Legendary Clan Chief
Chapter 410 - 397: Submission! (One more)_1

Chapter 410: Chapter 397: Submission! (One more)_1

The deep, resounding voice echoed through the heaven and earth, its immense aura showing no sign of receding as it burst forth into the ears of countless members of the Mountain Hawk Tribe.

"The Blood-Sha Elder leading the Gu Yuan Tribe’s conquest has come to visit the Mountain Hawk Battle Division!"

"The Blood-Sha Elder leading the Gu Yuan Tribe’s conquest has come to visit the Mountain Hawk Battle Division!"

The continual words resounded through the universe, causing all the Mountain Hawk Tribe members to listen and observe, looking in the direction the words came from. They wanted to see who exactly this person was who possessed such power, who could so audaciously provoke their Mountain Hawk Tribe.

"Scoundrels!"

In the Withered Wood Great Hall at the city’s heart, a resounding voice filled with boundless anger echoed. Inside the great hall, many of the people’s countenances grew extremely unsightly.

On the three-feet tall stone tablet that had sunk into the ground, streaks of blood were still visible. Sparkling beads of blood dripped continuously, staining the earth red. The refreshing scent that the ancient trees emitted was abruptly mixed with a hint of the smell of blood.

"They’ve gone too far!"

The Mountain Hawk Tribe’s Grand Elder, Greenwood, his face turning red, exclaimed, "Chief! This Gu Yuan Tribe is pushing us too far! They injured our elder the day before yesterday, and today they are so audacious. They come openly to kill us, stain the earth with blood, slaughter our people — do they think our Mountain Hawk Tribe is made of weaklings that can be easily manipulated?"

"This is indeed too outrageous. As a strong Ten-Thousand Men Leader on the brink of the Blood Refining Realm, he disregards the lives of weaker members of the tribe. Such brutal acts of murder are no different from the groups of monsters in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range, and the lawless fugitives of the Great Wasteland who have no regard for loyalty and integrity among the human race," he was incensed.

The chiefs of the Phoenix Mountain Tribe and Green Sea Tribe also looked displeased. The saying—when the lips are gone, the teeth will feel the chill—was something they both believed in. The three major tribes had to look out for each other in times of adversity, like the time when the monsters of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range had caused devastation, only to have survived to this day.

Now with the internal strife among the monster tribes leaving them decimated, and a dominant Human War Tribe taking over their fertile Wild Mountain Range, their three tribes remain the weaker ones. Only by pooling their resources and efforts can they survive this crisis. At the very least, the interests of their three Human War Division align under the oppression of the Gu Yuan Tribe.

Taking a deep breath, Qingmu, the Chief of the Mountain Hawk Tribe, who had a cold glint flickering in his eyes, retracted his frosty glare. Although Elder Blood-Sha had not arrived before him, the imposing blood qi and endless evil qi had already erupted into the ancient city like a tidal wave.

As a Martial Artist at the Limit of the Blood Refining Realm himself, he understood his situation very well. His prime years were behind him, and as he reached the end of his martial path, his life energy was rapidly depleting. His own blood, once thick as mercury, was now slowly dissipating. He even began to doubt whether he would be able to unleash the full strength of a martial artist at the Limit of the Blood Refining Realm.

Immediately following, Chief Qingmu bellowed, "Elder Blood, welcome to our humble abode. I apologize for people of the Gu Yuan Tribe waiting so long. Please, spare us!"

Shortly after, Qingmu and the other two tribal chiefs, accompanied by a group of elders, stepped out of the Withered Wood Great Hall and arrived outside the Giant Wood Ancient City. They stood shoulder to shoulder, faces somber, eyes fixated on the limitless expanse of the Great Wasteland on the horizon.

A bronze battle chariot crushed the earth as it roared towards its destination. Ancient trees and giant stones under its wheels were shattered into dust. Patchy blood stains were observable on the large bronze wheels and the body of the chariot. Some blood stains shone like blood-red pearls, presumably freshly on it, while others had already dried up, becoming dark brown marks sticking to different parts of the chariot.

The bronze battle chariot exuded an intense air of bloodthirst. From such a distance, some of the weaker warriors of the Mountain Hawk Tribe were already overwhelmed by this endless bloody aura. Two snowy white wolves, shining with a blurry white light and radiating a fiery aura, were drawing the chariot. The air in the front of the city gate crackled under the gradually rising temperature caused by their presence.

The chariot stopped about 50 feet from the city gate. The two snow wolves snorted; their brows adorned with two faint golden stars that were slowly turning, releasing an imposing bloody aura.

The expressions of the members of the three tribes standing before the city gate once again turned ugly. The scorching aura emitting from the two snow wolves made most of them uneasy. Even the chiefs of the Phoenix Mountain and Green Sea tribes had stern looks in their eyes. The momentum released by these two snow wolves was not weaker; in fact, it even seemed to exceed theirs slightly.

The beasts that could rival a human warrior at the peak of the Blood Refining Realm, having opened ten Heavenly Meridians, these snow wolves were mere riding animals. Such ostentation was indeed extraordinary. A beast with such strength, in any of their three tribes, would be well nurtured and regarded as the top combat power of the tribe.

The chariot stopped, and two young warriors came out. One of them was dressed in a blood-colored robe, as if he had just returned from a river of blood. His imposing figure was clad in a blood robe, with a flow of bloody light circulating on it. His eyes carried an endless chill, occasionally flashing with murderous intent.

The strong aura and the bloody murderous intent that he emitted seemed to have already penetrated into his bones, and mingled thoroughly with his body. The temperature, which had been raised previously due to the snow wolves, suddenly dropped, and the grass on the ground was covered with a layer of frost.

Unbeatable!

When this bloodthirsty figure truly stood before their eyes, all the warriors from the three tribes had this phrase popping up in their minds. A warrior capable of beheading the Monster King of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range with one stroke of his sword, one could only imagine how formidable he was.

A Blood Refining Realm Limit Strong One could open a top lower-level human war division and easily demolish a top human war division. According to the customary rules of the Great Wasteland, the top combat power of a lower-level human war division is a Blood Refining Realm Limit Strong One.

When a human war division has a Blood Refining Realm Limit Strong One and the tribe manages to gather ten thousand war masters, making the ten thousand men leader truly justifiable, then this human war division has reached the peak of the lower-level human war division. Next step would be the appearance of Massive Tower Realm Wu Experts in the tribe and the collection of various divine objects from the Great Wasteland by the tribe, to forge fortune weapons and advance to the middle-level human war division.

Chief Greenwood stepped forward first and said to Xue Sha, "Elder Blood graces us with your presence, our Mountain Hawk Tribe is truly honored!"

At this moment, Chief Greenwood, who had stepped out of the crowd, had already made up his mind. Since resistance was futile, they could only submit. Over the past hundreds and thousands of years, his Mountain Hawk Tribe had been struggling under the oppression of the monsters. This time, being inevitably unable to resist, they saw no problem in surrendering to the Gu Yuan Tribe.

Under the powerful oppression of the monsters for thousands of years, they had unknowingly lost the vitality unique to humans, and all that was left was submission.

Behind Greenwood, on the tall city walls, many warriors were standing. At this moment, their expressions were serious. From the current situation, they had sensed an unusual taste.