Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Zhong Xiang was somewhat stunned.

"But we didn't kill the Wu Clan priest, we shouldn't be enemies of the Wu Clan, right?"

Chen Xingzhu shook her head.

"The priest told me that the Wu Clan has a very mysterious origin and is hidden among the common people."

"People within the clan are absolutely forbidden to reveal their identities to outsiders or disclose the clan's secrets; otherwise, they must kill to silence anyone no matter what."

"I spent a lot of time with the priest and know many secrets of the Wu Clan. They will definitely not spare me while seeking revenge."

Zhong Xiang's expression was serious but he still comforted Chen Xingzhu.

"Don't worry, Little Zhu, I will definitely protect you. I don't think this Wu Clan priest is anything special."

Chen Xingzhu shook her head and sighed, "You don't know how terrifying the Wu Clan is."

"According to the priest, his power is the weakest among the Wu Clan."

"Yet, the priest's martial arts mastery is definitely not inferior to yours or mine."

Speaking of this, her expression became more solemn.

"The most terrifying thing is that the Wu Clan is known as the Celestial Favored Clan, and it's said that the people of the Wu Clan can worship heaven according to ancient rules to avoid divine punishment."

"So their martial arts realms are not limited at all."

Zhong Xiang was moved: "They really aren't afraid of divine punishment?"

Chen Xingzhu nodded and sighed.

"The deceased priest had a treasure passed down in the clan, said to be a divine altar."

"The divine altar contains a god statue, and as long as one prays to the altar daily with their own blood."

"Not only will they avoid divine punishment but also gain other unexpected benefits."

Zhong Xiang was stunned, shook his head after a long pause.

"It's hard to imagine, could there really be gods in this world?"

Chen Xingzhu bowed her head and took a deep breath.

"Even if there are gods, they are people who have cultivated. With our strength, in the eyes of ordinary people, we could be considered gods."

"Therefore, I'd rather believe that there are people stronger than us controlling this world and setting various rules."

Zhong Xiang nodded: "So, praying to these great masters can avoid divine punishment, which is very likely."

Chen Xingzhu nodded: "Unfortunately, I didn't get that altar."

"The person who killed the priest stole this Wu Clan treasure."

Zhong Xiang was a bit anxious, nervously looking at Chen Xingzhu.

"So, your divine punishment could come at any time?"

Chen Xingzhu shook her head: "Not necessarily."

"Although the priest is dead, the celestial aura he left on me can resist for a while."

"Once Yang Fei is killed, I will lower my martial arts realm to avoid divine punishment."

Zhong Xiang sighed deeply and hugged Chen Xingzhu from behind.

"It's all we can do, alas."

In the dense forest, Yang Fei, who had successfully slipped away, was studying the chessboard-shaped artifact snatched from the snake-eyed monster.

This object was obviously ancient, somewhat like bronze ware, yet not.

Because it had been rubbed for years, the surface had a glaze-like substance, making it look like an ordinary antique.

However, Yang Fei knew that this thing was definitely extraordinary.

Because it emitted an endless aura of killing intent, fierce and brutal, with a bloody scent that made his soul tremble.

The chessboard was dark red, with a thick glaze in the center, dark red like blood stains accumulated over years.

The whole antique seemed to have been soaked in blood for a long time, forming this blood-colored glaze.

Yang Fei noticed that in the square chessboard, there was a small protrusion, upon closer inspection, it was a god statue.

The god statue's features were obscured by the blood-colored glaze, making it hard to see clearly.

"In the center of the god statue, there was a vertical eye, fangs at the corners of its mouth, faces on all sides — some ferocious, some angry, some smirking, some deep."

The entire chessboard was no bigger than a palm, and the god statue was no bigger than a thumb, small and exquisite in design.

Yet the overwhelming pressure was incredibly frightening.

"Damn, such an evil god was actually worshipped with blood sacrifices, too terrifying."

Yang Fei knew a bit about religions worldwide, but had never heard of anyone worshiping such an evil god.

After studying for a long time, he was still unable to grasp the essence of it, so Yang Fei had no choice but to put away the altar-like chessboard.

Because Yang Fei had killed the snake-eyed monster, the entire sentry defense was alarmed, with numerous patrol teams conducting extensive spy searches.

Yang Fei blended into a patrol team and quietly returned to the barracks.

This large-scale search lasted until dawn to conclude.

After this chaos, patrol defenses increased, and vigilance became more stringent.

However, all this had nothing to do with Yang Fei anymore, as he was sound asleep in the barracks.

At nightfall, the troops began to eat.

A dozen man-high wooden barrels were filled with porridge, with black bread on the side.

The soldiers lined up, receiving food in turn according to order.

Seeing these dozen large wooden barrels, Yang Fei chuckled.

In behind-enemy-lines operations by special forces, poisoning, arson, and causing chaos were Yang Fei's special skills.

Yang Fei thought to himself: "Since I'm here, I won't let you be at ease."

"Damn it, if I don't cause some chaos, I wouldn't be called the Evil Dragon Soldier King!"

That night, Yang Fei sent maps of the island's terrain and sentry distribution back to Dragon Island headquarters.

At the same time, he listed a long inventory of supplies, asking Mad Blade to send him a complete set of special forces equipment.

This entire set of special equipment included poison for large-scale dispersion, special incendiary materials the size of a matchbox but intensely flammable, explosive packets, timed bombs, soldier's shovels, and other tools.

Yang Fei hid a mountain of military supplies near a reef on the coast.

Then, he took a small bottle of liquid poison and disappeared into the night.

The next day, after breakfast, hundreds of soldiers suddenly had diarrhea and vomiting, experiencing collective food poisoning.

Medics were overwhelmed, and fear spread among the demon army.

Chen Xingzhu was both shocked and angry.

However, although her martial arts skills were extremely high, she lacked battlefield command experience, leaving her at a loss in such a sudden situation.

Fortunately, Zhong Xiang was a talented commander, conducting himself with confidence.

On one hand, he urgently dispatched people to search for the despicable spy; on the other hand, he ordered medics to test the poisoned soldiers' excrement to diagnose the cause of poisoning.

Then, Zhong Xiang sent people to procure medicine for active treatment.

The military camp was in chaos, yet Yang Fei was honestly sleeping in the tent.

Seeing that Zhong Xiang did not immediately isolate the patients, Yang Fei coldly sneered in his heart.

"If this poison were easy to resolve, I wouldn't have bothered so much. I'll put you in your place, you bastard!"

On the third day, the bodies of the poisoned soldiers developed a contagious virus, rapidly spreading to nearby soldiers.

Within just a night, the number of sick soldiers expanded from over a hundred to three or four hundred.

The entire demon army experienced a massive epidemic outbreak.

Among the soldiers, those who were sick or poisoned accounted for fifty to sixty percent, leaving the military camp in low spirits.

The contagious virus ran rampant here, yet before it subsided, on the third night, the kitchen and warehouse erupted in towering flames.

Although the rescue was timely, the fire still turned over a dozen tons of millet and flour into ashes.