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With the fall of Yan Qi, the situation was already clear to everyone on the scene.1

Of the two hundred or so cultivators from the An Tian Sect, half attacked from the front, maintaining a two-on-one advantage in numbers while the other half made a detour to both sides from the very beginning, flanking and surrounding the wolf-men.

Relying on the toughness of their armor, the cultivators of the Tranquil Sky Sect fought two against one, and exchanging wounds for injuries was more convenient. Once they unleashed their ferocious attacks, the wolf tribe members would only be able to defend themselves.

In the face of the Western Lion Cultivator's suicidal attack, the Wolf Treader's pride determined that they would not retreat at the start and instead take the initiative to engage in battle. This resulted in the Wolf Treader being halved in less than half a moment.

The remaining wolfwalker realized that the situation wasn't looking good and cried out in alarm one after another with his black silver poison voice. In the midst of his despicable voice, he cursed the cultivators of the An Tian Sect, forcing them to retreat.

However, by this time, the encirclement from the Tranquil Sky Sect had already been completed. It was already too late for the wolves to retreat. Under the fierce attacks of the cultivators from the Tranquil Sky Sect, it was truly impossible for them to escape.

Especially after Wang Qi and the other ninth level Xumi Stage cultivator had killed the ninth level Xumi Stage wolfman, it was extremely difficult for the wolfman, who had lost his top combat strength, to forcefully break out of the encirclement.

Cheng Qing stood once again on the stone wall with his hands clasped behind his back, admiring the one-sided slaughter of the wolfwalkers by the cultivators of the An Heavenly Sect.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and his smile revealed the joy of an eyebrow. His eyes were very relaxed, as if he was a famous expert admiring his own proud work.

He could indeed be proud.

In the hundreds of years of war between Xiliang and Hui Uighur, whether it was the army or cultivators, victory or defeat was great, and this kind of one-sided slaughter was extremely rare.

Every time a cultivator or army from the Western Paradise performed such a feat, the entire Western Paradise would be shaken. They would receive the praises of countless people, and would be greatly praised by the imperial government.

If the number of battles reached more than a thousand, the main challenger could even leave his name in the history of ancient times.

Seeing that the situation had been set, Cheng Qing heaved a sigh of relief. He knew that more than half of the wolfwalker had died. Not to mention reversing the situation, their chances of breaking out of the encirclement was slim.

This was his battlefield, this was his battle with his own brothers. This was a battle he had fought for himself, and this was a battle he had won with the pride of being a Western Lion. He had not let down his status as a Western Lion cultivator.

Cheng Qing's gaze swept across the battlefield and landed on Yelu Mingguang, the smile on his face growing wider.

Compared to Cheng Qing's relaxed attitude, Yelu Mingguang was as still as a wooden chicken.

At first, he was angry, but he was unwilling. He wanted to tear Cheng Qing into pieces, but as the battle progressed and his trusted aides died one after another, Yelu's heart felt like it was being stabbed by knives.

He looked at Cheng Qing with a trace of unconcealable panic in his eyes.

Yes, it was the panic. He had never feared an opponent of his own age. But at this moment, he couldn't suppress his emotions.

He was a genius of the Yale family. Regardless of whether it was in terms of cultivation or military strategy, he was not someone an ordinary person could compare to. However, this was precisely the reason why he understood, more than anyone else, the kind of talent one needed to bring along a group of cultivators whose overall strength was not even on par with a wolfwalker to achieve such a result.

That definitely wasn't something that could be accomplished simply by relying on armor and Black Silver Poison. It required perfect planning and execution, perfect flawless.

The more he thought about it, the more shocked he became. He suddenly realized that all of his actions had been calculated by Cheng Qing. He was being led by his opponent!

From every aspect, he was completely suppressed by Cheng Qing!

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