"If you refuse, we'll kill you and make Zhu Xiong the chief instead!"
The threat was so startling that everyone fell silent.
They had assumed the Youyu Tribe would not dare go so far as to kill anyone. For a tribe of its size to defy the Pan Tribe's rule alone would be a joke...
Only by winning over most of the tribes in Woyu River Valley would they stand even a sliver of a chance.
That was why they had not been particularly afraid.
But when Gu Junjie turned on them without the slightest hesitation, every face changed.
Some began entertaining ideas of their own. Several of the envoys present had no hope of inheriting leadership of their tribes, and Zhu Xiong had just been offered an example worth following.
As thoughts stirred around him, the Youyu Wizard frowned slightly. Gu Junjie's move had been too rash and had nearly ruined his entire plan.
But this was no time to dwell on it. The Wizard spoke again. "The Ancestral God told me that the Pan Tribe has run into serious trouble. The troops stationed at Blood Fort have withdrawn and returned home to face their enemies!"
Everyone who heard this was shaken. The fifty thousand Pan Troops stationed at Blood Fort were the most immediate threat to the tribes of Woyu River Valley.
Those troops also guarded against the Western Qiang People farther beyond the valley. The news sent the tribal chiefs' thoughts racing.
The chiefs and envoys were tempted by what he had said, though they also found it hard to believe.
Even when the Wind Wolf Tribe had risen up at the height of its power, the Pan Tribe had needed only two or three hundred thousand soldiers to wipe it out...
But if the Pan Tribe