Ye Liuyun calmly said, "Ahead is the area teeming with feral beasts. If the strong are at the head of the team, it will attract more powerful feral beasts and they will surely attack the rear of the line."

Lei Ming also rebutted Mr. Jian, "Once the fight starts, we won’t stand by doing nothing. Why does it matter where we’re walking? How do you know the guy up front isn’t strong? If you think they’re not, why don’t you lead?"

"You..." Mr. Jian was left speechless by Lei Ming’s retort.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Song also tried to pacify him, "Mr. Ye’s very experienced, so he definitely has his thoughts on how to arrange the formation. Mr. Jian, you don’t need to worry bout them so much!"

Simultaneously, he communicated to Mr. Jian spiritually, saying, "Calm down, as long as they don’t slack off. Let’s just leave them alone."

"Alright then!" Mr. Jian agreed and ceased his protest.

After that, the team resumed their journey, with Ye Liuyun’s clone providing advance warning about the approaching feral beasts, using his powerful Divine Sense and Golden Phantom Eyes.

Initially, the feral beasts they encountered were less formidable. Fyeng Wanru, on the other side, switched into a mad slaughter frenzy, not needing anyone’s help as she dealt with all of them solo.

With her at the early stage of the Fourth Realm, she could actually instantly kill even the feral beasts at the late stage of the Fourth Realm with a single strike of the sword.

Her fierce sword will, once unleashed, would fill opponents with terror, suppressing their realm.

White Tiger and the others followed her, cleaning up the battlefield and collecting the bodies of the feral beasts.

Once the number of feral beasts began to increase, White Tiger and the other Demons would join in, helping her handle some, to avoid letting any feral beasts slip through.

"This girl’s impressively strong!" Even the disciples of the Northsky Sect praised Fyeng Wanru’s strength effusively.

However, Mr. Jian merely snorted disdainfully, "All she knows is mindless slaughter. Her technique is too easy!"

As a fellow swordsman, he felt that Fyeng Wanru’s sword will was no different from his, leaving him to only nitpick other aspects.

"Exactly! These mercenaries’ swordsmanship surely can’t compare to you, Mr. Jian!" A disciple immediately started licking his boots.

Mr. Song stayed silent without commenting. In his view, if Fyeng Wanru wasn’t at a lower realm, Mr. Jian would definitely not be able to defeat her.

Such on-the-spot adaptability and response weren’t honed in a day or two of killing and fighting.

"The Fifth Realm feral beast’s making its move. It’s our turn," Mr. Jian drew out his long sword.

They all watched as the Fifth Realm feral beast rushed towards Fyeng Wanru.

But before they could even take action, they noticed a streak of blood splattered out as the feral beast’s throat was abruptly sliced open.

Next, it was split in half by a single sword strike from Fyeng Wanru.

"Hmm? Still got more?"

Upon scanning with his Divine Sense, Mr. Song finally noticed that Vespera behind them had disappeared.

"Roar!"

Just then, a tiger’s roar echoed from the depths of the mountain.

White Tiger immediately communicated spiritually to Ye Liuyun, "The king of the beasts is a tiger. He’s rallying the feral beasts to attack us!"

"You and your clone go subdue the king. Leave the rest to us!"

Once Ye Liuyun commanded, he quickly rushed to the front of the team, leaving Lei Ming and Dragon Lady to cover the rear of the line.

His clone wrapped White Tiger in Devil Qi and quickly dashed toward the distance.

"Huh? Why did they leave?" Mr. Jian immediately asked. Yet this time, with Ye Liuyun at the front leading the fight, no one bothered to answer his question.

Mr. Song looked toward the direction they had charged off, guessing that they were likely heading for the king of the beast.

Out of the blue, feral beasts ran out from around their team, surrounding them.

Lei Ming and Dragon Lady guarded the rear of their group, while Mr. Song and Mr. Jian defended the sides. The other disciples, too, were assisting Mr. Jian in the fight. For a moment, their team withstood the attacks of the feral beasts.

Ye Liuyun, on the other hand, would directly initiate Divine Soul Attacks whenever he encountered Fifth Realm feral beasts, hardly revealing his strength in action.

"We can’t hold on any longer! Where did those two go?" Mr. Jian asked Lei Ming and Dragon Lady nearby while he was fighting.

"Mind your own business!"

Lei Ming retorted, even intentionally dodging several feral beasts, allowing them to slip by her and charge at Mr. Jian. This instantly overwhelmed him so much that he could no longer multitask and comment.

Lei Ming and Dragon Lady weren’t having an easy time either. As Ye Liuyun did not allow them to transform or release their power of bloodline and feral beast aura, it greatly limited their strength.

"Roar!" Another tiger’s roar came from the distance.

The feral beasts surrounding them were stunned as well, momentarily halting their attack. However, they kept the humans encircled.

Lei Ming and the others could tell that this roar was from White Tiger, signaling a challenge to the feral beasts’ tiger king.

Ye Liuyun and his team ceased their attack, adopting a defensive stance as they waited for the results.

After the clone led White Tiger away, it put on the Concealcape to avoid all the feral beasts along the way, heading straight for the king of beasts.

Once in front of the king, only then did the clone release White Tiger.

The king of the beasts was Liger, a hybrid offspring of a lion and a tiger, with black and yellow stripes across its body. Although it was in the early stage of the Sixth Realm, seeing the White Tiger and hearing its roar made it tremble slightly with fear.

White Tiger’s bloodline suppressed its realm by two levels. Its actual combat power was, in truth, almost equal to that of White Tiger. Plus, due to the White Tiger’s bloodline, even though its realm was lower, it was about the same size as Liger.

White Tiger’s challenge had spread throughout the entire beast group. Besides, White Tiger’s realm was much lower than Liger’s, and if the latter refused the challenge, it would be as good as handing over the Beast King’s position to White Tiger.

Liger also let out a loud roar, bolstering its own courage, and at the same time, accepting White Tiger’s challenge.

Many feral beasts in the early stage of the Fifth Realm were beside it, who immediately yielded room for them to battle, waiting quietly to see who would be their new king.

Soon, the two of them were battling in the same spot, tearing and biting, completely relying on their beastly instincts.

Liger was evidently wary of White Tiger, taking caution in its actions. However, White Tiger became more courageous as the fight went on, seizing the initiative.

After a while, White Tiger was covered in blood, looking a bit exhausted.

Liger, on the other side, had more injuries, but its genuine energy was much more abundant than White Tiger’s. It was just that its realm was being suppressed by White Tiger’s bloodline, its genuine energy would not reduce.

Liger estimated that White Tiger’s genuine energy should be almost exhausted, so it immediately began to counterattack.

White Tiger was then forced to retreat continuously, accidentally smacked by Liger and crashed against a big tree. White Tiger growled lowly as it crawled on the ground, looking like it was injured.

But the clone didn’t panic, instead, it wore a smile.

Liger also seized this opportunity and went to bite White Tiger’s neck.

But suddenly, White Tiger straightened, hitting its shoulder at the large mouth of Liger, blocking its pouncing momentum.

Liger had no time to react but bit down regardless. This bite would leave White Tiger seriously injured, unable to raise its claws anymore.

With a cracking sound, White Tiger’s shoulder blade was nearly crushed by it.

White Tiger didn’t have time to roar, it immediately lowered its head and flipped over, biting Liger’s neck from underneath it.

Liger quickly let go and shook its head, finally realising that White Tiger had deliberately let it bite its shoulder.

But now it was too late for regrets. Liger’s neck was bitten by White Tiger, and it couldn’t even make a sound.