War Hall

"You want to kill me? You, a tribal chief from the Southern Wasteland, actually dare to kill me?"

Di Luo froze for a moment, then his face turned fierce. "I am a noble of the Di Clan branch of the Yu Clan. Our Di Clan controls the Blood Moon Legion. If you dare kill me, you will face the Blood Moon Legion's wrath. Your territory will become scorched earth, and all your clansmen will die. You'd better think this through!"

"Sorry, but I have no idea what the Blood Moon Legion is."

Qing Ming smiled and shook his head. "I only know that you are an enemy. The Southern Wasteland people have always had only one way of dealing with enemies who invade our homeland. That is... kill!"

Boom!

The moment Qing Ming finished speaking, the War Ancient Trees and the archers in their branches attacked at the same time.

"Bastards! You uncivilized savages!"

Though this proud so-called "noble" possessed the strength of the Great Shaman realm, he had no ability whatsoever to withstand the combined assault of thirty War Ancient Trees.

Driven into a corner, Di Luo's face twisted viciously as the vertical eye in the center of his brow flashed with crystalline light.

"Die! Let's perish together!"

With a crazed roar, the sound of howling wind rose from the vertical eye in his brow. Wave after wave of crystalline wind blades came screaming forth.

Like a tornado, the wind blades swept down from the sky.

The wind blades were incomparably sharp. Wherever they passed, rocks, grass, and trees were shredded to pieces. Even the War Ancient Trees surrounding Di Luo had countless branches severed.

"He had a move like this?"

The wind blades erupting from Di Luo's vertical eye were tremendously powerful. Without the War Ancient Trees blocking