Were tribes just bandits?
Doham found the idea somewhat absurd, but on closer thought, it made sense.
"My lord."
Doham looked at Fang Yun. Whatever decision Fang Yun made, they would follow him.
An ordinary Mid-level God, or even some High-level Gods who had refined their Divine Sparks, might have been worried about the Kula Tribe. After all, the tribe had three High-level Gods.
But Fang Yun wasn't particularly worried. In fact, he hadn't felt much of a sense of danger since arriving in the Divine Plane. His Wind-style Divine Clone was only a Mid-level God, but he had Willpower as a trump card. If he unleashed his full power, he could match a Seven-Star Fiend.
Even in a super-clan like the Four Divine Beasts Clan, Seven-Star Fiends were elders.
Besides, he had Sovereign's Might.
Before his original body returned to Blue Star, it had left behind a small bottle of the Sovereign Power of Light—probably over a hundred drops. With his Willpower, even as a Mid-level God, he could wield Sovereign's Might without wasting a drop.
In these circumstances, even an Asura would probably have no way to deal with him.
Asuras were truly at the peak of the Divine Plane. With a trump card that rivaled theirs, how could Fang Yun be worried? And even if the worst happened and his Wind-style Divine Clone perished, his strength wouldn't be affected.
So, for him, fighting and cultivating in the Divine Plane was mostly about experiencing all it had to offer.
The only thing he regretted was that his Highgod Sovereign Clone hadn't yet given birth to a Sovereign Artifact. His strongest weapon was still the Sunset Longbow.
That bow was also what made his ranged attacks so powerful.
"My lord, if we leave the Mojin Mountain Range now, the