Blocking the Way
"The King of the Fire Crows?"
The burly man in the wolfskin was taken aback and followed the short, stout priest's gaze.
When his gaze settled on Chen Fan's handsome and fair-skinned face, he froze for a moment, then looked as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.
"Ha! The King of the Fire Crows? That's all?"
The burly man laughed wildly, his voice booming like thunder.
The hundreds of barbarian guards around the gate also burst into laughter, their contemptuous gazes sweeping over Chen Fan without restraint.
"A mere brat who hasn't even grown all his feathers dares to call himself king?"
The burly man stopped laughing, and a terrifying fierce light suddenly flashed in his eyes. He slammed the two heavy bone hammers covered with barbs into the ground, cracking the ground three zhang deep!
A violent shockwave, mixed with sand and mud, hurtled straight towards Chen Fan's face!
"The Wild Wolf Tribe has set up a checkpoint here. According to the rules, pilgrims must dismount from their beasts and kneel three times and kowtow nine times to enter! Otherwise, I'll tear your delicate skin and flesh off to feed the wolves!"
A violent shockwave, carrying gravel and mud, swirled up a dark, yellowish vortex several feet high in front of the Chariot Gate.
Hundreds of mad wolf guards grinned, their faces sculpted with mocking, fleshy expressions. The Bone Spears and longswords in their hands clanged in mid-air with a unified, booming sound, like a pack of wolves hunting a young beast.
In their eyes, this half-grown child, who seemed to have crawled out of some poor mountain village, would be so frightened by the leader's menacing aura that he would wet his pants and obediently kneel down and kowtow.
The short, stout priest was forced to retreat repeatedly by the overwhelming pressure of the Seventh Rank Mid-Stage, and the Black-Scaled Beast beneath him let out a terrified cry, kicking its hooves wildly.
Chen Fan didn't even blink.
He even raised his right hand, slowly picked at his ear, blew away any imaginary dust from his fingertips, and then glanced sideways at the menacing wolf-skinned giant in front of him.
"Such a big guy, but quite a loud voice." Chen Fan lowered his hand, a playful smile curving his lips. "But didn't your parents teach you any manners before you left? Barking in the road like that, you're likely to get a beating."
The burly man's maniacal laughter suddenly froze, replaced by a violent flush.
Before the Chariot Gate of Sunset Gorge, every tribal chief who passed through had to respectfully hand over the pass token and address the Wild Wolf Tribe as their superior.
This little brat, who hasn't even grown his first hair yet, dares to call him a watchdog!
"You little bastard who's asking for it!"
The blood-red wolf head totem on the burly man's chest suddenly shone brightly, and the Qi and Blood within his body boiled and roared like a flood bursting its banks.
His arms tightened like giant pythons, and two heavy bone hammers covered with barbs suddenly came together, slamming into Chen Fan's face with a terrifying whooshing sound that ripped through the air.
Before the heavy hammer even hit, the powerful hammer wind had already forced the frozen soil below to sink by half a foot!
This all-out attack was clearly intended to smash Chen Fan, along with the beast, into a bloody pulp!
"Your Excellency, be careful!"
The short, stout priest was terrified and screamed incoherently.
Sitting atop the beast, Chen Fan not only didn't dodge, but his eyes gleamed with a dazzling light.
"The force is too scattered; there's too much show and no substance."
Chen Fan lightly tapped his foot on the saddle.
The ground in front of the Chariot Gate suddenly and violently subsided!
The Black-Scaled Beast smoothly slid back several feet, while Chen Fan's figure had already risen from the ground, advancing instead of retreating, charging head-on towards the two enormous bone hammers!
The right arm extends out, without any complicated or superfluous starting posture; only pure and domineering Qi and Blood surge wildly in the meridians.
The cold, gentle energy of the Blackwater Totem and the fiery, explosive energy of the Fire Crow Totem were forcibly crushed in the palm of his hand, transforming into a visible gray-red spiral!
Boom!
Chen Fan's fist slammed solidly into the center of the heavy bone hammer!
Two violent forces collided violently in the Void, unleashing a thunderous explosion that shook the entire canyon.
The imagined scene of the boy with broken bones and torn tendons did not occur at all. On the contrary, the ferocity on the wolf-skinned burly man's face froze into utter horror the moment their fists clashed.
Click!
Accompanied by a piercing cracking sound of bones breaking, the pair of heavy hammers, forged from the skulls of Seventh Rank Savage Beasts, exploded with countless hideous white lines from the point where the fists struck.
The next instant, the hundred-pound hammer, along with the armor on the strong man's arms, shattered into countless bone fragments!
"Impossible!"
The burly man roared fiercely, his Qi and Blood surging wildly in his chest, trying to pull back.
"Why are you running? Weren't you yelling a bit earlier?"
Chen Fan remained calm as he lunged forward, his ferocious fist tearing through the rain of bones and striking the burly man squarely in the center of his chest!
Bang!
The dull thud of flesh colliding drowned out all the howling wind and sand.
The leather armor on the burly man's back instantly shattered into countless strips of cloth, and the extremely powerful fist force passed through his body, transforming into a gray-red column of energy that stretched across the sky.
Before the burly man could even scream, his massive body exploded into a blinding cloud of blood mist in mid-air!
The aftershocks of the punch didn't even diminish; they transformed into Qi Ring that swept wildly in all directions.
The nearest dozens of mad wolf guards were struck with tremendous force, screaming and coughing up blood as they flew backward, their weapons falling to the ground in disarray.
The sturdy Chariot Gate, tens of feet high and entirely pieced together from the ribs of giant beasts, groaned under the weight of the shockwave. With several loud cracks, half of the gateposts collapsed, kicking up clouds of dust!
A deathly silence fell over both inside and outside the Chariot Gate.
Those barbarian guards who were lucky enough to escape the attack looked at the blood mist drifting in the air, and then at the collapsed ruins of giant bones. Their hands and feet turned ice-cold, and their legs trembled uncontrollably. They were utterly terrified.
A commander at the Seventh Rank Mid-Stage couldn't even withstand a single punch from his opponent and was instantly annihilated!
Chen Fan landed lightly on the ground, dusted off the corners of his clothes, turned to look at the short, fat priest who had already Petrification, and grinned.
"This bone hammer is of poor quality, too brittle. What are you standing there for? Lead the way to the banquet."
"Yes... yes! Your Majesty's divine might!"
The short, stout priest snapped back to reality, feeling an unprecedented surge of joy and confidence rush to his head.
He wiped the cold sweat from his face, straightened his back instantly, and pointed at the trembling wolf guards, cursing them loudly.
"You blind bastard, get out of the way for Lord Fire Crow!"
The two savage beasts strode across the collapsed Chariot Gate, stepping over broken bones and blood, and walked straight into Sunset Gorge.
Deep in the canyon, Sunset Giant Stone Hall.
This grand hall, built entirely by hollowing out half of a mountain, is extremely rugged. Hundreds of bronze pillars burning with animal oil stand around it, illuminating the entire hall in a dim, yellowish-red light.
Inside the spacious stone hall, which was over a hundred feet long and wide, the leaders of more than thirty tribes sat on both sides according to seniority.
The stone table was piled high with roasted meat and strong liquor, and the air was thick with the pungent smell of blood and the noise of the crowd.
Seated in the very center of the main seat was a burly giant wearing a dark silver wolf-skin cloak.
A deep, bone-revealing Scarface ran diagonally from his forehead to his jaw, and he exuded a suffocating, Half-Step Eighth-Order aura. He was none other than Wolfslaughter, the nominal Alliance Leader of the Black Wasteland Alliance.