Chapter 116 Yasha Wolf Fang Sword

Old Wang picked up the female orc's suona and walked to the center of the stage, performing ghost steps with his entire body moving in sync with the frenzied music. The crowd cheered for him, making Old Wang the center of attention at that moment.

With unrestrained steps, his arms and legs danced wildly as if his soul had left his body. Life's ups and downs were truly exhilarating. Where the hell did I end up?

The orc's appearance blurred, as if he had returned to the past, back when he was with Yue Ran and the others.

A particularly distinctive female orc trumpeter approached Tai Kun. "Tai Kun, who is this guy... humans can't play like this."

"Su Mei'er, this is the person your grandfather chose."

Su Mei'er stared in disbelief. At the center of the stage, Old Wang performed ghost steps, mesmerizing a group of inexperienced orcs, who all danced and howled along.

Picking up the orc's long-necked horn, perhaps only this instrument could vent his emotions. Tai Kun couldn't stop him in time; it was going to be a disaster. Other orcs felt the same way. The orc long-necked horn looked easy but was extremely difficult to control, especially for a human...

Just then, an incredibly explosive high note rang out. An expert's touch was unmistakable. Orcs loved music, and the long-necked horn was the king of instruments, not just anyone could play it well.

Yet this human, with just the first note, had already captivated everyone.

Old Wang played with abandon, the music soaring freely, expressing helplessness, struggle, anger, and death. Living meant laughing through tears, just like his life.

The orcs roared along with the music, their instinct taking over. Hei Wu Kai suddenly felt tears streaming down his face. He didn't understand music, but he understood people. In this music, he heard a despair beyond death.

For a warrior, losing the ability to fight was more painful than death itself.

The other orcs, who had planned to compete with Old Wang, stopped playing their instruments, looking at him with awe and reverence.

No one could play the long-necked horn like this. Su Mei'er, who had been slightly dissatisfied earlier, was now speechless. This... was simply impossible. There was no such piece in the orc's thousand-year history.

Everyone's spirit, even Hei Wu Kai's, was moved and subdued by the music.

This was one of the Three Great Soul Songs of the Nine Heavens—Funeral for the Apocalypse. Of course, only a part was played, without infused soul power; otherwise, it would have truly been a funeral.

Old Wang finished playing, feeling relieved, as if all his frustrations since arriving in this world had been released. It was exhilarating!

"All brothers here today, the expenses are on me, Old Wang!"

The crowd erupted into waves of cheers. Even Hei Wu Kai was delighted. This was what a real man looked like. If he had faced Wang Feng's situation, he wouldn't have been so carefree. He would have beaten Mo Tong first for calling Old Wang stingy.

There are still men among humans.

"Wang Feng, how do you play the long-necked horn? What is this piece?" Azan Bancha asked in amazement.

Wang Feng downed a large cup of sour beer, the strange taste rushing to his head. It was more than just refreshing. He waved his hand casually. "It's similar to something called a suona from my hometown."

"Does it... does it have a name?" Su Mei'er hesitated before asking. Only then did Old Wang notice a female orc, but her demeanor didn't quite fit the orc stereotype.

"Just playing around. Do you like it? I can teach you."

"Su Mei'er, what are you waiting for? Toast to Brother Wang! 'Just playing around' is definitely a god-level skill!" Tai Kun immediately chimed in.

Wang Feng gave Tai Kun a sidelong glance. Bloody hell, ignorance is truly terrifying. Was he someone who did things casually?

"Brother Wang, I toast to you!" Su Mei'er raised her head, and Old Wang finally saw her true face. Damn... casual it is.

They drank, drinking everything. Wine doesn't intoxicate, people intoxicate themselves!

With Su Mei'er around, the other orc girls discreetly retreated to Hei Wu Kai, but their hearts remained with Wang Feng.

Even Kai, the little prince of revelry, had never been overshadowed like this, but he was impressed.

"Wang Feng! Wang Feng! Wang Feng!" Many orcs chanted his name amidst the lights and music, creating a lively atmosphere.

Without a doubt, Old Wang had thoroughly made a name for himself in the orc territory.

The drinking session continued until late into the night, with everyone thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Tai Kun and Azan Bancha were carried away, and Hei Wu Kai and Old Wang were also quite drunk, supporting each other as they stumbled out of the bar.

It was already early morning, windy, and even the bustling Changmao Street had become quiet.

Hei Wu Kai was tipsy, his face flushed and reeking of alcohol. He slung his arm around Old Wang's shoulder. "Brother, your drinking capacity is impressive. In Datura Empire, I'm unbeatable..."

Wang Feng was dizzy but still in good shape. His body must have been trained.

"Next time, bring Mo Tong along. He's also my good brother. Ah, my dear junior brother. I'll make sure he learns runes from Yin Fu!" Wang Feng mumbled.

"That little brat... hah!" Hei Wu Kai laughed. "He always badmouths you in front of me. You're a bigger man than he is. Tomorrow, after I sober up, I'll personally break his leg for you and teach him a lesson!"

"Ah, ah, forget it," Old Wang still felt a bit reluctant. Mo Tong had been his bodyguard and helped him train Fantasia. Hurting him seemed too harsh. "He's just a kid... go easy on him."

"Brother, don't worry. From now on..." Hei Wu Kai paused mid-sentence, his previously drunken eyes suddenly alerting as if triggered by something. He grabbed Wang Feng's arm and pulled him aside, simultaneously drawing his sword.

Swish, swish, swish!

In an instant, the darkness was illuminated by cold light, sword beams flashing. A shadowy figure touched and retreated, separating them by several meters, standing in opposition.

The street was empty, the night wind chilling, causing their clothes to flutter.

Hei Wu Kai's eyes became calm as water, gazing at the gleaming eyes in the darkness. Just then,

Swish...

His wide sleeve tore open under the night wind, revealing a fresh cut, blood dripping down his right hand holding the sword.

Drip, drip...

It was the injury sustained while pushing Wang Feng!

Half of Old Wang's drunkenness vanished. He blamed himself for getting too carried away and forgetting about the assassin. With his and Hei Wu Kai's vigilance, they should have noticed someone lurking. Wait, this aura...

Hei Wukai licked the corner of his mouth, his eyes already filled with a thick fighting spirit. The alcohol and danger combined to envelop him in soul power, radiating a fierce intent that covered the entire block, with every movement within dozens of meters under his control.

This was different from sparring with Wang Feng. It wasn't about interest but life and death, more stimulating and bloody!

Swish...

The pupil of the shadow opposite him suddenly contracted, clearly not expecting to encounter such a skilled opponent. In an instant, it vanished from its spot.

Nighttime stealth!

Hei Wukai closed his eyes, his pointed ears twitching slightly in the night breeze. His right hand rested on the wolf-tooth sword, remaining motionless.

Tap tap tap tap tap...

Those swift footsteps were so light they were almost inaudible, trailing a series of illusory shadows in the darkness, like a wandering ghost.

Behind him!

The ghostly shadow suddenly appeared behind him, a cold flash of light slicing towards Hei Wukai's neck!

Clang!

The short sword hovered beside Hei Wukai's neck. In the darkness, those shining eyes widened in disbelief as they looked down at his chest.

It was a gash, blood gushing out. He hadn't even seen how Hei Wukai had turned around to strike!

This wasn't an ordinary slash; it contained powerful soul energy, not only piercing his body but also instantly robbing him of his mobility!

Clang...

The wolf-tooth sword was withdrawn, the blood sliding off like raindrops without sticking.

The shadow collapsed, falling to his knees. Hei Wukai's long sword tapped against his head, "So weak and you dare be an assassin?"

The assassin paused, coughing up a mouthful of blood, but then let out a low, menacing laugh. In the darkness, his pupils contracted violently, revealing a hint of ferocity.

"Old Hei, wait!" Old Wang rushed over quickly, "Don't kill him, I have something to ask him. Let's talk... Ah!"

Boom!

A loud explosion echoed as the shadow burst into countless pieces of flesh and blood, each fragment carrying immense force, shooting out like bullets in all directions!

Hei Wukai swept his sword, blocking all the flesh chunks with sword qi. Old Wang hastily crouched down but still got hit by several fragments. Damn, it really hurt.

Old Wang was momentarily stunned, looking at the ground covered in blood and flesh, speechless with lingering fear.

Was this shame leading to self-destruction?

From the aura, he was certain this person had been secretly watching them for some time. He must be an assassin from the Nine Gods, no doubt. But he didn't expect... these people to be so ruthless. Dying so decisively, shouldn't suicide bombers usually have poison hidden in their teeth? Was there any need to be so reckless?

Even if you can't beat them, you'd die scared...

The room was filled with the stench of blood. On the table lay a pile of shredded flesh and blood, some pieces still wrapped in torn cloth, a gruesome sight.

Karida frowned, examining the scene closely. A shadow quietly appeared behind her.

"Your Highness, the analysis is complete," Lan Tian said respectfully.

"The cloth fragments are made of mulberry silk, likely from Kun City. Unfortunately, they're too small to trace the source. However, among the scattered flesh, we found pieces with tattoos. Combined with Hei Wukai's description, we can confirm it's someone from the Wild Group of the Nine Gods."