"No, that's impossible!"
Eng Fei suddenly shrieked, "We've already more or less figured out that you people from the Ancient Saint Domain invaded our Savage Beast Realm just for some kind of tournament."
Though Eng Fei's voice was panicked, he sounded utterly certain. "You've only just entered our Savage Beast Realm, so you must be suppressed by the supreme Barbarian God. There's no way you could possess such strength. Who exactly are you?"
Eng Fei's face was filled with utter terror. By the time he finished speaking, he was unconsciously stumbling backward as he shouted.
Eng Fei might have been born into a small tribe like the Eng Clan Tribe.
But he was still the young lord of the Eng Clan Tribe. He had been gifted from birth, and before coming of age, he had already condensed his first Barbarian Mark.
After coming of age, he had even succeeded in cultivating the Barbarian God Battle Skill, something only a tiny number of Barbarian Race warriors could master.
This was more than enough to prove that Eng Fei was a genius among the Barbarian Race.
Although he wasn't one of the Barbarian Race's heaven-blessed prodigies, with his talent, once he came into his own, he could lead the Eng Clan Tribe into a far more powerful era.
At the very least, by then, his son wouldn't have to put up with the whims of some upper-rank warrior from the He Clan Tribe with just over thirty Barbarian Marks.
In such an environment, the young lord of the Eng Clan Tribe, Eng Fei, had grown into an extremely confident man.
Even when facing He Zhan, Eng Fei had only chosen to hold back for the moment. He had never truly taken He Zhan seriously.
Because in his future, He Zhan was merely