I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself-Chapter 240 - 108: Peak Tier-3 Wizard, Target: Seizing Tier-3 Xiaoyang (Qiu Yue Ticket Requested)

Heyang Ruins Market.

Muo Feilong stood on high ground, gazing down at the river of blood and corpses below, his eyes flashing coldly, his killing intent surging.

A bunch of useless fools, dead is dead, it's over and done with, but the death of Muo Ming, a Tier Three Peak Great Witch, would fall on his shoulders.

"Damn it, I told him to bring more guards, but he insisted no, and now his death makes me suffer."

Muo Feilong's grievances soared, even the already dead Muo Ming was cursed in his complaints.

If not for that guy's self-conceit, such a thing wouldn't have happened.

Now it's a problem, the Vein Master will definitely seek answers, and as the strongest here at Heyang Ruins Market, he's the first to bear the brunt.

As a Celestial Vein Ninth Layer Martial Artist, and being someone within the Xiaoyang Race qualified to advance to the Divine Treasure position, in fact, he was no less than the dead Muo Ming.

But the trouble was, Muo Ming was a disciple of the Great Witch Priest.

The status of the Great Witch Priest among the clans was even higher than the Vein Master.

Being chosen as a disciple by the Great Witch Priest meant Muo Ming had enormous talent, potentially a candidate for the next Great Witch Priest.

Muo Ming, who was likely to break through Tier Four, was one of Jishan Bo Division's hunting targets.

No choice, the younger generation in Jishan Bo Division had been wiped out by Xiaoyang, causing some gaps in succession.

Such methods used by Xiaoyang could also be used by Jishan.

At this moment, Muo Feilong automatically ignored the previous secret discussion with Muo Ming about sneaking to Dragon Landing Ferry to prevent Jishan Bo Division from noticing.

Back when Muo Ming headed to Dragon Landing Ferry, he thought that real protection required Tier Four, anything below that made no difference.

After all, Muo Ming himself was a Tier Three Peak Wizard, coupled with hundreds of Xiaoyang elite soldiers, it should have been enough against anything below Tier Four.

Muo Feilong only felt the headache; the Xiaoyang Race's Tier Four powerhouses couldn't be spared, as the Vein Master personally went south to confront Jishan Bo, ensuring control over the Ten Thousand Miles Land.

Apart from campaigns, several important places in Xiaoyang Race Territory also needed Tier Four Martial Artists for defense.

This was the same for the Human Race, as places pivotal to the tribe's heritage couldn't do without Tier Four presence.

It appeared that Xiaoyang occupied the Ten Thousand Miles Land and the Human Race collapsed, but once Jishan or Yanran found any vulnerability, the whole battle situation could drastically change.

With the Tier Fours restrained, Muo Ming's movements were extremely secretive, this journey should have had no major concerns.

Yet how did a Kui Ox War Chariot appear out of nowhere?

Making it seem like Muo Ming was doomed.

The more Muo Feilong thought about it, the more it seemed that way; if it weren't meant to be, how could he die so coincidentally?

"Feed them all to the Crocodile Dragons!"

After the screams ended, Muo Feilong spoke coldly and turned to walk into the Stone Hall.

But after taking just a few steps, he halted.

He had to do something, or else he feared this life would be hopeless for Tier Four.

In both the Human Race and Xiaoyang Race, Tier Four were powerhouses suppressing the tribe; maintaining heritage without falling required Tier Four.

In the region of Yongyi, whether a Tier Four Great Witch or a Divine Treasure, to advance it depended either on luck or the support of the entire tribe.

If the Great Witch Priest got angry over this matter, saying that Muo Feilong needed more tempering, years of hard work could be wasted.

Right now, Muo Feilong was at Celestial Vein Ninth Layer, and he was at Celestial Vein Ninth Layer 170 years ago, when he was not yet fifty years old.

Unlike those over a hundred years old, inching their way to Celestial Vein Ninth Layer over time.

He wasn't completely confident about advancing to the Divine Treasure, but those old fools definitely wouldn't.

Following Muo Feilong's order, Xiaoyang Martial Artists all around Heyang Ruins Market began searching frantically for a Bronze War Chariot.

This commotion by Xiaoyang naturally drew the attention of the Human Race.

Across this vast plain, though Jishan Bo Division had retreated, countless Martial Artist spies were left behind.

The annihilation of Xiaoyang soldiers guarding Dragon Landing Ferry and Muo Feilong's dismemberment of over a hundred clan members guarding Heyang were widespread.

To many, these were thought of as insignificant—Xiaoyang killing a few people was normal, having a camp wiped out by the Human Race was normal.

In this fallen Ten Thousand Miles Land, wasn't it just you kill me, I kill you every day.

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Meanwhile, Shen Can had already arrived in the western part of Ji Land.

Ji Land was divided into east and west by the Guimu River.

The east housed Jishan Bo Division, while the west was the newly risen Yanran Division.

With Yanran's rise, many naturally referred to the western part of the Guimu River as Yanran Division's territory.

Deep within a lush ancient mountain, a Bronze War Chariot lay quietly in the cave.

Outside the cave, Tuo Lord lay in the dirt, only its eyes exposed as it scanned the surroundings, trembling occasionally as it sensed the aura inside the cave.

This was a tremor stemming from its bloodline, beyond its conscious control.

Deep in the cave, Shen Can was in secluded cultivation.

Alongside Martial Dao, his Witch Vein also absorbed five kinds of Source Power.

Witchcraft Path initially cultivated by sensing Source Power through Divine Sense, yet there's corresponding operational techniques.

For Shen Can, cultivating both Martial Dao and Witchcraft Path, when his Martial Dao achieved Five Elements Unification, his path in Witchcraft Path also opened.

Fetching one Water Element Source Stone after another from the Witch Pouch of the slain wizard, he crunched them, the dense Source Power surging into his body.

The direct approach was mainly to prevent aura leakage and reduce waste.

One by one, Source Stones were rapidly drained of their Source Power, then spat out as dull, colorless rubble.