Chapter 70 — Ambush
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The old leader and the others dared not speak their anger aloud, and had been stewing in silence; but unexpectedly, people really had come all this way from the depths of the forest. What a fine chance to earn merit! If they could capture these people, then in the days to come, the Blood Refining Hall's standing within the demon cult would surely rise a little.
The Wild Wolf Daoist had been thoroughly sullen tonight; now, glancing over, he suddenly discovered that the familiar Canglan Sect brat was actually among these five, and was at this very moment looking at him with an expression half-smile, half-sneer—most likely mocking him.
The wild dog's fury was no small thing. The Blood-Sucking Old Demon's cultivation was too high and his temper too savage; give the wild dog ten times the courage and he still would not dare seek revenge on him. But at the sight of Zhang Qingyue, he immediately thought: if not for this stinking brat, how would I have suffered such torment? Rage surged in his heart; he gave two great howls, summoned his fang treasure, and hurled it at Zhang Qingyue.
Over there, the ambush had succeeded, and the old leader was swelling with arrogance. He was about to say a few swaggering words such as "Be sensible, and you'll save yourselves some pain," but before the words left his mouth, the wild dog had already charged forward. The words reached his lips, his mouth opened halfway, and he forcibly swallowed them back; in his fluster he choked on his own breath and coughed twice, inwardly furious!
Song Dayi flew hurriedly to He Dachuan's side, landed, and examined him, only to find that this junior brother, caught off guard, had already had the evil aura invade his body. It seemed he would be unable to fight for some time, but fortunately his life was not in danger.
He was worrying inwardly when he suddenly heard two strange cries behind him; a demonic figure with a face like a dog's came charging over, and his youngest junior brother, Zhang Qingyue, had summoned his treasure and engaged him, and the two were clashing with a great clatter and bang.
In the distance, the old leader glared angrily at the wild dog, but then his brow furrowed: he recognized that the one fighting the wild dog was precisely the Canglan Sect brat with the peculiar black-iron staff treasure. Back at the Abyss of the Dead that day, his own Red Demon Eye had been unable to do anything to this man, and he had nearly come off the worse for it—so his impression was deep.
By now the Wild Wolf Daoist and Zhang Qingyue had fought for a while; the two figures flickered among the trees, almost turning into two streaks of light sweeping past. But the Wild Wolf Daoist grew more and more alarmed: after a few months apart, Zhang Qingyue's cultivation had actually advanced greatly from that day at the Abyss of the Dead—especially that bizarre black-iron staff in his hand, ugly in appearance yet blazing with blue light, flashing back and forth before his eyes.
Each time his fang treasure charged, it was immediately driven back upon meeting the black-iron staff; and as time passed, the place at the staff's head that resembled a blue-black pearl gradually gave off a faint, devouring evil force, drawing at him.
The Wild Wolf Daoist's heart went cold, and he could not help recalling that unlucky wretch Jiang Laosan, who had been drained of his vital essence by this brat and died in that bizarre manner. He cursed inwardly: how is it that these little righteous bastards nowadays carry treasures ten times more wicked than your Grandfather Wild Dog's?
The old leader knitted his brows. He reckoned that many of the Holy Cult's people had come tonight, and it would not be long before someone else arrived; if anyone saw that the Blood Refining Hall could not even deal with a few juniors of Qingyun, he would never be able to show his face again. He turned and shot a glance at the beautiful woman and Liu Gao beside him.