Who Has an Objection?
Boom!
The loud noise coming from the direction of the Chariot Gate in the distance faintly traveled along the mountain to the main hall, causing ripples to appear in the wine bowls.
The noise inside the hall immediately subsided.
The chief of the Snow Fox Tribe wiped the bits of meat from the corner of his mouth and sneered.
"Wolfslaughter, it seems someone at the Chariot Gate is breaking the rules. Your Blood Wolf Guards are teaching some fools a lesson again."
"I reckon it's that newly emerged Fire Crow Tribe from Blackstone Mountain."
The leader of the Blood Blade Tribe sneered and twirled the short blade in his hand.
"I heard he's just a greenhorn who hasn't even grown a full beard yet. He got lucky when Yuan Ba was seriously injured and then declared himself king. If he runs into the Blood Wolf Guards, he'll be skinned alive."
Wolfslaughter picked up the rough earthenware bowl expressionlessly, took a swig of scalding hot liquor, and his eyes were full of indifference.
He personally cast the Blood Talisman, intending to establish rules for the newly arrived Fire Crow Tribe. The Wild Wolf Tribe wanted not only the Blackstone Mountain, but also the absolute submission of the entire Fire Crow Tribe.
Tap, tap, tap.
The steady, crisp sound of footsteps echoed in the deep stone steps and corridors of the main hall.
As the footsteps drew nearer, a strong, pungent smell of blood wafted in first.
The more than thirty leaders inside the hall fell silent and turned to look at the entrance.
A slender young man in black robes walked in slowly, a crude bone knife casually tucked at his waist, and a harmless smile on his face.
Behind him, the short, stout priest of the Mountain Ape tribe followed timidly, his face beaming with the excited arrogance of someone who was using someone else's power to intimidate him.
"Who is this kid?"
Why does he smell so strongly of blood?
The leaders' pupils contracted slightly. They were all seasoned veterans who had lived on the edge of a knife for many years. They could tell at a glance that the Qi and Blood of a powerful totem warrior who had recently died was the edge of the young man's robes!
Chen Fan completely ignored those scrutinizing, suspicious, and cold gazes.
With his hands behind his back, he strolled leisurely through the wide central passage, his gaze sweeping over the stone tables on both sides laden with rare and exotic fruits. He even casually grabbed a crimson spirit fruit from the Blood Blade Tribe leader's table, took a bite, and smacked his lips.
It's a bit sour, but quite juicy.
The leader of the Blood Blade Tribe was furious and was about to slam his fist on the table when he was forcefully suppressed in place by the faint aura emanating from Chen Fan, and his heart skipped a beat.
Chen Fan walked straight to the seating area that originally belonged to the Mountain Ape Tribe.
That place used to be at the very back of the main hall, in a remote and cramped location, where even the seats were broken stone benches.
Chen Fan stopped and shook his head in disdain.
Then, to the astonishment of everyone present, he turned and strode forward, ascending directly to the first seat on the right side of the main hall.
That seat originally belonged to the Mad Wolf Tribe Chief War General.
Chen Fan kicked the wolf skull carving that was originally placed on the stone table away, then sat down on the wide stone seat covered with a whole Seventh Rank tiger skin, and casually crossed his legs.
"You're asking for it!"
"You arrogant brat, who gave you the audacity to sit there!"
A burst of angry shouts erupted from all around, and several hot-tempered tribal leaders even had phantom images of Seventh Rank totems rising from their bodies.
Wolfslaughter, seated at the head of the table, narrowed his eyes slightly, like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey. He looked at Chen Fan, his voice low and hoarse, carrying an invisible chill.
"Was that commotion outside the Chariot Gate your doing? Where are my Blood Wolf Guards?"
Chen Fan, with a spirit fruit in his mouth, waved his hand indistinctly.
"Don't ask anymore. The guard dog at the gate was too fragile; it couldn't withstand a bump and has already shattered into pieces. Even the skeletal gate you were building has collapsed halfway down."
Upon hearing this, the entire hall fell into an instant, deathly silence!
The Blood Wolf Guards commander was killed?
They even smashed the Chariot Gate?
The more than thirty tribal leaders looked at each other, their hearts filled with turmoil.
That was a top-three Seventh Rank Mid-Stage expert in the Wild Wolf Tribe, yet he died at the hands of this seemingly frail youth?!
Chen Fan casually flicked the fruit pit towards the center of the hall, clapped his hands, and looked at Wolfslaughter, whose face was ashen, with a half-smile, his tone extremely unruly.
"Wolfslaughter Chief, you invited me all this way, only to test me with this kind of trash? This show of force from your Wild Wolf Tribe is far too ordinary."
Wolfslaughter clenched his fist on the stone table, and with a snap, the entire piece of oak stone, weighing thousands of pounds, was instantly crushed into dust!
The violent, malevolent aura of the Half-Step Eighth-Order cultivator was no longer restrained. It erupted like a volcano in the hall, causing the air to emit a piercing boom.
Wolfslaughter slowly stood up, a serrated bone blade gleaming with a dark, blood-red light already sliding three inches from its sheath at his waist.
"You little beast, do you really think I wouldn't dare skin you alive and burn you like a lantern?!"
Chen Fan sat on the tiger-skin chair, his smile completely gone.
Deep within his clear, black-and-white eyes, a violent surge of Qi and Blood, a mixture of fire and water, suddenly erupted. His cold gaze, sharp as a blade, pierced Wolfslaughter's face as he indifferently retorted:
"I've already taken my seat, and I've killed the person. Do you have any objections?"
The main hall was deathly silent.
The Qinggang stone table, which Wolfslaughter had crushed into stone powder, was now turning into wisps of white ash, falling softly from between Wolfslaughter's large, fan-like hands.
The dozens of tribal leaders had different expressions. Some gripped the weapons at their waists, while others hunched over slightly, looking at Chen Fan as if he were a madman.
In this grand hall built by hollowing out the mountain in Sunset Gorge, for thirty years, no one has dared to kick and shatter the Bone Carving, a warrior of the Wild Wolf Tribe, in front of Wolfslaughter, nor has anyone dared to sit in the chief seat and challenge him.
Wolfslaughter's Scarface twitched violently. Just as he was about to step forward, two violent auras exploded out from the side of him!
"You ignorant bastard, how dare you bark here!"
A sharp, piercing shout, like the cry of an owl, suddenly rang out.
The leader of the Blood Blade Tribe, who was sitting in the third seat on the left, suddenly sprang up, his figure leaving behind several twisted, dark red afterimages.
This person roamed the Black Wilderness with the Shadow Kill Totem at the late Seventh Rank, his arms gripping two blood-red scimitars as thin as cicada wings. Wherever the blades passed, they cut visible white cracks in the Void.
Several leaders with weaker cultivation levels only saw a flash of red light before their eyes, and then the sky full of sword energy transformed into a blood-red net that blotted out the sky, heading straight for Chen Fan's throat, heart, and eyes!
"Die!"
The Bloodblade Blade leader's eyes were bloodshot. He had used this Blood Rain Dismemberment technique to dismember three powerful opponents of the same level within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
At the same instant, the burly leader of the Mad Bear Tribe also stomped the ground violently, causing the Blackstone three zhang in diameter beneath his feet to crack and collapse on the spot.
"You little brat, get down here!"
The Mad Bear Chief's body swelled to over ten feet in size, its muscles gleaming with a dark, bluish-black luster reminiscent of black iron.
That was the Seventh Rank Mystic Rock Heavy Armor Totem inherited by the Mad Bear Tribe. As his Qi and Blood and qi surged, two iron fists the size of casserole dishes slammed down from above, bringing with them a heavy roar like a collapsing mountain, completely sealing off Chen Fan's space to dodge left and right!