Ultragene Warlord

fighters.
The domain of [Eclipse] flared all around her.
She cut and slashed the Yeluo fighters who reached out for her, dancing in the midst of the encirclement, guarding against them all by herself.
Only then did the Yeluo fighters realize that their so-called prey was more like a predator in her own right.

Could they have been mistaken? Were all humans as strong as she and Zhang Lie?

No, the Yeluo fighters were simply too arrogant and thought too highly of themselves.
Even though Zhang Lie had trained her for an entire month, she was still nowhere near the upper echelons of strength among the humans.

The only conclusion was that the Yeluo fighters themselves were too weak.
If they couldn't even kill a pinnacle-grade lifeform working together, they would have no chance against Hong Xi.

It was the elder's time to gulp.
If this battle were to drag out, it would be his tribesmen who would perish—the man in front of him could very well possess the power to wipe out the entirety of the Yeluo clan.

Even so, by this point, the elder had no choice but to continue his charade.
He snorted.
“Even if they haven't managed to detain her just yet, I'm sure she'll run out of stamina eventually!”

Zhang Lie's voice whispered in his ear before he even realized that Zhang Lie had moved.
“Believe me—they won't be able to last that long.
[Ninesoul Dragonblade—First Form: Parting the River]!”

The elder's scenery split in twain.
He tried to block the onslaught with his one remaining arm, which disintegrated immediately upon attempting to block the blow.
The aftermath of the attack left the elder curled up in pain, blocking the sword energy with nothing more than his naked body.

Fortunately, after consuming the special potion of his clan, his defensive ability had increased greatly.
Although he was bloodied all over, and a layer of skin had been scraped off his body, he wasn't dead.

“I should have bought my tribesmen enough time…” 

He glanced up weakly, and then his eyes bulged once again.
Half the Yeluo tribesmen were lying on the ground, and the other half too terrified to step forward.
Hong Xi stood in the middle of the encirclement, glaring arrogantly at the fighters.

The elder spat out a mouthful of blood, so incensed that he almost succumbed to his wounds out of anger.
He had sacrificed his own life to give them some valuable time, but they had squandered it all! “Trash, you useless trash! Can't you even take care of a lone woman?!”

When he and the clan head had roamed the second realm, they had surely killed at least a few hundred humans—but now, two humans alone were enough to overcome a whole tribe's worth of fighters.
If not for the fact that the clan head was in secluded cultivation, this would hardly have happened.
When had the Yeluo clan been so threatened in their very own valley?!

“Well? If you don't want your clan to be slaughtered to the last, hand over the recipe.”

The elder roared, “Kill us if you dare! We won't hand over the recipe!”

Perhaps he might have considered it if Zhang Lie hadn't killed his grandson, but Ya Xiongtu's death had voided that option.

However, the Yeluo fighters themselves seemed to be disobeying their elder.

“Elder, surely we can discuss this?”

“Yes, Elder, please reconsider!   How can a recipe be more valuable  than an entire generation of fighters? After all, we're still in our prime—don't you want us to be able to keep the clan alive?”