Yota sneered inwardly, thinking: So, you think you didn’t get enough Mystic Spiritfruit.
“Eleanor Heaven Ninja, the Mystic Spiritfruit cannot be equally divided. Everything else can be shared,” Yota stated firmly.
“You are not trustworthy!” Eleanor was furious. “Yota, do you want to start a war with my Mason family?”
Yota sneered, “Eleanor, if you want a war, I will accompany you. When your Mason family disappears from Orientia, don’t blame me.”
Eleanor’s face turned extremely grim. She knew very well that the current Mason family was no match for the Koken family. If they completely fell out, the Mason family indeed faced the danger of annihilation.
Now in Atraria, Yota didn’t want to push Eleanor too far. After a brief thought, he said, “Eleanor Heaven Ninja, how about this: when we return to Orientia, we will gather all the spoils, including the Mystic Spiritfruit. The Koken family will take sixty percent, and the Mason family will take forty percent. How does that sound?”
Getting forty percent of the Mystic Spiritfruit somewhat calmed Eleanor. She looked at Yota coldly and said, “Master Yota, I hope you keep your word. Otherwise, I don’t mind a fight to the death between the Mason family and the Koken family.”
Yota smiled lightly, “Eleanor Heaven Ninja, rest assured, I will not go back on my word.”
At the same time, Yota sneered inwardly: Sooner or later, my Koken family will completely devour the Mason family!
After reaching a temporary agreement with their own agendas in mind, the Orientia ninjas resumed plundering the Spirit Medicine here.
Soon, all the Spirit Medicine planted around the Spirit Crocodile Pond was swept clean by the Orientia ninjas.
After a fruitful harvest, Yota looked at Byron and instructed, “Lord Byron, go and find out how far the Seven Stars Sword Sect and the Werewolves have fought.”
“Yes, Master Yota,” Byron responded respectfully.
At this moment, the battle on Martial Arts Square was extremely fierce. The bluestone ground was full of pits and had been completely stained with blood.
The corpses of Werewolves and elite disciples lay broken on the ground.
The once spiritually rich and beautiful environment of the Seven Stars Sword Sect had now turned into a hellish battlefield.
In the back mountain of the Seven Stars Sword Sect, members of the True Martial Sect were resting while sending disciples to gather information.
After receiving the latest report, Elder Dylan stroked his beard and nodded, “After tonight, there should no longer be a ‘Seven Stars Sword Sect’ in the martial arts world.”
“Master Amari, Master, the disciples we sent out just reported that the Orientia ninjas have harvested all the spirit fruits planted by the Seven Stars Sword Sect,” Gage said to Amari and Dylan.
This news made Amari’s lips curl into a sinister smile. He said playfully, “The Orientians want to reap the benefits and play the game of ‘the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.’ Little do they know that the hunter hunting the oriole is already prepared.”
Dylan couldn’t help but laugh proudly, “Master Amari, tonight, if nothing goes wrong, our True Martial Sect will be the biggest winner!”
On the outskirts of Martial Arts Square, Violet crushed a Jade Talisman, creating a mist.
Using this mist, Violet and Jennifer killed several Werewolf viscounts.
Soon, only one earl and one viscount were left among the Werewolves shrouded in mist.
The two earls stood back to back, wary of everything around them.
“Farrak, damn this mist. Where are those two women hiding?”
“Earl Andar, I don’t know either. The mist greatly obstructs my vision.”
Viscount Farrak and Earl Andar had tried to rush out of the mist but found themselves in a maze. No matter which direction they charged in, they couldn’t escape.
“Damn this mist! How is it created?” Hearing their Werewolf companions’ screams and feeling the omnipresent danger, Earl Andar roared in anger.
As Earl Andar roared, two wind blades silently shot towards Farrak and Andar from both sides.
With a soft thud, the wind blades cut into Andar’s and Farrak’s chests.
After the wind blades disappeared, blood spurted from their chests.
Thanks to their thick skin and strong defensive abilities, the Werewolves weren’t fatally wounded. Otherwise, the wind blades would have pierced their hearts directly.
With their strong self-healing abilities, their chest wounds soon stopped bleeding and began to heal at a visible rate.
After being ambushed, Andar and Farrak went berserk. Their red wolf eyes widened as they tried to find their attackers in the mist.
Unfortunately, no matter how wide they opened their eyes, they couldn’t see anything in the mist.
Finally, sensing danger, Andar pointed his wolf claw in one direction and shouted angrily, “This way! Kill!”
Andar charged ahead with his wolf claws swinging like steel knives.
Farrak followed closely behind Andar.
However, after attacking for a while, their wolf claws only hit air. There was nothing but mist around them.
Just as Andar was about to go mad with frustration, Farrak pointed ahead and said, “Earl Andar! I see that Atraria woman over there!”
Farrak finished speaking and charged towards a purple figure he had just seen with all his might.
“Farrak!” Andar shouted, trying to stop Farrak.
However, when Andar turned around, Farrak was nowhere to be seen.
Andar’s heart skipped a beat. He knew that Farrak was likely gone for good.
Farrak reached where he had seen the purple figure and launched a frenzied attack but hit nothing.
“Come out if you dare!” Farrak roared in madness.
At that moment, the ground beneath Farrak suddenly exploded. A thick vine burst out like a python and quickly wrapped around Farrak’s body.
Farrak roared angrily. His muscles bulged as he used brute force to break free from the vine.
As Farrak broke free from the vine, a bolt of lightning struck him from above.
Caught off guard by the lightning strike, Farrak saw stars.
In that moment of disorientation, a crescent-shaped wind blade flashed through the mist and slit Farrak’s throat.
Blood spurted from Farrak’s neck artery. He tried to cover his throat with his wolf claws but to no avail.
As life faded from Farrak’s eyes, his massive wolf body collapsed to the ground with a thud.
After Farrak was killed, two figures slowly emerged from the mist not far ahead-one in white clothes and one in a purple dress. They were Jennifer and Violet.