Chapter 50: Dying with Everlasting Regret

"Ah—!"

Qing Yan let out a miserable shriek, feeling as though his chest had been crushed by a massive boulder, the pain nearly causing him to faint.

He glared at Su Mu with furious eyes, wishing he could transform into a wolf on the spot and pounce forward to sink his teeth deep into him, his gaze brimming with venomous hatred.

"What kind of thing do you think you are? You are not even worthy of insulting Father!"

Su Mu said coldly.

Seeing the resentful and venomous look in his eyes, the curve of his lips grew even more cruel, and the pressure of his foot increased a fraction.

"Ah—!"

Qing Yan felt the pain in his chest intensify sharply, becoming utterly agonizing. It felt as though his heart was about to be crushed and burst, wringing another shrill scream from his lips as his face turned pale and his entire body shook violently.

"You—what are you trying to do?"

Pinned beneath his foot, Qing Yan felt waves of intense agony radiating from his chest. He could sense that his ribs had been snapped, and it felt as though his very heart would be squashed to pieces in the next second.

Terror filled his eyes; gone was the earlier madness and arrogance, replaced entirely by fear and regret.

Just moments ago, he had only been indulging in a moment of verbal bravado, hoping to disgust Su Lie and vent the anger burning inside his chest. He had figured that since Su Lie was the chieftain, he would care about his pride and would not lower himself to take action against a subordinate.

Who could have expected that Su Mu would suddenly step forward and take his father's place?

"What am I trying to do? What do you think?"

A cruel, bloodthirsty sneer played at the corners of Su Mu's lips as he pressed down harder with his foot.

"Ah—!"

Qing Yan shrieked continuously, feeling as though his heart was truly about to be crushed. The pain distorted his features, causing his whole body to tremble without stop.

Nearby, the two sisters Mi Ya and Mi Yao were already frightened out of their wits. They cowered flat on the ground, trembling uncontrollably, not even daring to raise their heads for fear that Su Mu might charge over and deal them a punch or kick them as well.

Though they felt a pang of heartache for Qing Yan, they were far more terrified of being implicated.

Not to mention Mi Yao, who had always been emotionally distant from Qing Yan, even Mi Ya did not dare to speak a word now, left to watch helplessly as Qing Yan suffered a torment worse than death while tears streamed down her face.

Yet, remembering the affection Qing Yan had previously showered upon her, she could not bear it entirely. Too afraid to speak out herself, she frantically exchanged frantic glances with her seven beast-husbands.

Her meaning could not have been more obvious.

When Lang Ya saw Mi Ya desperately signaling him, how could he not understand? But understanding was one thing; he certainly didn't dare to stick his neck out at a time like this.

He looked at the sky, he looked at the earth, he looked to the left and to the right—anywhere except at Mi Ya.

The other six beast-husbands were much the same. At this moment, whoever stuck their head out was essentially asking for death.

Even if the chieftain wouldn't say anything on the surface, he would definitely harbor a grudge in his heart and find ways to make trouble for them later.

As for whether Mi Ya would be angry, there was nothing they could do about it; they could only try to appease her later.

Taking in the reactions of her seven beast-husbands, Mi Ya turned pale with rage, cursing them inwardly as useless trash.

Realizing she could no longer count on them, she gave up.

The surrounding females were also badly frightened, stepping back a few paces one after another to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

Some of the more timid females even covered their eyes, not daring to watch.

The shaman and the medicine doctor exchanged glances, seeing helplessness mirrored in each other's eyes. This was not a matter they could easily insert themselves into.

Su Xiyue frowned slightly. Although Su Mu was acting to vent his father's anger, after today, he would likely leave everyone with an impression of cruelty, which would do no favors for his reputation.

Su Mu was Su Lie's only son, and according to tradition, he should be the next chieftain of the Wolf Tribe, but nothing was absolute.

Everything still depended on capability, strength, and the support of the tribe members. If his strength fell short and he lacked the backing of his kin, it would be difficult for him to secure the position of chieftain.

She wanted to open her mouth with a warning, but fearing a misunderstanding from Su Lie, she ultimately kept her silence.

Ye Ling gazed at Su Mu with deep, fathomless eyes, his thoughts unreadable.

Mo Lin, Bai Qi, Qing Zhu, and Xuan Ming each harbored their own complicated thoughts, the nature of which only they knew.

"Ah, Su Mu, I know I was wrong. Please let me go, or just give me a quick death!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Qing Yan began to beg for mercy.

Rather than enduring this endless, soul-tormenting torture, a swift end would be far more merciful.

Su Mu paused his movements, leaning down slightly to look at him with a half-smile. "Let you go? Or give you a quick death? Weren't you acting quite tough just now? What's wrong? Realized you're scared now?"

Seeing the cold sneer on his face, Qing Yan trembled inwardly and blurted out, "I was just speaking carelessly on impulse! I regretted it the moment the words left my mouth, truly!"

"Hah."

Su Mu let out a cold chuckle and applied more pressure with his foot, his voice dropping to a freezing temperature. "In that case, I'll grant your wish."

With those words, he suddenly exerted full force. A dull *thud* echoed through the air.

Qing Yan's heart was thoroughly crushed. A mouthful of blood spewed from his lips, his complexion instantly turning deathly pale as the light in his eyes rapidly faded.

His eyes remained wide open, staring fixedly at Su Mu until his dying breath, unwilling to rest in peace.

Seeing that he had finally stopped breathing, Su Mu withdrew his foot and looked down at the corpse from a lofty height, his eyes chillingly cold.

To dare bewitch his mother, cuckold his father, and shamelessly consume his father's resources—he was truly courting death.

The surrounding beastmen stared at Qing Yan's corpse in absolute silence, not daring to draw a single heavy breath.

The glances they cast toward Su Lie were now tinged with a deep sense of awe.

The chieftain's son seemed even more ruthless than the chieftain himself, even if his strength still fell somewhat short.

However, Su Mu was still young and had plenty of room to grow.

Looking at Qing Yan's corpse, Mi Ya could not suppress the grief welling up inside her, but she dared not cry out loud, covering her mouth as she let out muffled sobs.

Although Mi Yao had no deep emotional attachment to Qing Yan, he was, after all, her father. Even if he had not treated her well in her youth, seeing him die such a violent death right before her eyes was deeply distressing.

She genuinely shed a few tears.

She simply could not understand how her father, whose strength fell so far short of the chieftain's, could have ever dared to commit such an act.

"Throw the body out of the tribe."

Su Mu said indifferently.

He stepped forward, walked up to Su Lie, and stood still.

Immediately, a pair of beastmen stepped out, dragged Qing Yan's corpse away, and vanished into the night in the blink of an eye.

Su Lie gave his son a profound look without speaking.

He had always trusted this son of his, yet he was not entirely satisfied with him.

Part of it was because outstanding young men like Ye Ling, Mo Lin, Bai Qi, Qing Zhu, and Xuan Ming stood out ahead of him.

By comparison, dissatisfaction naturally arose.

However, today's actions aligned completely with his own desires, effectively venting his anger for him. It was a good showing.

He truly was his son.

"Father, Mother she..."

Unaware of what was going on in Su Lie's mind, Su Mu tested the waters cautiously.

Although his mother had committed an unforgivable wrong against his father, he did not wish to see his father execute her.

No matter what, she was still his mother.

Hearing this, Su Lie's expression darkened instantly, the aura surrounding him turning glacial.

The mere mention of Mu Qing brought back memories of what she had done, making him want to rush straight to the dungeon and strangle her to death with his bare hands.

"Don't ever mention that cheap female to me again."

He dropped these cold words, turned around, and walked away.

Watching his father's retreating back, Su Mu realized instantly that his father had no intention of letting his mother off easily, leaving his heart tangled in conflict.

Observing Su Lie's attitude, Su Xiyue knew he harbored a bone-deep hatred for Mu Qing, making it unlikely that she would survive this ordeal.

Yet, perhaps not entirely.

Aside from Qing Yan, Mu Qing had several other lovers in other tribes.

If her prediction was correct, Mu Qing would surely find a way to notify those paramours to come and rescue her.