black blade struck the gourd phantom, but the blade only dipped slightly downwards. Then, a tremendous force of recoil came through, and Zeng Qing'an was thrown off Big Black's back by this force, landing heavily on the ground.

However, at this moment, other extraordinary individuals from Zengjiazhuang also arrived, all with the same goal.

But the strange man surnamed Gao flipped his right hand, pulled a short flute out of his sleeve, and brought it to his lips to blow a note.

The flute's shrill and piercing sound was like a swarm of insects hissing, sending chills down your spine and making you feel as if something was growing inside your flesh.

Upon hearing the flute, the swarm of Gu bees in the air became even more ferocious. They no longer attacked separately, but instead converged into a massive black torrent, like a giant black hammer, and smashed towards Zeng Qingde.

"Uncle De!" Zeng Runzu exclaimed in surprise, and suddenly urged his beast to stand in front of Zeng Qingde.

It was a spotted pig weighing over 400 jin (approximately 200 kg), a beast that Zeng Runzu had raised for five years. Although it wasn't a mythical beast, it was still a fierce animal under Zeng Runzu's careful training.

The spotted pig squealed as it charged toward the swarm of bees. Its massive body blocked most of the black bees, but the bees were like a burning black flame, instantly engulfing the pig's entire body.

The spotted pig let out a pitiful scream and rolled wildly on the ground, but the black bees clung tightly to its body and it couldn't shake them off no matter what it did.

In just over ten breaths, the pig's screams subsided, its body began to convulse, and green foam flowed from its mouth and nose.

"Xiao Hua!" Zeng Runzu's eyes turned red, and he grabbed a butcher knife and was about to rush forward.

"Runzu, don't be impulsive!" Zeng Qingan grabbed him and activated the Beast Sensing Technique, trying to use his own Qi to drive away the black bees.

But he soon discovered that his Qi had almost no effect on these black bees; the Gu worms could not be regarded as ordinary things.

"This is no ordinary insect master," Zeng Qing'an said in a deep voice, his gaze fixed on the man surnamed Gao. "This is a Gu master from Miao territory, and his skills are quite profound."

The Gu master surnamed Gao laughed upon hearing this.

"It seems you are a man of some knowledge." He put away his flute, put his hands behind his back, and looked completely at ease. "I am Gao Tianci of the Quanxing Sect, from the Five Poisons Sect of Miao Jiang. I came to Zeng Family Village this time only to help out at someone's request. I didn't expect the Beast Master of Zeng Family Village to be so capable. I underestimated you."

All!

The moment those two words were uttered, the expressions on everyone's faces in Zengjiazhuang changed.

What is Quanxing? It is a cult organization with a history of thousands of years. Its members are without sects, without rulers or fathers, without faith or righteousness, without good or evil. They are a group of evil and vicious people who pursue "Quanxing Preservation of Truth".

Simply put, Quanxing is a group of terrorists.

The fact that Lord Ma could find members of the Quanxing Sect to help him was something Zeng Qing'an and the others hadn't expected.

"The Quanxing sect has actually mixed up with these bandits and mountain thieves!" Zeng Qing'an's voice was deep.

Gao Tianci shrugged, looking innocent: "There's nothing I can do. Xiao Ma offered enough money, and the price he quoted is already very fair. I advise you to agree to it to avoid hurting our relationship."

"Damaged harmony?" Zeng Qing'an sneered, pointing to the spotted pig lying on the ground foaming at the mouth, then to the big black guy still bleeding, "Is this what you call harmony?"

Gao Tianci's face turned cold.

"If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences." He snorted and played his flute again.

This time, the flute music was sharper and more urgent than before.

From the distant mountain path, another buzzing sound came.

Zeng Qingan looked up and his expression completely changed.

"It's not that he's unwilling to negotiate, but that he can't. The Quanxing demons don't abide by any agreements; they can only speak through power."

From the snow and mist at the end of the mountain path, three more black clouds emerged, each several times larger than the swarm of bees from before. The three black clouds merged in the sky, forming a black curtain that blotted out the sun and pressed down towards Zengjia Village.

"This..." Zeng Qingde's voice trembled. Although he was an extraordinary person, his cultivation was very shallow, only slightly stronger than ordinary people. He was truly powerless in this situation.

The extraordinary people of Zengjiazhuang also stopped in their tracks, looking at the overwhelming black clouds, and everyone felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

This is the true power of the world of supernatural beings.

The beast-masters of Zengjiazhuang are more than capable of dealing with ordinary people, but the difference becomes apparent when facing experts from other realms.

Zeng Qingan gritted his teeth, his mind racing.

He wondered if Zengjiazhuang could withstand this wave if they went all out.

The answer is—it's very difficult.

But he had no way out.

"Everyone, retreat into the village!" Zeng Qing'an ordered in a deep voice. "Use the low walls and houses for cover. Don't engage those insects in a direct confrontation!"

"Father, what about you?" Zeng Runzu asked urgently.

"I'll hold them off." Zeng Qing'an's voice was calm. "Big Blackie can hold on for a while. I'm in Beast Mode and can withstand it."

"No!" Zeng Runzu exclaimed anxiously, "How can you possibly stop the poisonous bees by yourself?"

"Enough with the nonsense!" Zeng Qing'an snapped. "Take your men back and move Su'er, the elderly, women, and children to the tunnel behind the ancestral hall. Hurry!"

Zeng Runzu wanted to say something, but seeing the determination in his father's eyes, he swallowed his words. He stamped his foot, turned around, and led the other strange people back into the manor.

As Gao Tianci watched the people of Zengjiazhuang retreat, he wasn't in a hurry. He simply played his flute slowly, guiding the dark cloud to press down gently.

In his view, the outcome of the battle was already decided.

The beastmen of Zengjiazhuang retreated behind the low wall and began to counterattack, relying on the terrain. They used everything they could—guns, cannons, bows and arrows—and did manage to kill some of the Gu bees, but those losses were negligible compared to the swarm of Gu bees.

Dark clouds pressed down on the low wall and began to swoop down.

"ah--!"

One of the Zeng family members screamed as dozens of Gu bees stung his face, causing him to collapse to the ground, writhing in agony.

Several people nearby quickly stepped forward and dragged him into the house, closing the doors and windows, but the black bees crawled in through the cracks in the doors and windows, running rampant in the house.

Screams echoed throughout the room.

Riding on Big Blackie's back, Zeng Qing'an exerted all his strength to activate the Beast Sensing Technique, using "Vajra Arhat" to bless every pig in the village. But the pigs still kept falling under the black bees' attacks.

The Qi membrane around Big Black's body was getting thinner and thinner, and the poison injected into its body was making it weaker and weaker, but it still stood firmly without taking a single step back.

Zeng Qingan's eyes welled up with tears.

"Old friend, hang in there a little longer," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

"snort!!"

Big Black snorted; it could still hold on.

But Gao Tianci didn't intend to give them any more time.

He put away his flute and pulled a fist-sized earthenware jar from his sleeve. Upon opening the lid, a pungent medicinal smell wafted out. He smashed the jar on the ground; it shattered, and a cloud of dark red powder spilled out, spreading rapidly in the wind.

The venomous wasps, drawn by the scent of the powder, went even more frenzied. Their bodies began to swell, the blue light emanating from their stingers intensified, and their speed more than doubled.

"This is the last resort," Gao Tianci muttered to himself, a cruel smile on his face. "You're lucky to die from my 'Mad Bee Gu'."

On the other side, Lord Ma gathered his men, but they retreated into the nearby woods, not daring to approach the battlefield.

Gao Tianci didn't care about friendly forces or anything like that; the Gu worms were aimed at everyone. The number of bandits who died from Gao Tianci's Gu worms far exceeded the number of bandits who died at the hands of the Zeng family.

Master Ma met Gao Tianci by chance. He never expected that just mentioning him would lead to Gao Tianci actually coming with him. But he never imagined that Gao Tianci would be so ruthless, completely indiscriminate in his dealings with friend and foe.

Even if he manages to take over Zengjiazhuang this time, he will suffer huge losses, as half of the men he painstakingly recruited will be lost.

And at this critical moment—

"Roar—"

A deafening roar came from the depths of the manor.

The sound didn't resemble a pig's squeal; it was more like the roar of some ancient behemoth, the sound waves so powerful they made one's eardrums ache.

Gao Tianci suddenly looked up in the direction from which the sound came.

Deep within the snow and mist of Zhuangzi, a huge black shadow was rapidly approaching.

The shadowy figure was enormous, its muscles as if cast in iron. Most striking were the white fur on its head, which shone brightly and was particularly dazzling in the sunlight, while the black fur on its body was jet black, gleaming with a metallic sheen.

Its fangs were like swords, and its eyes were like cold stars.

White plus black.

On the white and black back, sat a small, thin figure.

Zeng Su.

Zeng Su was wearing a thick cotton-padded coat and a dog-skin hat. His little face was red from the cold, but his eyes were calmer than a child's.

Seeing the battlefield outside the village, the fallen pigs, the wounded clansmen, and the short man with the dark cloud of bees above his head, anger and killing intent surged wildly in his heart.

He flipped over and jumped off Bai Jiahei's back, then gently patted Bai Jiahei's head.

"superior."

One word.

The "white plus black" (referring to a product or service) has been activated.

Its speed far exceeded what its size should have allowed. Its massive body ran across the snow without making much noise. Its four hooves landed lightly and powerfully, each step precisely landing on the snow as if it were walking on cotton.

But this only refers to the "lightness" of the sound.

When Bai Jiahei rushed past Zeng Qing'an, the strong wind it generated made the flesh on Zeng Qing'an's face tremble.

"Su'er! You—" Zeng Qing'an tried to stop him, but before he could finish speaking, Bai Jiahei had already rushed more than ten feet away.

Gao Tianci also noticed this uninvited guest.

He saw a huge black boar charging towards him, and was taken aback at first. Then he sneered, blew his flute, and urged the swarm of bees to meet it.

"That's all the beastly masters can do; it's utterly boring."

Tens of thousands of Gu bees transformed into a black torrent, pouring down upon Bai Jiahei.

The "white plus black" approach has never stopped.

It didn't even slow down.

The moment the swarm of bees collided with the white and black bees, an unbelievable scene unfolded.

The black bees' stingers couldn't penetrate the white and black skin.

The skin of the white-and-black pig is covered with a layer of Qi membrane, but the nature of that Qi membrane is completely different from that of ordinary superhumans. It has its own properties. This is Qi unique to the Iron-Bristled Pig, which is equivalent to a layer of transparent steel armor that keeps all the poison needles out.

The black bees were unwilling to give up and desperately tried to burrow into Bai Jiahei's body, but no matter how hard they tried, their stingers could not break through the steel-like Qi membrane.

Even more frightening is the white and black mane.

The thick bristles, about the thickness of chopsticks, trembled violently as the black bees ran, emitting a low buzzing sound. Any black bees that approached were touched by the bristles as if sliced ​​by a sharp blade, their bodies being cut in half, black limbs and bodily fluids splattering in the air.

Wherever Bai Jiahei passed, the corpses of black bees fell like black raindrops, covering the ground in a thick layer.

Gao Tianci's smile froze.

His Mad Bee Gu, the Five Poisons Sect's signature technique, was utterly useless against this pig.

"This is impossible..." he murmured, dropping the piccolo from his hand to the ground.

Baijiahei didn't give him any more time to be shocked.

It charged toward Gao Tianci like a cannonball, its massive head jerking violently, its sharp fangs flashing through the air.

Gao Tianci was, after all, an extraordinary person, and his reaction was quick. He lightly touched the ground with his toes and flew backward, barely avoiding the sweeping fangs.

He avoided the fangs, but he couldn't avoid the brute force of the white and black.

Bai Jiahei's charge did not stop when its fangs missed; its massive body continued forward, slamming solidly into Gao Tianci's chest.

"Click—"

A crisp sound of bone cracking.

Gao Tianci was hit as if by a speeding train. He spat out blood and flew backward, landing on the snow several dozen feet away. He slid a long way before coming to a stop.

The iron gourd-shaped Gu on his body was as if it didn't exist; it shattered at the slightest touch.

He struggled to get up, but the excruciating pain in his chest forced him to lie on the ground, coughing up blood, his eyes filled with disbelief—he couldn't believe it. How could a pig have such strength? How could it have such tough hide? How could it be—

He suddenly remembered a word.

Mythical beast.