Legend of Sword King

However, Wang Qi had no choice. He was also born with a cold background, so he didn't try to curry favor with any big shot. Without the backing of a powerful figure and his own strength not that strong, he could only cautiously live on and try his best to curry favor with Zhong Yiming.    

    

"Eat, you only know how to eat! Since you're so full, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to walk? If the wolves attack in the night, let's see if you can keep your lives! A bunch of trash! "    

    

Zhong Yiming's scolding suddenly rang out again. He couldn't eat ordinary venison, but blamed others for eating too much. Under his curses, the cultivators who hadn't eaten their fill could only put down their venison and quickly wipe their mouths.    

    

"Be on high alert at night. If something goes wrong, see how I'll deal with you guys!" After throwing down those words, Zhong Yiming lifted the curtain and entered the yurt. As a commander, of course, he had a tent to himself and would not stand vigil.    

    

Wang Qi looked at the bonfire and thought to himself, "If we really attract a wolfman, it would be this bonfire that will bring us disaster!"    

    

"Extinguish the bonfire!" Wang Qi stood up and said.    

    

However, before the cultivators could take action, Zhong Yiming's angry roar came from inside the tent, "If anyone dares to extinguish the bonfire, I'll chop off his hands!"    

    

The mouths of the cultivators who stood up twitched as their expressions became extremely unsightly. Wang Qi was so embarrassed that his complexion turned pale.    

    

Zhong Yiming insisted on not extinguishing the bonfire. It was unknown if it was because he was angry that the others were more comfortable than him, so he didn't want to let them enjoy themselves. Or did he really want to attract the wolfman and give him a chance to show his prowess?    

    

Just as Wang Qi was considering this question, Zhong Yiming's voice rang out again, "Wang Qi, get the hell in!"    

    

Under the sympathetic gaze of the cultivators, Wang Qi walked into the tent with his head lowered. Zhong Yiming was currently infuriated, so it was clear that he wouldn't have any pleasant experiences entering the mansion.    

    

Sure enough, the moment Wang Qi entered the tent, he saw Zhong Yiming sitting on the bed with a dark expression and a sinister look in his eyes.    

    

However, Zhong Yiming didn't call Wang Qi in to make things difficult for him. Instead, he spoke coldly about the future arrangements. "Take two people with you and head back along the road. Follow the team from the An Tian Sect and see where they go!"    

    

"Yes." Wang Qi felt strange and could not help but ask, "Are we really going to deal with Cheng Qing?"    

    

"Nonsense!" Cheng Qing and Yang Ruoxi won't die, so will today's revenge be let go just like that? " Zhong Yiming's eyes were overflowing with killing intent.    

    

Wang Qi hesitated. "But there are quite a few of them …"    

    

"So what? Could it be that you are afraid and want to defy our orders?! " Zhong Yiming was immediately displeased and the anger on his face grew even stronger.    

    

Wang Qi hurriedly said, "This subordinate dares not, this subordinate follows orders!"    

    

"Even you wouldn't dare!" Zhong Yiming snorted coldly and shifted to a more comfortable position before continuing, "No matter where they go, there will always be a time to fight with the wolfwalker. We'll follow them, and when the two sides start fighting, we only need to sneak an attack from the back and we'll be able to deal with the An Tian Sect from the back! When that time came, how could the An Tian Sect not be defeated and destroyed by the power of the wolfwalker? Cheng Qing and Yang Ruoxi can still survive? "    

    

Wang Qi was shocked.    

    

He originally thought that Zhong Yiming only wanted to deal with Cheng Qing and Yang Ruoxi, but he never thought that they would be so brutal. Zhong Yiming wanted all 300 to 400 people of the An Heavenly Sect to die!    

    

That was the power of a cultivator from Western Paradise, and not a small one at that! One could only imagine, if this power was used on the frontline, how many werewolves would be killed?