Preaching on the New Continent

"That's incredible!" Da Shan exclaimed. "Then, then... Lord God of Holy Light, if My Lord grants me power, can I also defeat those legendary fierce beasts with red souls?"

Mo Xuan snorted. "You mean Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts? Look at how little ambition you have. That's nothing. If My Lord grants you power, do you see that one crouching over there?"

"That Holy Spirit Sky Tiger is two hundred thousand years old. Killing it would take just one slash. If you slaughtered it, it could yield a red Soul Ring with two golden patterns—that's the fierce beast soul you mentioned."

"One slash! My heavens!" Da Shan could not help crying out again.

In his understanding, Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts were already legendary beings, capable of sweeping through their entire Fierce Tiger Tribe alone.

As for the two-hundred-thousand-year fierce beast Mo Xuan had just mentioned, Da Shan had no concept of it whatsoever.

But Da Shan knew that the burly man trembling constantly and kneeling obediently over there was the "Evil God" whom the Fierce Tiger Tribe had worshipped for generations.

To be able to kill the Evil God with a single slash—wasn't that far too powerful?

Da Shan was not the only one who heard those words. Everyone in the Fierce Tiger Tribe heard them as well.

Upon hearing that Da Shan had won the favor of the God of Light and Undead and become a Divine Soul Warrior, the crowd immediately erupted into thunderous cheers.

Pure Power of Faith surged forth wave after wave without end.

This was a carnival.

It was also a feast for harvesting the Power of Faith.

The Fierce Tiger Tribe brought out the dried meat stored by their clan, the animals they had recently hunted, and great quantities of unknown fruits to entertain Electrolux's group of