135: Chapter 135 The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

Pushing aside a cluster of dense bushes, the scene before him made his gaze narrow slightly.

Ahead was a clearing that had been smashed into a chaotic mess.

Two massive Yao Beasts were engaged in a fierce battle.

The one on the left was pitch black, its entire body covered in thick scales.

Its limbs were as thick as pillars, and a row of sharp bone spurs protruded from its spine.

Its tail swept across like an iron whip, snapping trees off at the roots wherever it passed.

Iron-Armored Lizard, Third Level Middle Stage Peak, with astonishing defensive power.

The one on the right was entirely crimson, shaped like a giant wolf, but it had two heads.

Four eerie green eyes flashed with fierce light, and foul-smelling saliva dripped from its fangs.

Two-Headed Wolf, also Third Level Middle Stage Peak, with extreme speed and fierce attacks.

Both Yao Beasts were Third Level Middle Stage Peak existences, their combat power comparable to a human Cultivator at the Great Martial Master Seventh Level.

At this moment, they were fighting to the death, and the Iron-Armored Lizard's tail lashed fiercely against the Two-Headed Wolf.

Scales collided with fur, exploding into a mist of blood.

The Two-Headed Wolf bit down on the Iron-Armored Lizard's forelimb, both heads exerting force simultaneously to tear off a large chunk of flesh.

Fresh blood splattered, and the roars shook the heavens.

The surrounding trees were knocked askew, and the ground was trampled into countless deep pits.

Ye Yun's gaze swept over the two Yao Beasts, and he quickly discovered something unusual.

Although these two Yao Beasts were fighting fiercely, their aura was far from being exhausted.

Their movements appeared fierce, but in reality, they were holding back, deliberately avoiding vital points with every attack.

"Are they acting? Or perhaps… have they sensed something?"

Ye Yun did not act rashly, his gaze scanning the surroundings calmly.

He soon discovered something unusual behind a cluster of bushes not far away.

There, several figures were hidden, their auras deliberately suppressed, but they could not escape his perception.

Five people.

Three men and two women, dressed in uniform light cyan attire, with a small golden sword embroidered on their cuffs.

Qingfeng Sword Sect Disciples.

A trace of realization flashed in Ye Yun's eyes.

Among the Four Great Sects, the Qingfeng Sword Sect ranked second; its Disciples specialized in the Dao of the Sword, their strikes were fierce, and they were always overbearing when training outside.

This group appearing in the inner circle of the Fengyun Mountains must also be here for high-level Yao Beasts.

He suppressed his aura, quietly hid behind a tree, and watched coldly, intending to see a good show.

...

Behind the bushes, five figures lay in ambush, holding their breath and concentrating.

Their gazes were locked tightly on the two Yao Beasts fighting ahead.

Leading them was a young woman, about twenty years old, who was extremely beautiful.

She wore a tight-fitting light cyan outfit that outlined her hot figure perfectly.

The full curves of her chest stretched the fabric tight, and her waist was slender, easily held in one's grasp.

Below were round, perky hips, and long, straight legs.

Her features were bright and bold.

A pair of almond eyes were currently flashing with excitement, and the corners of her mouth were slightly curled up.

She was like a rose with thorns, beautiful and dangerous.

Her name was Wen Yulan, an Inner Sect Disciple of the Qingfeng Sword Sect.

With Great Martial Master Sixth Level Peak cultivation, she was the leader of this squad.

Standing beside her was a young man with a handsome face and a tall stature.

His cultivation was also Great Martial Master Sixth Level, but his aura was slightly weaker than Wen Yulan's.

His gaze fell on Wen Yulan from time to time.

Hidden in his eyes was undisguised greed and dark desire, while a smile he thought was dashing hung on the corners of his mouth.

His name was Han Ming, an Inner Sect Disciple of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, who had long coveted Wen Yulan.

He had volunteered to join her team this time, and anyone with sharp eyes could see what he was thinking.

The other three.

A woman with an oval face, named Su Wan, Great Martial Master Level 5, was Wen Yulan's Junior Sister.

Two young male Disciples, one named Zhao Yuan, one named Zhou Ping.

Both were Great Martial Master Level 5 and were Han Ming's followers.

"Senior Sister, these two beasts have fought enough."

Han Ming leaned close to Wen Yulan, lowering his voice, though his gaze lingered on her chest.

"Once they are both heavily injured, we will strike and take them down in one go. Two Third Level Middle Stage Peak Yao Beasts; if we take their beast cores and Materials back to the Sect, we can exchange them for quite a few contribution points."

Wen Yulan did not look at him, her gaze still fixed on the battlefield ahead, and she said indifferently.

"Wait a little longer. Both the Iron-Armored Lizard and the Two-Headed Wolf are cunning creatures; it won't be easy to determine a victor. Wait until they are completely exhausted before acting, to avoid any complications."

Han Ming met a soft rejection, a trace of displeasure flashing in his eyes, but he quickly put on a smiling face.

"Senior Sister is right; I was too impatient."

Su Wan covered her mouth to stifle a laugh nearby, but after being glared at by Han Ming, she quickly restrained herself.

Zhao Yuan licked his lips and lowered his voice.

"Senior Sister Wen, if we each take one beast core from these two, and sell the remaining Materials for contribution points, we will have made a huge profit on this trip."

Zhou Ping also chimed in.

"That's right, two Third Level Middle Stage Peak beasts; usually, we wouldn't even dare to imagine it. Following Senior Sister Wen out was definitely the right choice."

Wen Yulan did not speak, but her brows knitted slightly.

She felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

...

On the clearing ahead, the battle between the two Yao Beasts became increasingly fierce.

The Iron-Armored Lizard let out a low roar, its scales standing on end.

Its tail swept across like an iron whip, lashing fiercely at the Two-Headed Wolf.

The Two-Headed Wolf let out a miserable shriek, flew backward, snapped two large trees, and rolled on the ground several times.

It struggled to climb up, covered in blood, its aura withered.

The Iron-Armored Lizard didn't fare much better; a large chunk of flesh had been torn from its forelimb by the Two-Headed Wolf, revealing ghastly white bone, with fresh blood gushing out.

It staggered back a few steps, its massive body swaying, seemingly on the verge of collapsing at any moment.

The two Yao Beasts confronted each other from several yards away, panting heavily like oxen, the smell of blood permeating the air.

"Now!"

A flash of brilliance appeared in Wen Yulan's eyes, and she was the first to charge out of the bushes.

Her long sword unsheathed, the sword light like a rainbow, striking directly at the Iron-Armored Lizard's throat!

Han Ming followed closely behind, an excited, ferocious grin on his face, his long sword sweeping horizontally, slashing towards the Two-Headed Wolf's neck.

Su Wan, Zhao Yuan, and Zhou Ping also flanked from the sides.

The sword light wove into a net, enveloping both Yao Beasts.

"Kill!"

Five beams of sword light fell simultaneously, the fierce Sword Qi tearing through the air, emitting a piercing screech.

But just as the sword light was about to touch the two Yao Beasts—

The withered look in the Iron-Armored Lizard's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a cold, fierce light.

It let out a roar that shook the heavens, its massive body springing up violently, its speed more than twice as fast as before!

Its iron tail swept across, carrying the force of a thousand jun, smashing fiercely towards Wen Yulan who was charging in the front!

The Two-Headed Wolf also erupted simultaneously, both heads opening their bloody maws.

Cold light flashing on their fangs, they bit down fiercely towards Han Ming and Zhao Yuan!

"Not good! Retreat quickly!"

Wen Yulan's expression changed drastically, she shouted sharply, her figure retreating rapidly, her long sword blocking in front of her.

But it was already too late.

"Bang!"

The iron tail smashed into the blade of Wen Yulan's sword.

The immense force caused her tiger's mouth to split open, and the long sword flew out of her hand.

Her entire body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a large tree.

She spat out a mouthful of blood.