Chapter Seventy-Four: Only Then Is It Fair!

At this moment, the monster was barely clinging to life after Yang Ye’s relentless beating, and the old man could clearly sense its weakness. Retracting his gaze from the creature, the elder swept his eyes over Yang Ye and Long Xiaoqing.

Yang Ye made no attempt to conceal his aura, allowing the old man to discern his cultivation level.

Early Stellar Stage...

A trace of disdain flickered in the elder’s eyes.

As for Long Xiaoqing, her beauty took him by surprise.

He couldn’t perceive her cultivation, but surmised she must have some item that shielded her star power—young people these days always liked to show off. But at her age, early Stellar Stage was likely the peak.

Having made his assessment, the old man saw neither Yang Ye nor Long Xiaoqing as any real threat.

While the elder sized up himself and Long Xiaoqing, Yang Ye folded his arms and stared back at him.

The old man’s long hair and beard were both snowy white; his face appeared to be in his fifties, with a hooked nose and blue eyes.

After glancing at Yang Ye and Long Xiaoqing, he turned his attention to the monster and strode toward it.

Seeing the old man disregard both himself and Long Xiaoqing, Yang Ye couldn’t help but laugh. “Old fellow, aren’t you curious how this monster ended up in such a state?”

The elder sneered, “Young man, you want me to believe that this super-star monster was brought so low by the two of you?”

He spoke fluent Chinese.

“Yes!” Yang Ye gave a thumbs-up. “Congratulations, you’re right! This monster was beaten into this by yours truly. Of course, my beautiful wife contributed as well.”

He turned to the monster. “Hey, why don’t you respond?”

“Roar~”

The beast opened its mouth and let out an angry growl toward Yang Ye.

Yang Ye spread his hands and smiled at the elder, “See, even it agrees.”

“Get lost.”

The old man regarded Yang Ye’s playful demeanor with icy contempt.

As his voice echoed, several dozen people descended from the fissure above.

All were cultivators at the Stellar Stage.

The sounds of fighting outside had faded considerably—the giant ants seemed nearly exterminated.

Among the fifteen arrivals, Yang Ye recognized Benny and Liu Xuan.

The newcomers were immediately drawn to the monster sprawled on the ground—a bizarre beast unlike any they’d seen.

Then, as if by tacit agreement, they glanced at Yang Ye and Long Xiaoqing.

Upon seeing Yang Ye, Benny frowned, while Liu Xuan wore an expression of astonishment.

“Mr. Klaus, what’s the story with this monster?” sensing its weakness, one of the group addressed the elder.

Yang Ye finally learned the old man’s name—Klaus.

Klaus didn’t answer. Smiling faintly, he continued toward the beast.

The creature, already beaten into submission by Yang Ye, would require only a single blow from Klaus to finish it.

In truth, Yang Ye had held back at the end, not intending to kill the monster outright.

He remembered that the “child” cared deeply for it.

Perhaps Klaus was renowned in America, for among the fifteen, three were at the late Stellar Stage, yet none spoke up to stop him.

“Stop!” Seeing Klaus approach the monster, Yang Ye said coldly.

Klaus halted and stared coolly at Yang Ye.

Yang Ye sneered, “I went to great lengths to subdue this beast, and you think you can just swoop in and claim the prize? Not a chance! If you want the super-star beast core inside it, you’ll have to defeat it yourself!”

With that, Yang Ye stepped in front of the monster and grabbed its nose.

“Roar~”

The creature, suffering, opened its mouth wide.

Taking advantage of this, Yang Ye tossed a handful of red beast cores into its maw.

“Gulp~”

The monster swallowed the cores.

Clearly intelligent, the beast looked at Yang Ye with confusion and uncertainty as he released its nose.

Yang Ye dusted off his hands and stood, smiling. “Now it’s fair!”

He stepped aside, gesturing to Klaus, “Mr. Klaus, please—use your late Stellar Stage power to take down this super-star monster.”

Even as Yang Ye spoke, the beast suddenly rose to its feet, eyes wide and murderous, scanning Klaus and the others.

Its aura grew stronger by the second.

Yang Ye was astonished—was the creature truly digesting the beast cores so quickly?

At this moment, Long Xiaoqing joined Yang Ye, both retreating to the side as if preparing to watch the show.

While Yang Ye marveled at the monster’s rapid recovery, everyone else—except Liu Xuan—was furious that Yang Ye had fed the beast cores to the creature.

It was a blatant act of defiance.

Especially Klaus, who glared at Yang Ye, his rage barely contained—if looks could kill, Yang Ye would be ashes.

Liu Xuan’s eyes darted, and he quickly pulled the three cultivators from the Xia family to the corner of the cave, mimicking Yang Ye’s retreat.

“Men—”

“Roar~”

Klaus began to command his family’s cultivators to attack Yang Ye and Long Xiaoqing, but the monster’s roar cut him off.

With a furious leap, the beast lunged at Klaus.

Klaus barely managed to dodge aside.

“Boom~”

The monster’s forepaws slammed into the rocky ground, smashing a pit into the stone and causing the entire cave to tremble.

Klaus had scarcely stabilized himself when the creature’s yellow fur suddenly bristled and, with a whoosh, shot countless fine hairs toward Klaus and the gathered cultivators.

The hairs sprayed out like water, covering a wide area and penetrating every gap—impossible to evade.

The cultivators could only use their star power to shield themselves.

“Pfft, pfft, pfft...”

The beast’s hairs easily pierced their protective star force and embedded themselves in their bodies.

Those struck were soon covered in tiny red holes, their skin rapidly turning black, and then they collapsed, writhing on the ground.

“Ah...ah...ah...”

They screamed in agony, clawing at their blackened skin, tearing off chunks of dark flesh.

It turned out the monster’s fur was laced with deadly poison.

Among those fallen was Klaus.

“So weak, yet acts like a fool...” Yang Ye remarked disdainfully, watching Klaus writhe on the ground. He drew a pistol he’d stolen from Xia Li’s car out of his storage ring.

“Bang, bang, bang...”

Yang Ye pulled the trigger, shooting each of the nine fallen men dead, one by one.