Chapter 1349 Dark Night Butcher

The Black-Clothed Men from the Berwick Family were all scared out of their wits. Fan Desha was the strongest among them, the only Heaven Rank Middle Stage Cultivator, and he had been beaten to death just like that. How could they possibly fight this battle now?

However, Future did not give them a chance to react. The Tu Tribe had been oppressed by various forces for years, so they naturally wouldn't show any politeness.

She pointed her golden staff forward, and the Tu Tribe behind her immediately pounced on the Black-Clothed Men like wolves.

Ever since Ye Bufan helped them retrieve the golden staff, the Tu Tribe's strength was no longer what it used to be. Besides Wood, who was a Celestial Realm Great Perfection, there were dozens of others who had stepped into the Heaven Rank.

In contrast, the Black-Clothed Men from the Berwick Family, who had arrived with such imposing Aura, generally only had Profound Rank cultivation or above. This disparity in strength was not a battle at all, but a one-sided slaughter.

In just a few breaths, these Black-Clothed Men were almost completely dead or wounded.

The Black Wizard Bebeto, standing nearby, trembled in his black robe, clearly astonished. He had not expected the usually weak and easily bullied Tu Tribe to suddenly transform from a sheep into a tiger.

He raised the staff in his hand and chanted a series of obscure incantations. Then, a black Qi shot out from the staff, transforming into a large black snake several meters long, coiling above his head.

"Go to hell, you lowly Tu Tribe dogs!"

Bebeto waved the staff in his hand, and the large snake instantly transformed into thousands of small black snakes, shooting out like lightning towards the Tu Tribe members nearby.

This was his ultimate Black Wizardry, called the Myriad Snake Soul Devouring Art. No matter who it was, once those small black snakes entered their body, their soul would be completely devoured, turning them into a walking corpse.

Originally, he thought coming here today was just a formality and he wouldn't need to act, but he didn't expect it to turn out this way.

To quickly turn the tide, he immediately unleashed his most powerful Black Wizardry.

In Bebeto's view, as long as he completed this spell, the opponent would already be a dead person, with no chance of reversal.

It was a pity he didn't understand the Tu Tribe well enough, nor the terror of the Sacred Artifact, the golden staff.

As soon as he unleashed the Myriad Snake Soul Devouring Art, the golden staff in Future's hand emitted a dazzling golden light.

Upon contact with the golden light, those small black snakes immediately seemed to have met their nemesis, being burned to ashes in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace behind.

"This…is this a Holy Rank Cultivator?"

A hoarse voice came from Bebeto's black robe, indicating his shock.

This guy never expected to come to the Tu Tribe and encounter a Holy Rank Cultivator.

Realizing things were not good, he immediately waved the staff in his hand, transforming into a black smoke, and quickly floated away into the distance.

It was a pity that Future didn't give him a chance to escape. The golden staff in her hand once again burst forth with dazzling golden light, instantly enveloping the black smoke.

"Ah!"

Bebeto's tragic cry came from within the golden light. Soon, the black Qi was purified by the golden light, leaving only a staff falling to the ground.

Just like that, in merely ten-odd minutes, the strong cultivators sent by the Berwick Family were completely slaughtered by the Tu Tribe.

"Long live the Tu Tribe!"

At this moment, Wood led countless Tu Tribe members to kneel on the ground, raising their hands to the sky, expressing their excitement.

For how many years had it been? They finally raised their heads in pride, finally able to protect their people and land.

Future's small face was also filled with excitement. She held the golden staff in her hand, her gaze directed towards Apple City.

"Ye Dage, thank you. You made the Tu Tribe stand up again. No one can break our Alliance!"

At the Apple Hotel, Cao Xinghua and the others had been busy outside all day. When they returned to the hotel, they were exhausted, after all, they were all elderly people.

Cao Xinghua and Lou Baiming shared a room. After dinner, they took a bath and then lay on the bed, preparing to rest.

"What do you think Senior Brother has been busy with these past few days?" Cao Xinghua asked casually.

"Who knows? Senior Brother is a person who does great things. How could we guess?"

Cao Xinghua's weather-beaten face was filled with emotion: "Yes, Senior Brother is indeed a person who does great things. With him, we have seen the hope for the revitalization of Chinese medicine.

Before, we never even dreamed that Chinese medicine could go abroad, but who would have thought that today we would stand in M Country and win the respect of the whole world."

Lou Baiming followed up, "Yes, with Senior Brother here, our Chinese medicine can flourish and eventually become the greatest medicine for all humanity…"

As they were speaking, a black shadow slowly appeared in the room. This person was completely wrapped from head to toe, with only two eyes gleaming with fierce cold light.

Seeing someone suddenly appear in the room, Cao Xinghua and the two Old things were startled.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" Cao Xinghua asked nervously.

"Who am I? I am the one who sends you to meet God."

The person chuckled, clearly not putting the two Old things in front of him in his eyes.

"It's really overkill for me, the Night Butcher, to kill you two useless Old things. To use your Huaxia words, it's like using an ox-cleaver to kill a chicken.

According to my master's instructions, every day I will choose one of you Old things to kill. Which one of you two should I kill first?"

After speaking, a playful glint, like a cat playing with a mouse, flashed in his eyes. He drew a cold, gleaming dagger and walked towards the two.

Cao Xinghua said, "If you dare to touch us, Senior Brother will not let you off."

Although the two Old things were a bit nervous, they were not afraid.

"Threatening me, are you? Then let's start with you."

A cold light flashed in the Night Butcher's eyes, and the dagger in his hand slashed towards Cao Xinghua's throat.

This blade was as thin as a willow leaf and as fast as lightning. Over the years, countless people had died by it.

In his opinion, as soon as he made his move, the Old thing in front of him would already be dead.

But just then, a cold voice sounded from the side.

"With your meager assassination skills, you still want to kill someone in front of me? You're far too lacking."

The Night Butcher was immediately scared out of his wits. As an excellent killer, he had thoroughly investigated the situation in the room before making his move.

He had done the same this time, confirming there was no danger, but he never expected someone else to be hiding nearby.

Moreover, the appearance of this person brought him a great sense of crisis. Out of a killer's instinct, he knew this person was not someone he could handle. Since he couldn't kill, he should quickly escape.

He unhesitatingly retracted his short blade and, transforming into a phantom, leaped towards the window.

"Trying to run? It's not that easy."

Before the Night Butcher could even reach the window, a huge palm appeared before him, and then he was slapped to the ground.

"This…"

At this moment, his heart was filled with fear. As an excellent killer ranked among the top 100, his strength was unquestionable, but he never expected to have no room for resistance in front of this person, and even escaping became a luxury.

He looked up in horror and saw a Young man in his twenties, standing cheerfully in front of him. This person was Situ Fei, the Island Master of Sky Slaughter Island.

After completing the mission to assassinate the Brown Family, Situ Fei was sent by Ye Bufan to protect these Old Chinese medicine practitioners. His Legacy Martial Skill was assassination, and he was also a Holy Rank Martial Artist. How could a mere Night Butcher escape his eyes?