Legendary Clan Chief
Chapter 135 - 135 134 Blood Bath in Defense !_1

135: Chapter 134: Blood Bath in Defense !_1 135: Chapter 134: Blood Bath in Defense !_1 Watching Xiao Chen’s injuries heal in the blink of an eye, Xiang Mo’s face darkened even more.

According to Xiao Chen’s strategy of trading blow for blow, he knew his own body wouldn’t hold out for long.

Moreover, Xiao Chen seemed to be well-equipped with healing medicines, suggesting he planned to prolong the fight.

In hundreds of years, he hadn’t encountered such a stifling battle.

As the Grand Elder of the Treasure Elephant Tribe, he rarely didn’t behead his enemy swiftly.

But now he was being pushed back by an obscure tribal chieftain.

Had he stayed too long in the Treasure Elephant Tribe and failed to keep up with the changing times?

If defeated by a more skilled man, Xiang Mo wouldn’t feel so resentful.

His strength clearly surpassed Xiao Chen’s, but this freakish opponent, despite being a whole level beneath him, was able to fight him to a standstill.

He resented most that Xiao Chen was taking advantage of healing medicine of unknown origin to fight him fiercely, depleting his energy.

By contrast, Xiang Mo, the prestigious Grand Elder of the Treasure Elephant Tribe in Giant Stone Valley, had shamefully run out of effective healing medicines, outclassed by this bumpkin from a remote area.

It was as if incredible tales had become reality.

To Xiang Mo, today’s battle had totally subverted his hundreds of years’ experience.

When did a primitive from a remote area have the power to contend with the mighty Elephant Tribe?

This primitive, though a chieftain of a low-class tribe, mustered more resources than Xiang Mo could, embarrassing him further.

He didn’t seem to know how to cherish the innumerable healing medicines he had.

“Humph!” Xiang Mo swallowed the last piece of Blood Ginseng, the only remaining precious medicinal herb he had.

Not that he had a nominal fortune.

As the elder of the Treasure Elephant Tribe, he possessed treasures galore, including thousand-year-old spirit medicine.

But, he didn’t have them on him.

Carrying such precious items around would be careless; even a moment’s inattention could result in losing them.

Upon learning from Kui Blood, the junior chieftain of the Kui Shui Tribe, that a middle-level Elemental Stone Vein had been found in the Black Cloud Mountain Area, Xiang Mo had become obsessed.

Without notifying even his own tribal chieftain, he had rushed here, fearful that someone else might claim it first.

He had looked down upon this barren area and its warriors, so he hadn’t prepared any medicine for the journey.

But even so, he believed local tribes would rush to offer him medicinal herbs at his request.

Unfortunately, he had run into Xiao Chen, right where he least expected it.

Now, he regretted his arrogance.

This made Xiang Mo despise Xiao Chen even more.

As the Grand Elder of the Treasure Elephant Tribe, Xiang Mo was treated with the utmost respect even when visiting the middle-class Iron Hoof Tribe.

But, unflinchingly, Xiao Chen showed no respect to his tribe.

And to make matters worse, Xiao Chen remained untamed.

The close-becoming Elemental Stone Vein was too irresistible to abandon.

Although Xiang Mo was already a late-stage Blood Refining Realm warrior, he was no longer vital due to his age of over a hundred and sixty years.

If there wasn’t an extraordinary chance, his current realm would be his final.

The hidden vein here gave him the hope of a breakthrough.

Thus, he had hurried here alone, unbeknownst to even the chieftain of the Treasure Elephant Tribe, intending to monopolize the mine vein.

As for the Kui Shui Tribe, Xiang Mo thought of it as nothing more than a vassal seceded from his own tribe.

Had it not been eradicated by Xiao Chen, Xiang Mo might have exterminated it himself to keep the Elemental Stone Vein a secret.

Small vassal tribes like this were not a rare sight, as, there were over a hundred of them within the Treasure Elephant Tribe.

The presence or absence of one more or one fewer didn’t matter.

Honouring one’s self-interest was the reason that Xiang Mo had survived in the Great Wasteland for centuries.

He had adopted ruthless and merciless means to fulfil his objectives.

It was because of this approach that he had risen from a common tribal man to the authoritative Grand Elder.

Xiao Chen’s intentions were well-understood by Xiang Mo.

The former might fall short in strength but was determined to wear Xiang Mo out with his abundant healing medicines.

This ploy was completely blatant.

“Ha-ha, old blockhead, perhaps you’d like some healing herbs from me?

How miserably poor a grand elder of the Treasure Elephant Tribe appears!

Is your tribe declining so much that you can’t even supply enough healing medicine for your elders?” scornfully remarked Xiao Chen, stirring up a round of hearty laughter from the soldiers of the Gu Yuan Tribe who overheard his insult.

Xiang Mo, while not taking Xiao Chen’s words lightly, delayed making a decision.

He simply hadn’t reached his breaking point.

Xiao Chen didn’t believe that the old freak wasn’t scared of dying.

Xiang Mo’s rage was sparked by Xiao Chen’s insult.

“How dare you insult me and my tribe!

You will pay the price with your death!

Not only you, but also all the elderly, feeble, and children in your tribe.

The dignity of my three-thousand-year-old Treasure Elephant Tribe isn’t tolerable to affront!”

“You squid, I don’t care how many healing medicines you have!

Medicines are basically poison.

I just want to see how long you can suppress your wounds with them!

Your judgement day is coming!”

Xiang Mo’s comment was thunderous.

He lifted his war saber that shimmered a blade-like gleam yards long and chopped down at Xiao Chen in the air.

The air was torn apart in an instant, the terrifying combat Qi surged towards Xiao Chen, freezing the void within dozens of feet around him.