179: Chapter 179 Cleansing Up the Silver Moon Fox Clan

A golden sword radiance tore through the Void Realm, aiming straight for the center of the Tribe Leader's brows.

The Tribe Leader's pupils shrank abruptly; the shadow of death completely enveloped her.

She exhausted all her strength to mobilize the power of the laws within her, intertwining the Charm Rule and the Law of Fire layer upon layer in front of her to form dozens of defensive barriers.

However, before the sword radiance condensed from the Metal Rule, these barriers were like paper, shattering layer by layer.

"No—!"

The Tribe Leader let out a desperate scream.

Just as the sword radiance was about to pierce the center of her brows, a dark figure instantly appeared before her.

"Clan Chief, watch out!"

It was the silver-haired youth who was a Seven-star Demon Saint.

He blocked in front of the Tribe Leader, pushing his six-tenths mastery of the Wind and Law of Fires to the limit, his six fox tails interweaving into a silvery-white shield before him.

"Boom!"

The sword radiance slammed into the shield, and silver light exploded.

Three of the silver-haired youth's fox tails were instantly severed; he was sent flying backward, slamming heavily into the mountain wall and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Useless!"

The Tribe Leader's face turned livid, but since the youth had bought her time, she didn't even look at him and retreated violently.

But as fast as she retreated, Han Ming's attack was faster.

"Space Cutting."

An invisible Space Blade swept silently through the Void Realm, its speed so fast that even Divine Sense could not capture it.

The Tribe Leader's body suddenly stiffened in mid-air.

Her eyes were filled with disbelief; she looked down at her chest, where a hair-thin crack ran diagonally from her shoulder to her waist and abdomen.

"Ho... how is this possible..."

She opened her mouth, and blood spilled from the corners of her lips.

The next second, her body split down the middle, the two halves of her corpse falling from the sky as blood poured down like rain.

The entire scene was deathly silent.

Everyone widened their eyes, watching this scene in disbelief.

The Silver Moon Fox Clan Chief, a Nine-Star Demon Saint, just died like that?

"Sister!"

Ji Ruhua let out a sorrowful cry, her face as pale as paper.

She struggled to escape, but how would Han Ming give her the chance?

"Do traitors deserve to live?"

Han Ming raised his hand and pointed; a golden sword radiance pierced through Ji Ruhua's skull.

Her body stiffened in place, her eyes gradually losing focus, and she collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The other two Three-star Demon Saints turned pale and turned to run.

But could they escape?

Han Ming gripped the empty air, activating the Space Rule, and the two bodies were instantly imprisoned in place.

"Spare... spare us!"

The two Three-star Demon Saints looked on in terror, their voices trembling as they said, "We are willing to submit to Your Highness, and we will never betray you for the rest of our lives!"

"It's too late."

Han Ming said indifferently.

He had seen clearly just now that these two had not a shred of pity or reverence for Ji Lingyue; they were clearly on the Tribe Leader's side.

The golden sword radiance swept past, two heads soared into the sky, and blood gushed forth.

Two headless corpses fell from the sky, slamming into the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

The tail-less Seven-star Demon Saint youth slumped under the mountain wall, looking at the Tribe Leader's two halves of a corpse, his eyes filled with fear.

His name was Ji Rufeng, one of the Tribe Leader's lovers, and also the current Grand Elder of the Silver Moon Fox Clan.

"Don't... don't kill me..."

"I submit, I am willing to submit to you. From now on, you will be the Clan Chief of our Silver Moon Fox Clan!"

He couldn't care about his heavily injured body and quickly knelt before Han Ming, kowtowing repeatedly, his voice trembling.

Han Ming looked down at him, his eyes devoid of any pity.

"I really didn't like the way you looked at me just now, and besides, I don't need traitors."

Han Ming said to him indifferently.

Ji Rufeng's face stiffened.

"Wait, I beg you, Senior, please show mercy."

Just as Han Ming was about to act, a cold, clear female voice came from afar.

The voice was not loud, but it carried a pressure that could not be ignored.

Han Ming looked up and saw a white figure stepping through the air from the depths of Silver Moon Valley.

It was a woman who looked to be twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with silver hair like a waterfall, skin like congealed fat, and a face as exquisite as a work of art.

She was wearing a plain white dress, and six silvery-white fox tails swayed gently in the wind behind her.

The aura of a Six-star Demon Saint was restrained and steady; every step she took caused faint ripples in the Void Realm.

"Oh? You want to stop me?"

Han Ming looked at her indifferently, his eyes without a ripple.

In fact, his Divine Sense had long discovered the existence of this woman; since she hadn't jumped out, he couldn't be bothered to pay attention to her.

"I dare not, it's just that our clan has lost four Demon Saints today. If you, Senior, kill Ji Rufeng as well, the strength of our Silver Moon Fox Clan will plummet."

"Without Demon Saints to guard us, there will certainly be many forces coveting the women of our fox clan, and the whole clan might even become slaves, tools for others to vent their lust."

"Senior, you are also of the Silver Moon Fox Clan; you wouldn't want to see such things happen, would you!"

Third Elder glanced at the corpses of the Tribe Leader and the others, bowed to Han Ming, and explained indifferently.

As Third Elder's voice fell, the entire scene was silent.

Many Silver Moon Fox Clan members changed color, a trace of fear flashing in their eyes.

Indeed, the reason the Silver Moon Fox Clan could establish themselves in Ten Thousand Demon Ridge was the deterrence of the Demon Saint experts within the clan.

Today, the Tribe Leader died, Ji Ruhua died, and the other two Demon Saints also died.

If Ji Rufeng died as well, the Silver Moon Fox Clan would only have this white-clad woman as their one remaining Demon Saint.

If it were any other race, one Six-star Demon Saint would be enough to establish a foothold in Ten Thousand Demon Ridge, but for the Silver Moon Fox Clan, it was different.

Who knows how many powerful beings from other races covet their beauty.

"My Lord, I am willing to swear to submit to you, and I will never betray you!"

Hearing this, Ji Rufeng saw hope and quickly kowtowed to Han Ming, swearing an oath.

"What is your name? Are you also in cahoots with the Tribe Leader?"

Han Ming didn't even look at Ji Rufeng, sizing up the white-clad woman before him, and asked indifferently.

"Answering Senior, this Junior is Third Elder. I was in seclusion at the time and did not know what the Grand Elder and the others had done; otherwise, I would definitely have done my best to stop them."

A complex look flashed in the white-clad woman's eyes.

She was indeed unaware; by the time she heard the commotion and came out of seclusion, the Clan Chief was already dead, and the fox clan had fallen under the control of the Tribe Leader.

As a Six-star Demon Saint, there was nothing she could do.

"Young Master, Third Elder is telling the truth; she did not participate in it."

At this time, Ji Yinshuang whispered beside Han Ming.

Han Ming nodded and glanced at Third Elder, "Traitors must die!"

Saying this, he pointed at Ji Rufeng, and a golden sword shadow directly pierced through the center of his brows.

Ji Rufeng's corpse collapsed with a thud, his eyes wide open, looking as if he died with deep resentment.

"You, sigh..."

Third Elder sighed helplessly, a trace of loneliness flashing in her eyes.

The Silver Moon Fox Clan originally had thirteen Demon Saints, but now only she remained.

From today on, the Silver Moon Fox Clan's situation in Ten Thousand Demon Ridge will be precarious.

The surrounding Silver Moon Fox Clan members watched this scene quietly, their expressions varying—some fearful, some bewildered, and some resentful.

Third Elder took a deep breath, knelt on one knee, and bowed deeply to Han Ming: "Senior, I have a request."

Han Ming glanced at her: "Speak."

"The Silver Moon Fox Clan now has less than one-tenth of its Demon Saints left, and I am the only one holding it together. With my strength as a Six-star Demon Saint, I simply cannot protect the whole clan."

Third Elder knelt on the ground, looking straight into Han Ming's eyes.

"Senior is also of the Silver Moon Fox Clan, and your Bloodline is even purer than the previous Tribe Leader. I implore you, Senior, to take the position of our Clan Chief and protect the Silver Moon Fox Clan."

Her voice was clear and earnest, echoing over the chaotic battlefield.

The surrounding Silver Moon Fox Clan members looked at each other, a complex look flashing in their eyes, and then they all knelt down.

"We implore Senior to take the position of Clan Chief and protect the Silver Moon Fox Clan!"

"We implore Senior to take the position of Clan Chief!"

The voices rose and fell, spreading from dozens to hundreds of people, and finally, almost all the Silver Moon Fox Clan members present knelt down.

Han Ming stood in place, his gaze sweeping over the kneeling figures.

There were old and young, men and women, Demon Venerable experts, and low-level fox clan members who could not yet fully take human form.

Everyone was looking at Han Ming with anticipation.

With Han Ming's strength, if he became their Clan Chief, he could not only protect them but even lead them to be stronger than before.