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The cultivators of the Bai Tribe were the first to charge over. Ten black spirit cranes carried ten Foundation Establishment warriors of the Bai Tribe. Seeing Lu Xiaotian before them, excitement inevitably showed in their eyes. They had come in a hurry. Although they had heard bits and pieces about how formidable the silver-haired cultivator was, time had been short, and they had never witnessed it themselves, so naturally they had no idea what level their opponent had reached. However, the old man Bai Hua, who led them, could not help feeling excited. The large force of the Wu Tribe and another contingent from the Qing Tribe were already visible to the naked eye. Since he had arrived first, as long as he held the silver-haired youth back for a moment, whoever ultimately killed the silver-haired youth—or the Golden Core female cultivator—would owe him this favor and share some of the spoils with him.
"Men of the Bai Tribe, don't rush forward in pursuit of merit. You only need to hold this person back for a moment." Bai Hua had lived many years and was a Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivator, so he still maintained a degree of caution. He shouted a reminder to the tribal cultivators behind him, preventing the hot-blooded youngsters from throwing their lives away in their eagerness for merit.
"Arrogant!" Just as Bai Hua was restraining his clansmen behind him, every cultivator of the Bai Tribe saw the silver-haired youth charge straight at them without the slightest hesitation. Even Bai Hua had this thought flash through his