Chapter Forty-Eight: The Maneuvers of the Veteran Traitor

The vision I saw through the veil of resentment must have been the final moments of those tomb raiders before their deaths.

They likely never even caught a glimpse of what the "murderer" looked like, being utterly annihilated in body and soul by the other party’s hands, which is why such a profound grudge remained.

It seems that the sorcerer hiding within White Dragon Cliff can still emerge to kill when necessary.

Since I can’t enter White Dragon Cliff, why not draw him out?

While I was still pondering how to lure that sorcerer out, the two old men at my home had already begun their mischief behind White Dragon Cliff.

Old Ye, staring at the steel rod over a meter long in his hand, looked as if his facial features were about to converge into a single point.

The Elder Thief couldn’t help but curse, “Look at your face twitching like that, like a crotch. It’s just driving a rod in, how could that kill you?”

Old Ye said, “Brother, I just can’t shake the feeling this plan of yours is unreliable.”

“How is it unreliable?” The Elder Thief patted the stone wall ahead. “My feng shui technique, you gotta trust it. This here—this is the dragon’s tail of White Dragon. We’re opening a crack here to let the earth’s energy leak out. That old thing inside White Dragon Cliff will surely be forced to come out.”

“When that happens, once it falls into the formation you’ve set, we’ll strike together—won’t be any trouble at all.”

Old Ye glanced at the formation not far away, scratching his head. “But what if it doesn’t come out the back? What if it rushes straight for the front gate?”

“Listen to that noise up front! Those two kids must have come up. If that thing really bolts through the front, wouldn’t it run straight into the kids? That can’t happen!”

The Elder Thief waved his hand grandly. “Even if White Dragon spits that thing out, so what? Those two kids aren’t without skill. They can hold out for a couple of hours no problem!”

“If we don’t get that thing out, we’d need countless people just to fill White Dragon Cliff!”

“Fine! I’m with you!” Old Ye finally made up his mind, driving the steel rod into a crevice in the mountain wall, then swinging the hammer to pound it in inch by inch.

With each hammer strike, White Dragon Cliff trembled, and the dragon’s aura opposing the Black Tiger Fiend suddenly became chaotic.

Within that terrifying dragon aura, there seemed to rise an unprecedented shameful fury, as if someone had done something unspeakable to White Dragon.

I could even feel that at this moment, White Dragon wanted to turn and kill, but was held back here by the Black Tiger Fiend. Torn between two forces, it was already raging madly, pressing the earth’s energy down toward the Black Tiger Fiend.

I noticed the spiritual energy fluctuations around White Dragon Cliff were abnormal, and knew for sure those two old men had made their move. Moreover, I was certain the Elder Thief must have performed some kind of unusual manipulation; otherwise, White Dragon Cliff wouldn’t suddenly be in turmoil.

My mind raced as I drew out the Thorn Immortal blade, holding the hilt downward and the tip upward as I thrust it into the dragon’s throat. I stepped back a few meters, heel braced at the edge of White Dragon’s mouth, raising my hidden dart to aim at the opening.

There was no room for me to turn inside that narrow dragon throat, and the sorcerer certainly couldn’t either.

With the earth energy in uproar, he’d have to run out, and if he rushed, he would collide with my dagger—an instant gutting.

If he stopped to pull out my dagger, I still had the hidden dart ready for him.

I was poised and ready, but the Elder Thief was still not making a move.

Could I have misjudged?

We had ventured deep into the desolate mountains, a place without even a signal tower; the phone was useless. Though I carried a communication talisman, the violent spiritual energy nearby rendered it ineffective.

Unable to contact the two old men, I wasn’t sure whether I should stay put.

Meanwhile, Old Ye had hammered all the rods into the mountain rock but saw no effect. “Brother, this trick of yours isn’t working!”

The Elder Thief replied nonchalantly, “How is it not working?”

“Well, you blocked the back door; they can’t vent their energy, right?”

“You just need to pull the rods out!”

Old Ye was stunned at this. The rods were nearly one and a half meters long and as thick as a shovel handle. Driving them into mountain crevices was one thing; pulling them out was another.

Moreover, Old Ye had only left just enough length for his hands to grip, so pulling them out would require tremendous strength.

Old Ye stared wide-eyed at the rods.

The Elder Thief said, “Get moving! When else do you plan to use your ‘Thousand Tigers Strength’? If you don’t hurry, those two kids really won’t hold out.”

“Alright, I’ll do it!” Old Ye gritted his teeth, grabbed the rod with both hands, tightened his body backward, and slowly planted his feet on the rock. He bent at the waist, suspended in midair like a giant prawn, holding his breath and bracing himself.

The Elder Thief had told me before: the Mountain Tiger technique is the pinnacle of tiger-form kung fu, imitating the tiger so perfectly in form and spirit.

The Mountain Tiger’s greatest strength lies in explosive power. When desperate, it can unleash several times, even over ten times its usual force in an instant.

Though Ye Huan looked fair and gentle, if he stripped off his clothes, his muscles resembled tiger bones and dragon sinews, each inch filled with fierce explosiveness.

Old Ye was even more formidable, a master who had trained his “Thousand Tigers Strength” to the tenth level.

With a roar, Old Ye suddenly exerted force with both arms. His sleeves shattered from the tremor of his qi, cotton fluff flew like snowflakes in a storm, and the iron rod embedded in the rock gradually began to be pulled out.

The rod was wrenched free as the mountain rock visibly cracked layer by layer, spiderweb fractures spreading across the stone.

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