124: Chapter 124 Eleven Serpent Guards? I'll slaughter them all by myself!

"Did I say you could leave?"

Jiang Feng's voice echoed within the black mist.

That was a black mist created by the Snake-Person Tribe's secret technique, carrying a potent poison capable of corroding flesh.

It was the escape method that the Snake-Person Tribe was famous for; let alone ordinary warriors, even tribal warriors with formidable Physical Bodies would turn into a pool of pus on the spot if they inhaled a single breath.

However, now that Jiang Feng's Minor Achievement in the Golden Body Art had been reached, he was long immune to ordinary toxins. As soon as the black smoke was inhaled into his body, it was suppressed and refined by his formidable Physical Body strength.

Compared to the soul-extinguishing grass, this toxin was simply insignificant.

"You ignorant fool!" From deep within the black mist, the voice of the Snake Guard leader carried contempt and disdain. "Even Shangguan Wuqing would not dare to force her way through our poisonous mist. A mere war slave like you dares to come in here and court death!"

"Noisy."

Before Jiang Feng's voice had even faded, he appeared behind one of the Snake Guards like a ghost.

That Snake Guard didn't even have time to react, only feeling an irresistible force strike from behind.

Bang! A dull thud echoed.

Under the horrified gazes of the other Snake Guards, his chest bulged outward, and a bloody hole suddenly exploded open. Viscera mixed with bone fragments sprayed out, and he died on the spot!

Jiang Feng didn't look at the corpse that had slumped down; he tossed it aside.

Whoosh! The body turned into a black shadow, flying precisely out of the black mist, and with a thud, landed squarely at the feet of Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei.

Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei took half a step back, keeping a close watch on the movements within the black mist.

Inside the black mist, the remaining ten Snake Guards were instantly agitated, their cold vertical pupils filled with shock and vigilance.

"Form up quickly!" The Snake Guard leader roared.

The ten men moved instantly, their footsteps following a strange Formation. A cold and powerful aura rose from their bodies, connecting with one another and faintly forming a unified whole.

However, a sense of unease welled up in the Snake Guard leader's heart. The Eleven Snake Guards' killing Formation was missing one person, causing its power to be greatly reduced, and there was a clear stagnation in the operation of the Formation!

Jiang Feng had previously inquired with Shangguan Wuqing; such guard teams composed of multiple people mostly practiced the same Cultivation Technique. When combined, they would form a momentum where their auras connected, greatly increasing their combat power.

That was why he had acted decisively, killing one first to disrupt the Formation.

With the eleven-person Formation missing one member, its power was greatly reduced; how could Jiang Feng let such an opportunity pass?

His figure flickered, and he appeared in front of another Snake Guard, completely ignoring the pressure brought by the Formation.

That Snake Guard reacted extremely quickly; the poisoned curved blade in his hand turned into a venomous snake, aiming straight for Jiang Feng's throat.

Jiang Feng did not dodge or evade; he simply raised his hand and threw a punch.

"Second one!"

Crack! The fist collided with the curved blade, and the curved blade, forged from refined steel, shattered into pieces!

The momentum of the punch did not stop, slamming heavily into the Snake Guard's chest. Another dull thud echoed.

The second corpse was thrown out from the black mist by Jiang Feng in the same manner, slamming down next to the first corpse.

Thud!

Everyone stared blankly at the eerie black mist and the corpses that kept "flying" out from within.

They couldn't see what was happening inside; they could only hear short, sharp screams and the terrifying sounds of bodies being violently pierced through.

Then, one after another, the corpses of the Snake Guards were precisely thrown at the feet of Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei.

The third one... the fourth one... the fifth one...

The corpses soon piled up into a small mountain, emitting a thick, bloody stench.

Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei was completely stunned. The trump card she was so proud of, the ace she intended to use to overthrow the entire Chilian Tribe, was currently being easily slaughtered by Jiang Feng, with their corpses tossed at her feet.

She couldn't understand. Why had this man become so strong?

Clearly, before, he could only barely take the tenth punch she threw. Why had he become so unfathomable now? What on earth had he experienced in these past few days?

Not only her, but even her sister, Shangguan Wuqing, who was standing to the side, and the Old Chieftain Shangguan Xuanyi were deeply shaken.

They had thought Jiang Feng was strong, but they had never imagined he could be strong enough to single-handedly slaughter the Snake-Person Tribe's most elite Eleven Snake Guards! This had already exceeded their understanding of the term "war slave."

Inside the black mist, the remaining Snake Guards completely collapsed.

"A devil! He is a devil!"

"Run! Run quickly!"

The Snake Guard leader let out a desperate roar, no longer caring about any Formation, and turned to flee for his life in the opposite direction of Jiang Feng.

However, Jiang Feng's speed was faster than theirs. The black mist seemed to be his home turf; his figure wove through it, and every time he appeared, it was accompanied by a desperate scream.

When the black mist gradually dissipated, Jiang Feng's figure reappeared before everyone, without a single scratch on his body, only a few spots of green blood left by the Snake Guards. Behind him lay the corpses of the last few Snake Guards who had attempted to flee. Eleven people, not a single one left, completely wiped out!

The entire tribe fell into a deathly silence.

Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei stared blankly at the mountain of corpses at her feet, her eyes hollow and her lips trembling; she couldn't say a word.

She finally realized she was wrong. And she was wrong in the most outrageous way. She had personally pushed a terrifying helper capable of sweeping across Yunmeng Marsh to the opposite side of herself. Just because of that ridiculous desire for control and pointless scheming and testing. She hated her own damned pride and regretted treating Jiang Feng as a slave.

"Sigh..." An aged sigh broke the silence. The Old Chieftain Shangguan Xuanyi leaned on her cane and slowly stepped forward, her cloudy eyes filled with disappointment and heartache.

She looked at Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei, her voice carrying a bone-chilling coldness. "Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei, colluding with outsiders, harming fellow tribesmen, attempting to murder your mother and sister—every single act is unforgivable."

"Guards," she paused, then spat out two words: "Execute her on the spot."

Two female warriors loyal to the Old Chieftain stepped out in response, holding sharp blades, walking step by step toward the devastated Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei. Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei did not resist at all, only staring fixedly at Jiang Feng, her eyes filled with remorse.

At this moment, two figures blocked her path without any warning. They were Jiang Feng and Shangguan Wuqing.

Everyone was stunned. Even Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei, who was about to be executed, looked up in astonishment, watching these two people in front of her with confusion. Why... why would they save her?

"Jiang Feng, Wuqing, what is the meaning of this?" The Old Chieftain Shangguan Xuanyi frowned, her tone unkind. "This girl is guilty of heinous crimes; are you trying to plead for her?"

Shangguan Wuqing knelt toward the Old Chieftain Shangguan Xuanyi. "Mother, she is my own sister, and even more so, your own daughter. How can you bear to..."

Jiang Feng glanced indifferently at the two female warriors holding knives. Upon being looked at by him, both were so frightened that their hands trembled, and they subconsciously took two steps back.

Jiang Feng then turned around to look at the tribe's supreme ruler, the Old Chieftain Shangguan Xuanyi. There was not a trace of reverence on his face; instead, it wore a playful, sardonic smile.

"Plead for her?" Jiang Feng shook his head and extended a finger, pointing from afar at this silver-haired, seemingly venerable Old Chieftain. Under the disbelieving gazes of everyone, he said word by word: "Even though Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei is at fault, she is not the mastermind. The mastermind..."

Jiang Feng's finger pointed at the Old Chieftain Shangguan Xuanyi. "Is you."