Half-Step Eighth-Order
One bright, one dark; one fast, one heavy!
The two late-stage Seventh Rank leaders joined forces in their rage, determined to blast this audacious Human Race youth into dust on the spot!
The leaders in the hall gasped for breath, and the leader of the Snow Fox Tribe had even picked up his wine bowl, ready to enjoy the scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere.
Despite the overwhelming attack, Chen Fan remained calm and composed, sitting steadily on the tiger-skin chair.
He didn't even put his legs down, which were crossed over his shoulders.
"Fancy and overly elaborate."
Chen Fan uttered four words softly, then gripped the dull, crude bone knife at his waist.
In the next instant, the sword was drawn.
Boom!
The dim, yellowish light inside the main hall was suddenly engulfed by an incomparably fierce beam of light!
Without any unnecessary parries or complicated variations, Chen Fan simply sat on the stone seat and unleashed a backhand horizontal slash.
The gray and red blood Qi and Blood swirled violently on the blade, and the cold and Blackwater Totem and the explosive heat of the Fire Crow Totem merged into one in mid-air, transforming into a crescent-shaped Blade Aura several meters long, which slashed upwards against the blood-red blade net covering the sky!
Click!
An extremely piercing metallic shriek suddenly tore through the eardrums.
The Bloodblade leader's prized cicada-wing scimitar shattered into dozens of reddish iron filings the instant it came into contact with the Blade Aura.
"That force..."
The savage grin on the Bloodblade leader's face suddenly turned into boundless terror. He opened his mouth to scream, but the gray-red Blade Aura had already pierced through his chest with overwhelming force.
Puff!
Blood mist burst wildly in mid-air.
This late- Seventh Rank expert, renowned in the Great Wilderness for his assassination skills, was cleanly cleaved in two at the waist, weapon and all!
Before the mangled body even hit the ground, the violent aftershocks of the blade's force had already transformed into a visible gale, howling as it crashed into the seats behind.
With several loud bangs, the stone table where Blood Blade Tribe had been sitting was overturned and smashed against the hard rock wall, turning into a rain of rubble!
"What?!"
The Mad Bear Chief was about to deliver a powerful punch from mid-air, suddenly felt his pupils shrink, and a strong sense of alarm rang in his mind.
But his massive body had already used the momentum of his fall to pounce on Chen Fan's head, leaving him no way to avoid it!
"Smash it!"
The Mad Bear Chief roared fiercely, pushing the Qi and Blood of the Mystic Rock Totem within its body to the limit. Its arms were covered with a layer of rock armor over a foot thick, and it slammed into Chen Fan's face.
Chen Fan did not sheath his blade; his free left hand formed a fist and casually thrust upwards.
Boom!
Their fists collided like two colossal iron mountains clashing head-on in mid-air.
A visible white Qi Ring suddenly exploded above the hall. Dozens of bronze fire pillars in the center of the hall, each requiring several people to encircle, trembled violently. The molten oil on them was thrown several meters high, only to be instantly vaporized by the intense heat wave!
Click!
A crisp cracking sound echoed throughout the venue.
The thick, Mysterious Rock armor on the Mad Bear Chief' arms shattered and peeled off on the spot. Next, his arm bones, as thick as tree trunks, were crushed inch by inch like dry branches in the face of Chen Fan's pure and violent power!
"Ah!!"
The most agonizing scream had barely escaped the mouth of the Mad Bear Chief when the force of Chen Fan's fist transformed into a raging torrent, rushing down his severed arm and crashing into his chest cavity.
Bang!
The massive body of the Mad Bear Chief, weighing over a thousand pounds, was sent flying more than ten feet away as if struck head-on by a savage beast, crashing heavily into the granite wall deep within the main hall.
With a deafening roar, a huge crater appeared in the mountainside, and rubble and dirt rained down.
The Mad Bear Chief was embedded deep in the rock wall, its chest sunken in, large gushes of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushing from its mouth. The light in its eyes quickly dimmed, its head lolled to the side, and it fell completely silent.
Quiet.
A deathly silence.
From the moment Bloodblade leader launched his attack to the moment Mad Bear Chief lay dead on the stone wall, only three breaths had passed.
Two renowned tribal leaders of the late Seventh Rank, commanding thousands of elite troops, were killed in two separate Great Wilderness: one was cut in half at the waist, and the other was annihilated by a single blow!
The black-robed youth, sitting upright on the tiger-skin chair, hadn't even moved an inch. Only a drop of crimson blood slowly slid down the blade of the crude bone knife in his hand, dripping onto the stone slab with a soft sound.
The short, stout priest, who had been cowering in the back trembling, now had wide-open eyes, a mouth so big it could fit a fist, and his whole body jiggled with excitement.
The tribal chiefs who had been itching to attack were now sweating profusely, their throats bobbing, and they instinctively took a half-step back.
To be able to kill Bloodblade with a single slash and shatter Mad Bear with a single punch—is this the combat power Seventh Rank cultivator can possess?
Chen Fan slowly pulled out a piece of coarse cloth, wiped the blood off the bone knife, and casually put it back into its sheath, making a crisp click of the mechanism.
He raised his head, his face once again displaying that harmless smile, his dark eyes scanning the entire room, his tone even carrying a hint of youthful mischief:
"Which leader just said I couldn't sit in this position? Stand up, and speak louder, I'm hard of hearing, I didn't hear you clearly."
As far as the eye could see, the leaders of dozens of tribes lowered their heads, none daring to meet his gaze.
The Snow Fox Chief's hand, holding the wine bowl, froze in mid-air. He was completely unaware that the wine had spilled onto his robes, and a chill ran down his spine.
Chen Fan chuckled, leaned forward, rested his elbows on his knees, and looked around the hall. "Since no one objects, let's change the subject."
He extended a slender, white finger, twirled it casually in the air, and finally pointed precisely at Wolfslaughter in the very center of the platform.
"I see your so-called Black Wasteland Alliance as having many rules but little backbone. Keeping such a bunch of scoundrels occupying such a good piece of land as Sunset Gorge is really a waste of resources."
Chen Fan's lips curled slightly, and he slowly uttered a sentence that shook the heavens:
"The Fire Crow Tribe has accepted the position of Alliance Leader the Black Wasteland Alliance. Who agrees, and who disagrees?"
Upon hearing this, the air in the hall seemed to be instantly sucked away.
Not only did he steal a seat, he actually tried to seize Wolfslaughter's position Alliance Leader on the spot!
On the high platform, Wolfslaughter, who hadn't moved an inch from beginning to end, finally chuckled softly.
"Heh... heh heh..."
A hoarse, chilling laugh echoed through the hall, like the dying howl of a wounded wolf. Wolfslaughter slowly raised his head, his Scarface face twisted into an extremely ferocious grimace.
"Good! What a fine Lord of the Fire Crows! What a sharp-tongued little beast!"
Boom!
With a furious roar, the dormant baleful energy within Wolfslaughter's body was no longer suppressed and surged out wildly like a dam bursting.
Above the main hall, an extremely dense crimson aura surged and converged, faintly condensing into a gigantic phantom of Blood Wolf, fifty feet tall.
The Blood Wolf had three eyes and howled to the sky, causing the entire Sunset Mountains to shake violently. The dome of the palace, which had hollowed out the mountain, creaked and cracked, and countless spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly as large chunks of rock crashed down!
Half-Step Eighth-Order!