"Don't worry. No matter how powerful the Great Yi Dynasty is, once our dragon race's plan is initiated, the so-called Great Yi will be suppressed. If they do not submit, we will force them to. The foundation of our dragon race is not something outsiders can easily comprehend."The Hanhai Dragon King spoke calmly, but beneath his words pulsed a powerful confidence—an innate pride that stemmed from bloodline and ancestry. It radiated absolute certainty.
"Father, can our plan really succeed? If it fails, the dragon race might find itself in a desperate situation."Ao Qi spoke, her expression tinged with concern. Clearly, she didn't share the same unwavering faith as her father.
"It will succeed. Once the plan starts, it won't just be Hanhai acting. The entire Eternal World—every sea, every Dragon Palace—will move together. Then, we will establish our supreme hegemony."The Hanhai Dragon King replied with firm conviction.
"Exactly. Once the plan succeeds, the Great Yi Dynasty will be nothing more than ants under our feet, ready to be crushed at will."Ao Lie added arrogantly.
…
Time flowed silently. Before anyone realized, night had passed.
Because of the fierce battle with the beasts—and the lingering threat of sneak attacks from survivors—warriors across the tribes had stayed on edge all night, not daring to rest. As the sun rose in the east, many sighed in relief, their tense hearts finally relaxing.
Some warriors collapsed beside their yurts and fell asleep on the spot.
However, most didn't. These were cultivators, after all—far more resilient than ordinary people. Even if they didn't sleep for a day, they could endure with minimal side effects, though their overall state would decline.
"It's finally over. Damn that beast tide—it nearly took my life."
"Notify the slaves. Have them collect the corpses and remains of the beasts. This is meat—packed with energy. Eating it will greatly benefit our cultivation. None of it must be wasted."
"You lowly races, hurry up and move the bodies! Do it well, and maybe you'll get a bone or two to gnaw on. If not—don't expect any mercy!"
The Hu warriors shouted angrily, ordering the slaves to handle the corpses.
Bounty hunters stood up one by one, walking slowly outside. Their movements were measured, but their eyes were constantly meeting, silently communicating.
Before long, most bounty hunters were standing near a Hu warrior. A careful observer would have noticed that each Hu warrior had a bounty hunter beside them. And in that moment of lowered vigilance, a strange change occurred.
The Hu warriors had no wariness toward the bounty hunters.
They didn't consider the slaves a threat. To them, these descendants of Yan and Huang were inherently weak and submissive. Even if handed a weapon, they wouldn't dare fight back.
So they let down their guard.
They saw them as nothing more than goods—slaves to be traded for supplies.
"Now!"
"Brothers, kill!!"
"Cut these inhuman barbarians into pieces and feed them to the dogs!"
"Slay them all!"
At that instant, all the bounty hunters let out a coordinated roar. Light flashed in their hands as divine weapons and sharp blades were pulled from hidden space pouches and swung toward the Hu warriors—aiming straight for vital points. Lethal attacks, every one of them.
Slash! Slash! Slash!
Blood sprayed through the air. Countless Hu warriors didn't even have time to react before their heads flew from their bodies, necks gushing blood in fountains. In a flash, everything was annihilated.
"What?!"
"What's going on? These slaves dare to revolt?"
"Weapons?! Where did they get weapons? And that aura—they're cultivators, in the Life Aperture Realm, even the Life Map Realm! Damn it, it's a trap—a trap!!"
"No, it's an ambush! These so-called slaves are assassins embedded in our tribe. Someone is targeting us—targeting the Skyhawk Royal Court!"
"Damn it! How are these Han people so strong? These are two-legged sheep—they shouldn't have this kind of power. I don't believe it!"
"Quick! Kill them! Kill every last slave! Leave none alive!"
The change had come too fast—so fast that few could react. Dozens of Hu warriors were slaughtered on the spot, caught completely off guard. The bounty hunters weren't just strong—they were ruthless, striking with cold, deadly precision. Each move was made to kill.
Their bloodthirsty aura was overwhelming—they were clearly veterans of countless battles, unfazed by bloodshed.
The Hu warriors did retaliate. They grabbed their curved blades and fought back ferociously.
But they were already weakened from a full night of battle.
Caught off guard, many were slain or severely wounded in the first wave. The tribe's fighting force was instantly reduced by sixty to seventy percent.
Then came the final slaughter, led by bounty hunters who had saved their strength and struck with merciless efficiency.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunshots rang out.
Many bounty hunters pulled out rune guns, firing rune bullets at blinding speed, each one striking with deadly accuracy. Some Hu warriors had their foreheads pierced clean through; others were frozen into ice sculptures, their blood and bones sealed in frost.
"Who are you?! Why are you slaughtering my tribe? The Skyhawk Royal Court will never let you get away with this! The King will avenge us!"
The tribal chief roared and exploded with power, trying to kill the nearby bounty hunters.
But powerful bounty hunter elites had long surrounded him. After a brief clash, they brought him down. Slain.
Another tribe—wiped out.
Scenes like this played out across the Skyhawk Plains—again and again. The slave uprising erupted everywhere. The Hu tribes were utterly unprepared for their own slaves to rebel.
Even more shocking was the slaves' hidden strength.
Entire tribes were stained red with blood.
With a well-planned ambush against an unprepared enemy, the results were devastating. Tribe after tribe was destroyed.
High above the Skyhawk Royal Court, the massive Cloud Sea of Merit began to tremble violently. Cracks appeared, and the Fortune True Spirit—a luck-borne flood dragon—wailed in pain. Its light dimmed, and it thrashed in the cloud sea in panic.
As though it had sensed the approach of death.
"What is this?! The True Spirit of Fortune is unstable! The Cloud Sea is shaking! Our kingdom is in turmoil! Who is it—who's targeting our Skyhawk Royal Court?! It's a conspiracy! Just as I feared—it's all part of a sinister plan!"Tuoba Tao, who had been resting, spat out a mouthful of blood in shock.
Chaos.
The fortune of the Skyhawk Royal Court was collapsing—fast. The fortune dragon was weakened. The realm's luck energy, which supported their dynasty, was becoming untethered, like floating duckweed. Entire regions were lost. Defenseless.
"Blood Mirror Technique!!"A shaman pulled out a basin filled with blood, where countless runes flickered and scenes emerged one after another.
They showed the widespread slaughter across the Skyhawk Royal Court—entire tribes being butchered in shocking waves. The rebellion had turned into an extermination.
"Damn it! The slaves—it was all a trap!"Tuoba Tao's eyes turned red. Rage overwhelmed him—he wanted to devour someone alive.
Those slaves they had seen as property... had rebelled. And succeeded.
If those were slaves—he would rather smash his own head into a stone.
"It's the Human Race. Someone from the human side is deliberately targeting the Skyhawk Royal Court. The outer tribes are lost. Even the ones still standing will fall soon. We must focus everything on defending the Royal City. As long as we hold it, the Skyhawk Royal Court can survive. If it falls—then the Dynasty collapses."Mr. Huo spoke quickly and decisively.