adbindia Chapter 1261 - 1256: The Witch Arrives
Chapter 1261 - 1256: The Witch Arrives
After the Grand Elder finished his angry speech, he hadn’t had time to act when Lang took the plunge, shouting: "Bring down the evil upper forces! Brothers, those not afraid to die, follow me!"
After shouting, he turned and ran swiftly, transforming into an enraged bull, fearlessly charging toward the Grand Elder.
His strength was leagues away from the Grand Elder’s.
This action was akin to striking a stone with an egg.
However, Lang’s display of generosity and grandeur set every young person’s blood boiling.
Not wanting to be left behind, they all followed in Lang’s footsteps.
Thus, the originally stationary crowd surged like waves eager to engulf everything.
"Bring down the evil upper forces!"
"Use their blood to honor the fallen brothers!"
"We were not born to be cannon fodder, kill!"
Rage-filled shouts echoed everywhere as the faces of charging clansmen grew increasingly fierce.
At this moment, the Elder was truly frightened, panicking to the point of being unable to move.
"It’s over! Finished!"
One Elder couldn’t help but tremble, collapsing onto the ground.
The Grand Elder was slightly better off, though not by much.
In truth, he couldn’t move his legs either, his heart filled with grief and fear.
Why! Why is this happening!
Not long ago, these lowlifes were his puppets!
Why did they suddenly gain a courage that instilled fear!
Speaking of courage, the Grand Elder trembled at the source: Lang.
And who is Lang, if not because of that damn outsider!
"Outsider! Where’s the outsider!"
Muttering to himself, the Grand Elder instinctively stood on tiptoe, scanning the crowd, hoping to spot the outsider’s figure.
His gaze fixed on a large tree a hundred meters away.
It was a pretty ordinary tree, its branches average, its leaves sparse.
Yet this tree held the Grand Elder’s gaze for a long time.
His eyes filled with deep unwillingness and regret, his face looking as if he’d eaten faeces.
The reason was simple.
At the fingertips of that tree sat a person.
There sat Qin Hao on the branch, his feet swaying in the wind, smiling, holding a rabbit leg as he indulged, his mouth greasy.
His posture, his face, his demeanor, his lazy aura, all resembled a traveler admiring the scenery.
Qin Hao’s gaze swept over, locking onto the Grand Elder’s gaze.
In their eyes meeting, the Grand Elder clearly saw Qin Hao’s mocking grin, then... he couldn’t hold back, vomiting a mouthful of blood.
Due to the psychological blow, his body wobbled thrice, hardly standing by leaning on someone nearby, but his chest continued to heave, blood still flowing from his mouth.
"No... it shouldn’t be like this!"
The Grand Elder cried out in despair.
He thought this would be a one-sided crush.
After all, this was his headquarters.
Whereas Qin Hao was just a trivial outsider.
But now, the situation was completely out of control.
An outsider had occupied his home and even manipulated the puppets he controlled for years?
Even more hateful, they were about to get killed.
And that outsider was leisurely eating a rabbit leg?
How could this be tolerated!
"I’m furious!"
The other Elders, prompted by the Grand Elder’s gaze, also inadvertently saw Qin Hao not far away.
Thus, all the Elders became dizzy with rage, their lungs about to explode.
The surging crowd cared little for such things.
The young clansmen had suffered long-standing oppression.
Now, with an opportunity to vent, they couldn’t possibly miss it.
Quickly, the tide of people completely engulfed the five Elders!
Amid the chaos, one could see the crowd frantically rushing toward a spot.
Where, due to the crowd, nothing was visible except pure pandemonium.
Within the chaos, shrill screams arose.
"Ah! Let go of me! You little rascal, let go!"
"Stop biting my ear! Let go of your mouth!"
"Ah! My hand is broken!"
Judging by the voices, these were undoubtedly the elders.
Their voices, used for commanding, were surprisingly potent in screams.
Even far away, Qin Hao didn’t miss a word, and then he again tore a bite of his chicken leg, thoroughly enjoying himself.
Unknown time passed, in the human tide, the voices of the elders turned intermittent.
Some voices even ceased, surely silenced.
Qin Hao was preparing to descend from the tree, wondering if he could give them a few kicks.
Suddenly, his brows furrowed, his expression growing solemn.
A presence emerged far from the training field.
To Qin Hao’s estimate, the presence was from about five miles away.
An entity able to project killing intent from such a distance?
The Immortal Spirit Tribe had someone this powerful?
The next moment.
The presence instantly grew, transforming from a breeze to a gale!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
The gale moaned, making everyone stagger.
People bumped into each other, crying out.
Nearby, Ah Sang and the Clan Leader both halted, looking at a particular spot in surprise.
There seemed to be no one there.
But within a blink, a figure in black robes appeared.
His stride seemed arduous, yet each step covered ten meters.
So within two breaths.
The figure reached the training field.
With his appearance, the gale abruptly ceased, the young ones clambering up, staring fearfully at this black-robed man.
The atmosphere was unquestionably quiet, to the pin-drop level.
The black-robed man stood quietly there, without doing anything yet becoming the center of attention.
Even the Clan Leader appeared dim beside him!
Unknown time passed before the masked, black-robed man spoke: "It’s time to stop."
He didn’t clarify what ’stop’ meant.
But everyone understood his intention.
The chaos was to end.
The Clan Leader was the first to approach the black-robed man.
He knelt on one knee, humbly, no longer the tyrant he once was.
Crouching at the black-robed man’s feet, he said earnestly: "Respected Lord Witch, please forgive my mismanagement for causing such a disaster..."
Upon hearing this, Qin Hao’s furrowed brows relaxed.
Witch!
This mystical black-robed man indeed was the Witch of the Immortal Spirit Tribe!
Throughout countless secrets and strange tales, the Witch was always the strongest and most mysterious.
Perhaps, he’s not the one commanding in daylight.
Yet, he is undoubtedly the sovereign of darkness.
The black-robed figure before them was such a person.
With just a glance, Qin Hao understood this man was the strongest he had ever encountered.