Wucha's heart was violently shaken.
Only at that moment did he truly understand how vast heaven and earth were, and how countless the powerful were, like carp crossing a river. Compared to them, he himself was as tiny as a grain of millet in the sea. In the eyes of true powerhouses, he might really be no more than an ant.
Looking at the five great Golden Core Cultivators before him, along with the Foundation Establishment experts gathered as thickly as a forest, Wucha's legs began to tremble, and he could barely remain standing.
Danzhu opened his mouth and asked Wucha, "Who are you?"
Wucha wanted to speak, but his throat was dry and he could not get the words out. Trembling, he could only offer up the letter in his hand.
Elder Bashan took the letter and presented it to Danzhu.
Upon seeing the letter, Danzhu's eyes brightened slightly. He nodded, then said to Wucha, "Lead the way."
Wucha hurriedly lowered his head and said:
Wucha then led the way ahead. The mighty procession passed through the Wucha Mountain Realm, entered the Wutu Mountain Realm, and finally arrived at the Wutu Tribe. A force of barbarian soldiers with Golden Core combat power entering a Second-Grade mountain realm was like a powerful dragon crossing the border, its imposing might utterly astonishing.
Along the way, the chieftains and elders of tribes large and small sensed that terrifying aura. Their expressions changed wildly, and fear filled their hearts.
Wucha led the way in front.
This newly appointed "Chieftain" and mountain realm "commander" seemed like nothing more than a horse-headed pawn.
All the way, his heart was filled with unease.
His earlier shock had turned into deep worry and fear.
He did not know why these legendary figures, these lofty Golden Cores, had