As soon as Xu Kun finished speaking, the Qiang Race's ten great venerables widened their eyes and stared at him in disbelief.
Once they saw that Xu Kun's expression was serious and not feigned, the ten Qiang venerables' faces twisted even further.
Snort~
When the first person laughed aloud, the others could no longer hold back.
"Hahaha! Where did this wet-behind-the-ears brat come from? Does he really think that after achieving a little success in his own little world, he can look down on everyone and disdain the heroes of the world?"
The first to laugh mocked, "Little brat, I know your status isn't low. We won't bully the young, so go home and drink your mother's milk. Swords and guns are flying around here. If you get hurt and start crying, that'll be hard to deal with!"
Xu Kun narrowed his eyes, a meaningful smile appearing at the corner of his lips. "Your Excellency certainly talks big. May I ask your honored name?"
"Then listen carefully. I am Venerable Cancong, as the world calls me. Remember it."
Cancong and Yufu—how vast and uncertain their founding of a kingdom had been!
Xu Kun had studied the histories of various races. In particular, he knew quite a bit about the wolf race, which had interacted most frequently with Huaxia. He had indeed heard of the Qiang Race's Venerable Cancong.
"So Your Excellency is the renowned Venerable Cancong, the lord of Shu from over three hundred years ago!"
"Oh? Not bad, little brat. You've even heard of my story. Since you know my name, retreat quickly and save yourself the trouble!"
Xu Kun smiled. "A powerhouse who couldn't even hold onto his own territory can only throw his weight around before juniors like me. How truly... pitiful. How truly lamentable."
Cancong's expression