Melee

Watching the two second-generation leaders of the Wilderness Tribe before him put on such an attentive display,

Chen Wang's complicated feelings from earlier had settled considerably.

Behind the apparent fanaticism, there was resolve as well.

Chen Wang glanced at the two leaders and said coolly, "I'll take you two in. But if you ever plan to betray me in the future, you won't find peace even in death."

Rather than making some gesture to win people's hearts, Chen Wang simply threatened the two of them.

The two hurriedly said, "We wouldn't dare."

Chen Wang smiled. "If you run into any problems in the future, come directly to me."

"And..." He glanced at Jiang Xinxue. "Don't go dropping to your knees and licking boots at every turn. I don't have that hobby."

Jiang Xinxue's face flushed red. "Understood."

Chen Wang then had the two second-generation leaders of the Wilderness Tribe leave.

This time, he had wanted to fish, yet before he could reel in any fish, he had instead hooked two bootlickers.

Once both sides departed, the news swiftly reached the major conglomerates.

The relationship between the Wilderness Tribe and the conglomerates had always been exceedingly delicate.

The fact that the two great Wilderness Tribes had both pledged themselves to Chen Wang carried a message in itself.

The two demigods, Song Dongming and Xie Li, who had originally been heading toward Chen Wang, also stopped.

For the time being, they halted their plans to seek out Chen Wang.

They wanted to form an alliance with Chen Wang, not become his vassals. No matter how highly they regarded him, that would not change.

Chen Wang traveled alone through the wilderness. Over the past few days, he had sensed quite a few people watching him and secretly following behind.

Unfortunately, there were no