186: Chapter 186 You look like a dog.

Tie Shan also attacked at the same time. His iron-gray figure rushed out from the right, both fists striking directly at Mountain Lord Taiyue's side.

Before the wind of his fists arrived, the force was already pouring out like a mountain torrent, and a dull tearing sound echoed in the air.

Mountain Lord Taiyue sneered, flicking his left palm casually. His Demon Power erupted from within, and a force that was both soft and firm sought to deflect Tie Shan's fists.

"Angry Bear Execution!!"

However, the moment Tie Shan's fists touched that force, they suddenly changed direction, and a triple-layered force, like a rapid-fire cannon, exploded along Mountain Lord Taiyue's sleeve.

With two Late Stage Rank 3 Great Yao joining forces, even Mountain Lord Taiyue at his Peak should normally have retreated.

But...

Mountain Lord Taiyue didn't even look at them.

"Presumptuous!"

He waved his right hand, and a grayish-white light exploded from his palm, transforming into two threads of light as thin as hair, which shot toward the chests of Jin Kui and Tie Shan, respectively.

The moment the light touched their chests, two dark gray patterns simultaneously appeared on their skin—the character " river" (river), three vertical lines, exactly the same as the one on Lady Hua's chest.

"Bang~~"

"Argh!!"

Jin Kui's body suddenly stiffened, as if someone had grabbed his throat, and his Demon Power stalled.

His fists were still raised in mid-air, but the dark golden light on his knuckles instantly extinguished.

His pupils constricted sharply, his mouth opened, and he let out a painful grunt.

The Demon Power within him seemed to be drained, pulled away from his limbs and bones, converging into that " river" character pattern on his chest, and then disappearing without a trace.

"Bang~"

Jin Kui's knees went weak, and he knelt on the ground. The golden patterns lost their luster, and he braced his hands on the ground, trembling all over.

"Hoo, huff~" Jin Kui panted heavily, his face filled with unwillingness.

Tie Shan's situation was the same. That " river" character pattern was like a red-hot iron chain branded onto his chest, searing his flesh until it sizzled. His iron-gray pupils were filled with bloodshot veins, his teeth were gritted so hard they creaked, and a low roar squeezed from his throat.

He wanted to stand up, but his body wouldn't obey. He braced his fists on the ground, his knuckles white, his arms trembling. He pushed once, pushed twice, then collapsed back down.

The two Yao lay on the ground, unable to move.

Mountain Lord Taiyue withdrew his hand, not even sparing them a glance, and his gaze fell back onto Lady Hua.

"Madam Hua, I will give you one last chance. Withdraw your Divine Ability, bow your head and admit your fault to the Human Race, and command the Yao Race under your command to commit suicide to compensate for the Human Race's losses!"

As Mountain Lord Taiyue finished speaking, before Lady Hua could open her mouth, a vicious voice came from behind.

Great Elder Luo Qianshan stood up from the ground, bracing himself with his short axe.

His red robe was covered in dirt and bloodstains, his bald head had several bloody scratches from debris, and the scar on his forehead turned purple with rage.

He stared at Lady Hua's back, his eyes full of deep hatred.

"What if the Yao horde commits suicide?"

"Can the lives of my Luoxia Sect Disciples be compared to the lives of you beasts? In this battle, how many of my Luoxia Sect Disciples died? How many were injured? Is your life as a flower Yao enough to compensate for it?"

He took a step forward, stumbling, but his back was straight, and the short axe in his hand pointed at Lady Hua.

"I want this Yao's Demon Core, as well as the essence of her entire body."

"All flower Yao, wolf Yao, deer Yao, and crow Yao who participated in the slaughter—not one shall be spared. Take all their Demon Cores, peel all their fur, and dismantle all their tendons and bones. Only then can the losses of my Human Race be compensated."

After he finished speaking, he panted heavily. The spiritual light on the axe blade had dimmed to the point of being almost invisible, but his eyes were frighteningly bright, like two ghostly fires.

Behind him.

The other Golden Cores did not speak, but not one of them refuted him, and they all looked viciously toward the Yao Race's side.

Mountain Lord Taiyue turned his head and glanced at Great Elder Luo Qianshan.

"This esteemed adult's words are absolutely correct."

Mountain Lord Taiyue's voice was hoarse and calm. "Madam Hua's fault is something Taiyue Mountain shall compensate for. The Demon Cores, essence, fur, tendons, and bones shall all be at the Human Race's disposal."

Watching this scene.

Behind him, Jin Kui lay on the ground, his short golden fur trembling—not from pain, but from rage.

His fists smashed into the ground, creating a shallow pit. Debris dug into his knuckles, and blood seeped out from between his fingers, but he couldn't feel the pain.

He stared at Mountain Lord Taiyue's back, his dark brown pupils filled with bloodshot veins, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

"Haha!"

Thus, the Human Race side revealed faint smiles.

"Lady Hua's Demon Core belongs to my Luoxia Sect; you all can divide the rest."

"As for those Rank 2 Yao on the periphery, my Heavenly Sword Sect wants thirty percent."

Jian Qingfeng spoke up.

"Then how about the wolf pack goes to my Qingyun Sect, and the deer herd goes to the Xuanyi Sect?"

Great Elder Chen Qingyun flicked the tassel on his jade flute.

"What about the Crow Flock?"

Zhou Yuanba asked in a muffled voice.

"Keep the Crow Flock. Those crows have thin Demon Power; they have no fur to peel and no cores to extract. They can be given to the other smaller Sects. However, that tiger Yao is not bad; we will take one more of those."

"After returning to the Sect, soaking tiger bones in wine, making Talismans from the skin, and refining tiger blood into pills—that will be delightful."

Sect Leader Xuanqingzi looked in the direction where Tiger Biao was, his eyes flashing with greed.

The few Human Race Golden Cores discussed back and forth, dividing up the Yao Race on the periphery of Taiyue Mountain completely.

Who wanted the Demon Cores, who wanted the fur, who wanted the tendons and bones, who wanted the Demon Cores—it was all clearly divided, as if they were partitioning a pile of dead meat.

Mountain Lord Taiyue stood to the side, stooped, and said nothing.

The corners of his mouth even lifted slightly, revealing a sense of relief that "the matter was finally resolved."

Subsequently.

He turned his head to look at Lady Hua.

Lady Hua sighed deeply, a hint of helplessness appearing in her cold, clear eyes.

The Three Thousand Flower Realms were still there, the flowers were still blooming, but the petals had already begun to wither. The petals on the edges were falling off one by one, landing in the dirt and being scattered by the wind.

Her Demon Power had already been suppressed below Rank 3 by the Restriction, and the " river" character pattern on her chest was as hot as fire, like a red-hot iron nail driven into her heart.

She could not hold on any longer.

Lady Hua opened her eyes. Her pale green pupils reflected the Human Race Golden Cores who were busy dividing the spoils, reflected the stooped Mountain Lord Taiyue, and reflected the three thousand Yao Race lying all over the ground.

Then she closed her eyes.

It was not admitting defeat; she was just too tired.

The Three Thousand Flower Realms slowly dissipated. With her Divine Ability broken, Lady Hua also let out a breath, suffering a backlash, but her expression remained unchanged, though her heart was dead.

"Haha, good."

"Let it be so."

The laughter of the Human Race Golden Cores echoed throughout the valley.

However.

Just at this moment, a hoarse voice came from outside Taiyue Mountain, like a knife stabbed into the table where the spoils were being divided.

"You, you look like a dog."

The laughter of the crowd came to an abrupt halt.

All the Golden Cores simultaneously released their spiritual sense, probing in the direction from which the voice came.

Hei Yu's body trembled violently.

He raised his head, his purple-black pupils reflecting the sky outside Taiyue Mountain. He pulled his claws out from the crevices of the rocks, braced them on the ground, and went from lying down to kneeling, and from kneeling to standing.