Wisdom flashed in Tang Changsheng's eyes. All of this would bring him tremendous prestige and benefits.
Several days later, news of Dun City's fall and of a force led by Pan God swept through Daqiang Mountain and beyond like a gale.
The entire Woyu River Valley and the many nearby tribes were stunned. They expected King Pan's wrath to descend swiftly upon those audacious people.
But it did not. For more than a month, the Youyu Tribe and its allies struck in every direction, conquering one tribe after another and sweeping them into their ranks.
Yet the Pan Tribe made no move. Word soon spread that it had met a powerful enemy and that even its Crown Prince had died in battle.
At first, people half believed the rumors and half doubted them. But the Pan Tribe still did nothing, and even Dun City had been taken. Tribes large and small erupted.
The seeds of rebellion had long been buried, though until now they had lain beneath thick layers of fear.
Now the force that had instilled that fear was tottering. Within two months, every tribe around Woyu River Valley, large and small, had raised the banner of revolt against King Pan.
Even the many tribes deep in the mountains came down of their own accord to join the alliance. The world had suffered under the Pan Tribe for far too long!
In a short time, resistance to the Pan Tribe's rule spread across the King Pan Continent.
In fact, this was not the only rebellion on the King Pan Continent.
King Pan had assembled nearly three million troops to encircle and suppress the Black Rock Mountains. With the pressure elsewhere eased, forces resisting the Pan Tribe sprang up on every side.
That was the way of rule by force: