Chapter 117: Fierce Battle Part 2

“Well done! Shadow Brother managed to lure them over so quickly.” Pang Qingyu couldn’t help but applaud, truly impressed. Shadow Brother was extraordinary; if he hadn’t drawn them here, those two spiders might have scared everyone into running away.

Pang Xiaoyu smiled and said, “Don’t celebrate too soon. We don’t even know if they can land a single blow on those spiders.”

One strike—what kind of power did that imply?

Pang Qingyu’s previously joyful expression suddenly dimmed. “Brother, this is far too dangerous. Maybe we should convince Shadow Brother to give up?”

Life was precious; without it, all efforts would be in vain.

Pang Xiaoyu gently touched his sister’s forehead. “You’re being silly. If Situ were someone to back down, he wouldn’t be Situ.”

At that moment, old ancestor Luo and the prince’s forces began to quarrel.

“You go first!” the prince asserted, brandishing his authority to suppress old ancestor Luo.

Luo was well aware of how formidable the two spiders were, and he didn’t want to offend the prince now.

What had begun as a negotiation quickly devolved into an argument.

Everyone wanted to maintain their strength and ultimately gain the advantage.

“Here’s a thought, Your Highness,” old ancestor Luo proposed, “let’s wait and observe. From what I see, these two spiders don’t seem to hold any treasure. Could the rumors be exaggerated? Are we just making a fool of ourselves?”

The two spiders were a devoted pair; as long as unprovoked, they enjoyed their blissful world. Disturb them, and it would be a death wish!

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The two creatures, emboldened by their strength, acted with impunity.

The prince noticed this as well.

He was skeptical of old ancestor Luo’s words.

After all, the information from Qi Zifan was reliable.

If someone was staging a show, it was far too convincing.

Just then, eleven men appeared.

They looked ordinary, each possessing only level five strength.

“Boss, the magical beasts are there. They say there’s treasure on them. Let’s move quickly and deal with them!” one urged.

The prince and old ancestor Luo’s men secretly rejoiced—having others go first to test the waters was certainly welcome.

Their leader spoke, “These two beasts are too powerful. We can’t even discern their level. If we force an attack, it’s just suicide!”

“Boss, you’re too cowardly. If you’re scared, we’ll go ourselves!”

“Exactly! Let’s go, kill the spiders, and the treasure will be ours!”

“Charge!”

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“Charge!”

The dozen or so men burst forward in chaos, ignoring their leader’s commands.

In the blink of an eye, ten of them lunged forward.

“Hey, are you all looking for death?” the leader called out anxiously. Seeing his comrades recklessly attacking, he had no choice but to follow.

The eleven men moved with synchronized sword techniques—each strike fierce and ruthless—targeting the female spider.

Old ancestor Luo and the prince watched intently.

“Which sect are they from?” the prince asked.

Although only level five in strength, their swordsmanship was immensely powerful.

“I don’t know, and their style doesn’t match any known sect,” Qi Zifan replied.

“Wow, incredible! They actually severed one of the female spider’s claws!” someone exclaimed.

Perhaps because they only had level five strength, the female spider hadn’t taken them seriously. She intended to continue courting the male spider and evade their attacks, but their swordsmanship was overwhelming. She was caught off guard and lost one of her claws!