Qin Fengming, seated atop a demonic beast, had naturally long since noticed the two or three hundred foreign tribesmen who had appeared before him.
Although he no longer had any magic power at present, he felt not the slightest fear or worry when facing these natives. Even when he had still been a youth, he had already been able to exchange blows with a renowned martial-arts elder without falling short in the least.
After undergoing the cleansing and strengthening of his body several times, his physique had become far tougher than that of any so-called martial-arts expert. Even if he stood still, the natives before him would find it difficult to do anything to him with the weapons in their hands. The only thing that made him slightly wary was that towering demonic beast.
Every one of those enormous demonic beasts being ridden stood one or two zhang tall. Their own weight alone was already several thousand jin.
If they charged and trampled wildly, they might possess tens of thousands of jin of force. Under such immense pressure, even with his tough body, he would absolutely find it difficult to withstand them.
But even so, Qin Fengming still did not take the natives before him seriously.
"Ha-ha-ha, Princess Lingyi, you make it sound so easy. This place originally belonged to your Huwang Tribe only because you decided so on your own. Ever since Bagan died, this place has no longer belonged solely to your Huwang Tribe. However, my Father King made it clear back then: as long as you agree to marry my clansman, our Shuyou Tribe will certainly yield this river and join your Huwang Tribe in driving the Baishi Tribe out of this area. Princess Lingyi, do you agree?"
The middle-aged man sat atop a towering demonic beast