Chapter 999 - The Death Of An Expert (1/2)
Chapter 999: The Death Of An Expert
Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
The Dark Shaman Clan’s Land.
In the sacred and stately clan’s ancestral hall, aside from the high-level clansmen who worked in the outside world, there were also several top-level clansmen gathered in an assembly. Each of them was a wizardry expert and none were inferior to either Singluen or Singkuo.
As the clan’s patriarch, Singtuo was always composed and indifferent, but everyone present was able to tell that he was rather restless and had a vague killing aura leaking out of his body.
What exactly is going on? What could be the reason the patriarch was so restless? He didn’t even hesitate to summon all the clansmen from the outside, and appeared vigilant like they were about to face possible dangers?
“Patriarch.”
A burly, strong middle-aged man with seething murderous aura came in from the outside. His eyes were filled with chilling light as he came to the front of Singtuo.
Singtuo’s expression shifted, and he asked in a deep voice, “How’s the situation? Any change of their movements?”
“Their convoy just moved a few minutes ago. They’re coming to our clan’s location.” The man began reporting, “We can expect them to arrive at our gate in ten minutes. Also, I’ve issued an order that Singluen and those who follow him in entering the gate must hand over their weapons.”
Nodding wordlessly, Singtuo’s eyes then shifted to the several high-up clansmen in the ancestral hall. He then said in a deep voice, “I know that you all should be confused by the situation as to why I summoned you all of a sudden, as well as why our clan appears to be ready for battle. It’s time to inform you all that our Dark Shaman Clan is currently facing misfortune. One of us has been colluding with foreign enemies. It’s all in an attempt to drive me out, for me to step down from my position as the clan’s patriarch to replace me with the unworthy descendant of mine, none other than my own blood, Singluen!”
“What?!”
“How is this possible, Patriarch?!”
“That’s right! We have seen Young Master Singluen grow up. We are well aware of his nature and personality. There’s no way he would dare to act that rash even if his courage grew a hundred times! Did you… are you not mistaken?
“Are you sure you didn’t misunderstand that child, Patriarch? He has been cultivating diligently all these years and has been absolutely loyal to the clan! His cultivation is much weaker than Singkuo, and he’s not as adept at strategy; why would he covet your Patriarch seat?”
“I’m sure there must be some misunderstanding between you both! Let’s just ask Young Master Singluen about it openly once he comes here. He’s your own blood no matter what. He knows the customs and rules of our clan–that he must have formidable strength if he wants to be our clan’s patriarch.”
“…”
Several top clan members expressed their views with looks of disbelief on their faces.
A sad and sorrowful look flashed in Singtuo’s eyes, and he addressed their questions in a heavy voice, “I know that you found what I just told you hard to believe. The truth is, if my guess is correct, he has already killed Singkuo. I sent Singli and 13 Shaman Guardians to rescue Singluen a while back. But… the 13 Shaman Guardians were driven away, while Singli was forced to take out the Dark God Thunder he illegally possessed as leverage to save his life. The opposite party was afraid of the Dark God Thunder, so they let him go. But Singli himself has committed a capital crime, so he didn’t come back with the 13 Shaman Guardians. He has escaped; we haven’t found any traces of him yet.”
The news was like a giant earthquake to the top-level clansmen, making them shocked to the core, unable to speak for a long time.
Singtuo then added, “Everyone, I’ll give you a few minutes to calm down before you prepare yourself to face the enemy with me! If Singluen really wants to carry out his misdeeds and threaten us by force with the help of foreign enemies, we are to kill him and those people! This is the tribulation for our Dark Shaman Clan. Whether we can get through this safely or not, it will rely on the unity of all of us to face our common enemy!”
Suddenly, a grayish-white haired old man who looked vigorous stood up from his chair. He raised the staff in his hand and shouted, “No foreign enemy is allowed to bully our clan! If Singluen really dares to collude with foreign enemies, then he has turned his back on us and has become our clan’s enemy. Death is the only proper treatment for our enemy. KILL THEM!”
“KILL!!!”
The rest followed suit and shouted.
At the gate of the Dark Shaman Clan’s land.
The convoy had just stopped. More than a dozen experts of the Dark Shaman Clan wore grim faces as they stared at Singluen, Tang Xiu, and the rest get off from the cars. Under the gate, the 13 Shaman Guardians were in battle-ready stances, eyes vigilantly observing Tang Xiu and Singluen’s people.
“HOLD UP!”
Singshou was a man with broad shoulders, a burly physique, and large eyes that depicted an ancient beast. He came forward with a machete in his hand and shouted loudly with aggressive killing aura.