The newcomer also wore scale armor and carried a spear steeped in deadly poison. His face bore a strong resemblance to Mohe's, but his aura was far more powerful.
Early-stage innate!
Mo Tu, chief of the Black Scale Tribe!
When he saw the carnage at the valley entrance, especially his younger brother's corpse with its eyes still open in death, Mo Tu's eyes instantly reddened.
This was his own brother, born of the same mother!
"Brother!"
Mo Tu roared in fury.
The sound waves shook the surrounding mountain forests violently.
He glared viciously at the old man who had struck the killing blow.
"It was you! The Black Scale Tribe has never wronged you or held any grudge against you. Why did you kill my brother?"
Mo Tu ground his teeth.
The old man met Mo Tu's murderous gaze without flinching.
"No wrongs or grudges?"
He sneered.
"He dared insult His Highness the King of Chu. That alone is a crime great enough to blot out the heavens."
"Killing him was only the beginning. If your Black Scale Tribe fails to give an account of itself today, its millions of people, including you, will all be buried alongside him!"
Mo Tu laughed in his fury.
The Black Scale Tribe had grown accustomed to throwing its weight around Cold Mountain Prefecture.
Even if the Southern Wasteland now answered to a new power, making him bow to the people of the Central Plains, whom he had always despised, was impossible!
Besides, the dead man was his own younger brother, bound to him by blood!
"What big words!"
"You think you can cow me with the King of Chu's name? Do you think this chief grew up trembling at threats?"
"Your life is mine!"
Mo Tu bellowed.
The innate golden core within him