Seventh-Rank Totem Warrior

Minced meat and bones flew everywhere!

The blade's momentum remained undiminished, slamming fiercely into the back wall of the main hall, blasting a huge hole several meters in diameter through the sturdy wall made of massive stones!

Broken stones mixed with smoke and dust spewed outwards, and the blinding afternoon sunlight shone through the gap, falling directly on the child holding a bone knife in front of the throne.

Divine power is like a prison!

Dead silence.

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

The dozen or so members of the Mountain Ape Tribe who had followed Yuan Lie were splattered with warm blood and flesh, and stood there dumbfounded.

A few seconds later, they realized what had happened. A foul-smelling liquid instantly soaked their crotches, their legs went weak, and they all collapsed to the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

Dead?

One cut?

The powerful Lord Yuan Lie Fierce, whom they considered incomparably strong and capable of easily annihilating ordinary tribes, was... cleaved into a bloody mist by a single strike from a ten-year-old child?

Chen Fan's icy gaze slowly swept over the Mountain Ape tribesmen who were terrified, and finally landed on a survivor who was closest to the door and was about to faint from fright.

"Go back."

Chen Fan's voice wasn't loud, but it struck everyone's heart clearly, like heavy hammer blows.

Tell your master.

"The Fire Crow Tribe never kneels before anyone."

"If he wants this land, let him come and take it himself!"

Upon hearing this, the survivor felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He ignored his limp companions and, screaming, scrambled out of the hellish hall that he would never forget.

Only after the man's figure completely disappeared did the Fire Crow Warriors in the hall recover from their extreme shock.

Their gazes toward the throne were no longer filled with fanaticism, but rather... awe!

An absolute reverence for the gods!

A newly promoted centurion forced down the overwhelming fear in his heart, stepped forward, knelt on one knee, his voice trembling slightly with excitement, yet also carrying a trace of obvious worry.

"Your Majesty... won't our actions... completely enrage the Mountain Ape Tribe? After all, they have four Seventh Rank experts..."

"When soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it."

Chen Fan sheathed his sword, the divine expression on his face fading, replaced by calm, as if he had merely swatted a fly.

"Pass down the order: the entire tribe is on alert; the wounded must be treated first; and spoils of war must be distributed swiftly."

"Yes!"

After explaining everything, Chen Fan ignored everyone in the hall, turned around and left, returning directly to his stone house.

He closed the door, sat cross-legged, and casually waved his hand.

Call!

A black flame, emanating a chilling, watery aura and constantly twisting and struggling, appeared out of thin air before him.

It was the totem Fire Seed that was seized from the Blackwater Black Serpent Tribe.

"Four Seventh Rank beings...?"

Chen Fan looked at the Fire Seed before him, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Perfect timing, it's time to show you what true power is."

As soon as he finished speaking, he closed his eyes.

Behind him, the mysterious and intricate Life-and-Death Millstone Totem slowly lit up, and invisible ripples spread out in circles.

An immense and unparalleled suction force suddenly erupted from his small body!

The strange Totem Fire, which had been passed down for hundreds of years, let out a shrill cry and began to twist violently. It was forcibly pulled by an irresistible force, turning into a stream of black water that slowly poured into Chen Fan's body!

The air around the stone house distorted in an instant.

Chen Fan sat cross-legged on the animal skin mat, his palms facing upwards.

The pitch-black Fire Seed, stolen from the Blackwater Black Serpent tribe, was churning with an intense, bone-chilling yin energy, violently colliding with the Fire Crow -like flames rising around him.

Water and fire, yin and yang.

The two forces, which were originally mutually repulsive and could cause one's meridians to burst if they were out of balance, fell into the Black-and-White Millstone totem that appeared behind Chen Fan.

The Millstone rotated slowly, emitting a deep and loud roar.

The domineering and forceful pulling force instantly tore the Blackwater Fire Seed into thousands of strands of Blackwater, which were then forcibly poured into the meridians of the body through the pores.

The Qi and Blood surged like a raging tide, crashing against the tough internal organs and bones.

Visible white mist began to gush out from the cracks in the earth and stones of the entire stone house, then was forcibly pushed back into the house by the violent spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The thatched roof was whipped up by the vortex of spiritual energy, standing straight up like a funnel shooting into the sky.

Water and fire are no longer at odds.

Under the repeated grinding of the Life-and-Death Millstone, the yin water vapor washes away the darkness of the body, while the yang fire forges the muscles, bones, and flesh, ultimately condensing into a completely new Qi and Blood interwoven with red and black.

"Break."

Chen Fan parted his lips slightly.

"Bah!"

A clear, melodious cry, like an ancient divine bird tearing through the chaos, exploded deep within Chen Fan's chest.

The rough and blurry totem patterns on his chest rapidly spread and reorganized, transforming into a bird totem with wings wrapped in the divine light of life, death Yin-Yang.

The dormant Totem Power within his body suddenly surged, and the sound of his Qi and Blood circulating was like a great river bursting its banks.

Seventh-Rank Totem Realm, achieved.

The surging Qi and Blood were instantly gathered back into the body.

The violent wind inside the stone house suddenly stopped, all the white mist and strange phenomena vanished, and tranquility returned.

Chen Fan opened his eyes, the light in them gradually fading, replaced by the bright and clear youthful spirit he once possessed.

He looked down at his hands; the bones had thickened slightly, and beneath the skin lay an overwhelming power.

"Indeed, the clash between life and death is the key to breaking free from the shackles of this physical body most quickly."

Chen Fan rubbed the tip of his nose and muttered something to himself.

"It was quite a commotion, so the roof will probably have to be replaced again."

He dusted off his fur robe, stood up, and opened the heavy wooden door.

The sky outside was bright and clear.

Beside the door, his mother was tightly gripping a bone dagger. Her already thin face looked even more haggard, and her eyes were red-rimmed. Clearly, she had been guarding outside the door ever since he went into seclusion.

Hearing the door open, the mother turned around abruptly and saw Chen Fan walk out unharmed. She swayed, and the bone blade in her hand almost slipped from her grasp.

"Mother."

Chen Fan quickened his pace, reached out and firmly supported his mother's slightly rough arm, a warm and gentle smile on his face, "I'm fine, not only fine, but I'm actually stronger. Look, my arms and legs are perfectly fine."

He casually poured a bowl of warm water from the earthenware jar beside the door and handed it to his mother.

The mother held the ceramic bowl in both hands, carefully examining him several times to make sure there wasn't a single scratch on his body. Only then did the worry in her eyes slowly melt away, and she breathed a long sigh of relief.

In the open space outside the stone house, twenty Fire Crow guards, dressed in hard rattan armor and wielding stone axes, stood in a tense circle.

They were covered in sweat, their palms gripping their weapons were drenched in it.