Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely Chapter 1207 - 406: Great Xia’s True Strength, Shaking Tigers to Intimidate, Cowed into Submission, and Postwar Reckoning (Part 2)
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Qin Feng and Shangguan Yang's faces flushed crimson right away, their unease climbing to an intense peak. In particular, Shangguan Yang's aged, furrowed face quivered subtly, his inner rage boiling over to the extreme.
His fingers even twitched faintly, as though he yearned to inflict grave harm on the Yuwen Dao gripped in his grasp.
"It was my mistake; I hope Lord Xia Hong can forgive me!"
Qin Feng yielded first.
After uttering those words, he promptly let loose Xia Chuan from his hold, deftly shoving him down to the ground.
Shangguan Yang's blazing fury evaporated in a flash following Qin Feng's statement, a flicker of apprehension emerging in his gaze. He threw Qin Feng a thankful look initially, then freed Yuwen Dao from his clutch, copying Qin Feng by expertly dropping him onto the earth.
Yet, precisely as Xia Chuan and Yuwen Dao broke free from their clutches.
From overhead, Yang Zhun abruptly gazed sinisterly at Chui Mountain. Duan Hong grasped the cue without delay and signaled Mu Longhe through a glance.
Mu Longhe sprang forward!
Swish........
In an instant, Mu Longhe's figure burst forth, suddenly pulling out the silver dual blades from his waist, launching two frosty silver flashes directly toward Xia Chuan and Yuwen Dao, who had scarcely advanced under ten meters.
"Courting death!"
Was it challenging to eliminate two Cold Resistance Level warriors from within ten meters?
He noted Xia Chuan's power at 41 Qis and Yuwen Dao's at 39 Qis. For youths their age, this level held notable distinction across the Nine Towns, warranting the title of exceptional prodigies without exaggeration.
However, potential remained just that—potential—and until they ascended to Xianyang Level, they appeared no more than mere bugs to him.
Thus, from the outset of his motion, Mu Longhe harbored no uncertainty about triumph. Even as Xia Hong's cry of "courting death" rang out, he displayed no inclination to halt, his blade rays surging onward unyieldingly, virtually reaching the napes of Xia Chuan and Yuwen Dao in a heartbeat.
Merely a half-step more...
Swish......
A crimson blur abruptly erupted from the Ministry Building, dragging twin trails of blood across the sky, slamming squarely into the tips of the blade rays.
"What is that!"
The instant the blood glow impacted the blade rays, Mu Longhe shouted in alarm, his amassed killing urge in his eyes freezing abruptly, shifting to alarm and panic. He wildly released his hold and sought to withdraw.
Swish......
Crack crack!
The pace of the blood glow and blade rays was excessively rapid, and despite their formidable might, the focused power unleashed a shrill, keen buzzing upon striking.
Yet, within that shrill buzz, two sharp bursts of bone snapping resounded, jolting every heart present.
"Ah... my hands!"
Mu Longhe's wail pulled all eyes toward him, and upon witnessing his plight, their pupils constricted in unison, visages overcome with dread and astonishment.
Mu Longhe's arms had been outright severed at the shoulder bases.
Although the silver longswords in his hands hadn't dropped yet, the bulging veins on their backs stood out starkly as they tumbled from the air, vividly illustrating the blistering velocity of those two blood trails!
Swish...
No one spared a thought for Xia Chuan and Yuwen Dao's secure touchdown anymore.
For the crimson blur that had sliced off Mu Longhe's arms was circling back.
Most spectators hadn't discerned its form clearly before it returned, its focus remaining on Mu Longhe.
Mu Longhe, bereft of arms, had cold sweat welling on his forehead and instantly pulled back to evade without a second's pause.
But could his quickness rival that crimson blur?
Clang......
In the dire moment, Yang Zhun at last intervened.
He materialized straight ahead of Mu Longhe, executing a rapid sideways thrust with his long spear to repel the crimson blur dozens of meters distant.
"Chirp......"
Once brought to a halt, the crimson blur released a faint, piercing squeak.
A minuscule fox-shaped Cold Beast, body barely surpassing ten centimeters yet boasting a plush tail exceeding thirty centimeters, suddenly entered everyone's sight.
The fox-shaped Cold Beast's frame was profoundly tiny, its fur a blood-jade shade that shimmered with jade-like clarity and allure, drawing immediate attention. Its sharply contrasting black-and-white eyes curiously scanned Yang Zhun and the other eleven, its pair of iridescent claws at the chest still flecked with the gore from Mu Longhe's shoulders.
As the scarlet blur's actual form dawned on them, the pupils of all the over ten thousand Cold Resistance Level denizens in South City shrank fiercely, their faces brimming with disbelief and terror.
"Is that... a Cold Beast? It looks like a Blood Jade Fox?"
"Blood Jade Fox—that's a Blood Jade Fox, body length barely over ten centimeters..."
"I remember a mature Blood Jade Fox exceeds twenty centimeters."
"So this one is..."
"A Beast King Level Blood Jade Fox—Great Xia has tamed a Beast King?"
"This......"
"Gulp... A Beast King Level Blood Jade Fox—Great Xia... Great Xia... possesses a way to control a Beast King Level Blood Jade Fox?"
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The varieties of Cold Beasts within the Moao Mountain Range share certain commonalities with those cataloged by Great Xia, and the Blood Jade Fox counts among them.
Consequently, plenty recognized it instantly.
Concerning Cold Beasts, a widespread notion persists in the Ice Abyss that diminutive size typically signals profoundly alarming power.
As such, the Blood Jade Fox measuring just over ten centimeters in length could be promptly classified as Beast King Level, even though scarce Cold Resistance Levels of lower tiers had beheld one.
Considering the prior spectacle of the Blood Jade Fox cleaving Mu Longhe's arms, it went without saying that no one at the scene would dispute this evaluation.