Chapter 1738 - 1739: Blood Covenant
Nuannuan groaned softly and closed her eyes again.
"Who else could it be but that old scoundrel, Hebrew."
"We encountered the undead and zombies, and had no choice but to join forces with Hebrew to fight the undead."
"But for some reason, the undead suddenly changed direction. I was caught off guard and was ambushed by Hebrew from behind, allowing him to succeed."
Saying this, Nuannuan was full of expression.
"Uncle, you were so handsome. We all saw you destroy countless undead with a single palm strike. I had no idea the power of a Martial Artist could reach such earth-shattering levels."
As Nuannuan spoke, Yang Fei felt a realization dawning in his heart.
Originally, Hebrew and Nuannuan had joined forces against the enemy, but this treacherous old scoundrel, seeing the undead retreat, suddenly turned against her, severely injuring Nuannuan.
Yet, when I destroyed thousands of undead with a single strike, Hebrew was so terrified by my power that his soul was shattered, and upon meeting me, he immediately knelt, pleading desperately for mercy.
At this moment, Hebrew was filled with deep regret.
The Immortal Race and the Wu Clan have been mortal enemies for centuries.
And ten years ago, when the Witch Master entered Yinxue Tower and received guidance from the Martial God, the Wu Clan prospered and suppressed the Immortal Race.
Later on, the Witch Master disappeared, and internal strife fractured the Wu Clan. The Immortal Race plotted for a long time, hoping to take the Witch Clan's Sacred Land in one fell swoop.
Who would have expected a new Witch Master, Nuannuan, to emerge within the Wu Clan, with Yang Fei's assistance?
Together, they not only quelled the internal strife within the Wu Clan but also defeated the Immortal Race, even killing a Prince of the Immortal Race.
Witch Master Nuannuan obtained the Great Witch Essence Blood, wielding immense power, even Hebrew dared not provoke her lightly.
Such a genius, Hebrew could not allow her to live. Otherwise, if the Wu Clan united, the Immortal Race would find it even harder to compete with them.
However, what Hebrew did not expect was that, just after he severely injured Nuannuan and was about to deliver a fatal blow, Yang Fei struck, eliminating thousands of undead.
The earth-shattering momentum frightened Hebrew to his very core.
Afraid of death, Hebrew completely collapsed, unable to muster the courage to oppose Yang Fei, he could only kneel on the ground and beg earnestly.
Yang Fei's mind was racing, instantly understanding everything, though his face showed no emotion.
Even Yang Fei didn't realize he had unleashed that Tathagata Palm.
He thought perhaps the Nine-Rank Lotus had gathered the Heaven and Earth Vital Energy in this space and erupted through his palm strike.
This attack could not be repeated; it was impossible for Yang Fei to unleash such a powerful strike again.
Yet Hebrew was a genuine Spiritual Martial Arts Master. If he suddenly attacked, nobody here could stand against him.
Thinking of this, Yang Fei smiled wryly, not expecting that he had become a paper tiger, merely bluffing.
Thinking this, Yang Fei activated his Extreme Tiger Technique, releasing a violent aura, demonic flames surging, with killing intent overbearing.
Everyone, having witnessed Yang Fei's earth-shattering palm strike, stood solemnly, watching how Yang Fei would deal with Hebrew.
The scene was entirely quiet, silent as a ghost.
Yang Fei's tiger-like eyes coldly fixed on Hebrew.
"Hebrew, do you realize your crime?"
Feeling the formidable aura emanating from Yang Fei, Hebrew was so frightened his soul was shattered, kneeling on the ground, knocking his head repeatedly.
"Alliance Hierarch, I know I was wrong, I dare not do it again. From henceforth, I will follow your lead, please spare me."
The crowd watched Hebrew kowtow like pounding garlic, expressions varied, many Martial Artists' eyes showed disdain.
Though Hebrew was advanced in Martial Arts, his cowardice was far worse than ordinary Martial Artists, making him contemptible.
Yang Fei found it amusing; if Hebrew really started fighting, his Essence Qi was completely depleted, unable to fight this old fox.
Yet this old fox was dreadfully afraid of dying, which was a superb opportunity for Yang Fei and Nuannuan.
Yang Fei raised his hand high, golden True Martial Qi Energy swirling in his palm, his face seemingly covered with a layer of frost, sternly shouting.
"Whatever the feud between the Wu Clan and the Immortal Race, when facing a common enemy, you resorted to despicable treachery. What use do I have for a vile person like you?"
With that said, Yang Fei stepped forward, full of majesty.
"I'll finish you off now!"
"Alliance Hierarch spare me, spare me, leave me a life. I am willing to serve you even unto death."
Hebrew was completely terrified by Yang Fei, crouching on the ground, begging desperately.
Yang Fei sneeringly laughed: "Serve even unto death? Can I still trust you, a deceitful villain!"
Hebrew crawled forward two steps, kneeling at Yang Fei's feet, looking up, tears running down his face.
"Alliance Hierarch, pity me, I barely broke through to Spiritual Martial Arts, my lifespan extended to three hundred years."
"I just passed my two hundred and tenth birthday, with a century left to live, please don't cut off my life path."
Saying this, two powerful Immortal Tribespeople behind Hebrew, seeing their Clan Leader so fearful of death, rushed over to support him, angrily glaring at Yang Fei.
"Clan Leader, let's fight this kid."
Hebrew turned around, suddenly swiping twice with his claws, embedding them into the Heavenly Spirit Covers of the two Immortal Tribespeople.
His fingers, like steel spikes, caught the two Immortal Tribespeople entirely off guard, not expecting their Clan Leader to attack them.
The two had no time to resist, immediately collapsing from cerebral explosion, dying on the spot.
Everyone gasped at Hebrew's violent actions, rushing in, ready to unleash their power.
Hebrew turned, still kneeling on the ground, like a loyal, obedient old dog.
"Alliance Hierarch, these two spoke disrespectfully, I have punished them already, I only ask for my life."
Facing such a vile person, Yang Fei inwardly sneered, yet his face remained unchanged, his expression deliberately softening a bit.
"Alright, seeing your sincere repentance, I will spare you. But how can I trust you?"
Hebrew hesitated briefly, but seeing the fierce glint in Yang Fei's eyes, he shuddered uncontrollably.
"Alliance Hierarch, I can make a Blood Covenant, pledging you as my master. Otherwise, you can activate the power of the Blood Covenant, making life unbearable for me, unable to live or die."
Yang Fei remained stoic: "Blood Covenant? Does that really work?"
"It works, every Immortal Tribesperson must honor the Blood Covenant, failing which, their Primordial Blood will boil, igniting spontaneously to death."
Having witnessed Yang Fei's might, Hebrew now just wished to survive, willing to do anything.
He said while biting his finger, drawing a series of strange symbols in the palm of his hand.
His palm displayed winding blood, the forming symbols ancient and mysterious.
Yang Fei felt a stirring within, clearly sensing the bizarre energy contained within these blood-drawn symbols, carrying destructive intent.
Hebrew finished drawing the Blood Talisman and respectfully said: "Please, Master, extend your palm."
An idea flickered in Yang Fei's mind, having some understanding of the Blood Covenant.
The Yan Ru Scripture records that the Blood Covenant is the highest treaty among the Immortal Race, those who breach it will burn their entire Essence Qi to ashes.
Yet, who knows if this old scoundrel's Blood Covenant is genuine?
There will be another update later, with four more chapters in the evening, and the repeated chapters have been corrected, apologies for the confusion.