Finished Speaking?
Two weeks later.
A group of about ten people appeared outside the territory of the Fire Crow Tribe. The leader rode a ferocious saber-toothed tiger that was taller than a person, and was wearing heavy bronze armor. His aura had reached the Sixth Stage Peak.
He was the envoy of the Mountain Ape Tribe, named Yuan Lie.
Yuan Lie looked at the wooden and stone building in front of him, which, although several times larger, still appeared simple, and his eyes revealed undisguised disdain.
"This is the Fire Crow Kingdom? Ha, a bunch of savages living in mud huts."
He was taken to the newly built Council Hall in the center of the tribe.
When he saw that sitting on the simple throne was indeed a handsome child dressed in animal skins, the last trace of wariness on his face vanished, replaced by extreme arrogance.
He didn't even bother to dismount, remaining perched on the saber-toothed tiger's back in the center of the hall, looking down at Chen Fan as if he were appraising a piece of merchandise.
On both sides of the hall, the newly recruited Fire Crow warriors glared angrily, their hands gripping the Battle Axes at their waists tightly. Had it not been for the king's signal, they would have already pounced on this rude fellow and torn him to shreds.
"You are the Lord of the Fire Crows?"
Yuan Lie spoke in a condescending tone, and before Chen Fan could reply, he took out a roll of animal hide from his bosom and read out the will of the Mountain Ape Tribe.
"My lord has decreed that, considering the hardships you savages have endured in your cultivation, you will be granted a way to live. From this day forward, the Fire Crow Tribe will be incorporated into my Mountain Ape Tribe, and you will all acknowledge my lord as your king! Furthermore, you, the so-called Lord of the Fire Crows, must immediately return with me and kneel before my lord to pledge your allegiance!"
His voice was filled with unquestionable authority, as if his words were the ultimate truth of this world.
He paused, glanced around at the Fire Crow Warriors in the hall who were glaring angrily at his words, and a cruel sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.
Don't look at me like that, it won't work.
"I forgot to tell you, my Mountain Ape Tribe has three Seventh Rank Totem High Priests who are on par with my lord!"
"What do you have to fight back with?"
Boom!
Three Seventh Rank individuals!
This number was like an invisible mountain, pressing down on the hearts of all the Fire Crow Warriors. The anger on their faces froze instantly, turning into a look of horror.
One Seventh Rank is enough to suppress a region, yet the Mountain Ape Tribe has four!
Yuan Lie was very satisfied with this effect. His arrogance grew even stronger, and he turned his gaze back to the child on the throne, ready to enjoy the expression of despair and fear on his face.
However, he was disappointed.
The hall was filled with murderous intent; all the Fire Crow warriors gripped their weapons tightly, awaiting the king's command.
Chen Fan, seated on the throne, never once glanced at the envoy. Instead, he kept his head down and slowly and meticulously wiped the bone knife left by his father with a piece of soft animal hide.
The blade was simple and unadorned, yet it gleamed with a cold, eerie light after being wiped with animal hide.
After Yuan Lie finished speaking, the hall fell into a deathly silence, and everyone's heart was in their throat.
He finally raised his head.
A smile, so incongruous with his age, appeared on that youthful face.
He looked at the high-ranking envoy and the saber-toothed tiger beneath him, which was constantly growling, and asked softly:
"Are you done talking?"
Yuan Lie was stunned for a moment, then burst into extremely arrogant laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"Haha! Finished talking? You little brat, are you still half asleep?"
His laughter abruptly stopped, and his face instantly turned ferocious, his large, bell-like eyes surging with murderous intent.
He pointed the animal bone in his hand at Chen Fan on the throne and roared fiercely.
"Looks like you're going to refuse a polite offer and then drink a penalty shot! Now, get down on your knees right now! Otherwise, I'll personally twist your head off today and then slaughter your entire wretched tribe!"
"Roar!!"
Before he finished speaking, the ferocious saber-toothed tiger beneath him suddenly stood on its hind legs and let out a deafening roar.
A terrifying aura of malevolence, mixed with the oppressive power of Sixth Stage Peak, swept through the entire hall like an invisible storm!
On both sides of the main hall, the elite Fire Crow warriors who had just experienced a bloody battle were so overwhelmed by this pressure that their Qi and Blood surged. The weaker ones turned pale and staggered back several steps, almost losing their footing.
This is the oppressive power of Sixth Stage Peak!
This is the absolute deterrent from a regional hegemon!
However, on the throne, Chen Fan's gaze suddenly turned icy cold in that instant.
It was an indifference that defied description, devoid of any human emotion, as if a deity from the heavens were looking down upon a noisy ant.
He slowly stood up.
His right hand still gripped the simple, unadorned bone knife that belonged to his father.
Saying even one more word is a waste.
Facing the saber-toothed tiger that was still roaring and showing off, and the grinning messenger on its back, Chen Fan simply raised his arm casually.
He cleaved through the air towards the center of the main hall.
There was no earth-shattering opening move, no dazzling light effects; the movements were as simple as a country bumpkin wielding a woodcutter's axe.
Buzz!!
A sharp whistling sound that tore through the air suddenly exploded in the next instant!
A gray blade of light, several meters long and as solid as black jade, detached from the bone blade and formed out of thin air!
The blade's edge contained no violent energy fluctuations, yet it carried a terrifying Dao Principles that caused all things to wither and return to death.
The moment it appeared, the temperature in the entire hall seemed to plummet to freezing point, and even the light seemed to be swallowed up!
Wherever it passed, the hard bluestone ground was silently plowed open like tofu, leaving a bottomless, pitch-black ravine!
That unparalleled will to Annihilation caused the entire hall to tremble violently and silently!
"What is this...?"
In the center of the hall, the sinister smile on Yuan Lie's face froze instantly, and his pupils contracted sharply in a flash.
A chill emanating from the depths of his soul made the hairs on his body stand on end!
He wanted to roar, to unleash all his power, to summon the Totem Power to defend himself.
But it was too late.
That gray blade of light ignored distance and obstacles, flashing past at a speed beyond his comprehension!
Pfft.
A very faint sound, almost inaudible.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
All the Fire Crow Warriors in the hall stared wide-eyed as the gray blade of light easily passed through the center of Yuan Lie and the saber-toothed tiger beneath him.
Then...
Boom!!
A deafening roar finally arrived, albeit belatedly!
The Sixth Stage Peak envoy, Yuan Lie, along with his ferocious saber-toothed tiger, didn't even get to utter a complete scream before their bodies were neatly split in the middle. Then, amidst the violent, Annihilation sword energy, they exploded into a huge cloud of blood mist!