"I am Meng Wuming, youngest son of the Behemoth King. You nailed me to this city wall—my Behemoth clan will never let this go! My father will never forgive you. When my father comes to rescue me, all of you will die. Every last one of you!"
The Golden Behemoth struggled violently against the wall. Yet no matter how he thrashed, the spear—or rather, what looked more like a pitch-black iron spike—that pinned him down showed no signs of loosening. Nailed through his body and into the Iron-Blood Great Wall, the spike was immovable. The more he struggled, the more blood spilled, and the more pain he endured.
Though just a juvenile, the Golden Behemoth was still a bearer of Behemoth royal blood. Even the weakest among them were born warriors, physically indomitable. Nailed to the wall, dripping blood, he uttered no screams or further curses. After revealing his royal identity, he fell silent, face filled with grim determination.
"Father once said, a Behemoth can die, but never in disgrace. Even in death, we must not shame the royal line. The blood of our Behemoth clan must be repaid a hundred, a thousandfold."
His young heart burned with fury, but he held his ground.
Suddenly—
"Quick! Someone has nailed a Behemoth to the Iron-Blood Wall! Notify General Yang at once!""Signal alert: Level Three Combat Readiness!!"
A brilliant flare shot into the sky. Immediately, soldiers from all corners of the wall rushed to their posts, weapons drawn, bows nocked. More and more soldiers arrived.
And then they saw him—the Golden Behemoth cub, still nailed to the city wall. His enormous body and aura made it clear: he was no ordinary foreigner.
No one dared to act rashly. After all, weapons capable of piercing the Iron-Blood Wall weren't ordinary—they could not even scratch it. That massive black spike had clearly come from something extraordinary. And a Behemoth nailed to the wall… this was no trivial matter.
Suddenly—
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Yang Yanping arrived with a group of elite soldiers. "What's going on? Why did you issue a Level Three Alert?"
"General, someone pinned a Behemoth to the outer wall. He's not dead. And based on what he said, he's a member of the royal line—a Golden Behemoth."
"What? Behemoth? A Golden Behemoth?! This is bad… This is very bad!"
Yang Yanping froze, then trembled.
During his rare moments of leisure, he would visit the Scripture Pavilion to read all kinds of ancient texts—especially records of ancient peoples and civilizations. These books didn't improve cultivation, but greatly broadened one's perspective.
From these records, he had learned about the Beastmen—a coalition of multiple races, among which were royal bloodlines like the Golden Lionkin and the Golden Behemoths.
Especially the Golden Behemoths, feared as the ultimate weapons of war—frenzied, nearly unstoppable in battle, and known to never forget a grudge. They were born to destroy.
To have a Golden Behemoth cub appear here, nailed to the Iron-Blood Wall, was beyond a provocation—it was a direct insult to the entire Beastman race.
This was not just a scandal; it was an act of war.
"Damn it! Who's behind this?! This is a deliberate setup to frame our Xuanyuan City and ignite a war between humans and Beastmen!"
And once the news got out, war would be inevitable.
Yang Yanping knew full well: the one who nailed the Behemoth here would certainly ensure that the Beastmen were informed. There was no way to suppress this news.
"What now, General?"
"Send scouts to Xuanyuan City immediately. Inform the City Lord and Elder Huang. Request their urgent presence!"
He took a deep breath. "Get that spike out. We must get the Golden Behemoth down. If he dies here, war will be unavoidable!"
Soldiers rushed to remove the spike. But no matter what method they used—divine abilities, brute force, battle blades—the spike wouldn't budge. It was completely impervious.
A spike that could not be removed.
Meanwhile, the news had reached Xuanyuan City. It wasn't shared publicly. Instead, it was swiftly delivered to the City Lord's Mansion and into the hands of key ministers.
One by one, they mobilized:
Cai Yan and Mu Guiying left the City Lord's Mansion.
Cai Yong walked out of the Immortal Academy.
Yang Ye, along with several generals including Zhang Fei, headed out from the military camp.
Jia Xu, Huang Chengyan, and others also departed, all moving stealthily to avoid attention.
In a secluded corner of Liu Qu's courtyard, Green Emperor, entangled with Xiaohua, suddenly looked up toward the wall, eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Something fun is about to happen…"
Reluctantly leaving his companion, he darted away toward the wall.
When everyone arrived and laid eyes on the Golden Behemoth nailed to the wall, their expressions turned grim.
"This is a setup," said Wu Yong, his face pale. "A trap designed to provoke war between us and the Beastmen. It's not just an insult to the Behemoths—it's a challenge to their entire race. And this… this kind of insult can only be washed away with blood."
"This is a blatant political trap," said Jia Xu. "Even if they know it wasn't us—even if we can prove it—the Behemoths will still retaliate. Because the cub was nailed to our wall. War is now… inevitable."
It would not be an isolated skirmish. It would be the full might of the Beastman coalition, and no one could underestimate the power they could unleash.
"City Lord is in seclusion," said Huang Chengyan, "but this matter is too dire. It concerns the very survival of Xuanyuan City. We must wake him. Only he can lead us through what's coming."
"Before retreating into seclusion, my husband made it clear that this would be a life-and-death closed cultivation. He asked not to be disturbed under any circumstances," Cai Yan replied gravely.
"Madam, forgive my boldness," said Jia Xu, bowing. "But war is upon us. This is the moment where we need him most."
After a moment of hesitation, Cai Yan nodded. "Very well. I will inform him myself. But what of the Behemoth?"
Her eyes turned to the cub—silent, bleeding, nailed to the wall.
"He cannot die," Jia Xu said coldly. "Whoever orchestrated this war, their scheme has succeeded. But if we're to survive it, we need cards in our hand. This Golden Behemoth is one such card. He's a vital hostage, a key bargaining chip. Not only must he live—he must be kept alive until the war begins."