"Gulp..." The Qing Shan Tribe chief swallowed hard, while everyone else stared dumbstruck at the scene before them.
Nothing about the black-clad man's behavior or attitude made any sense to them anymore. They were completely stunned.
Feng Sheng in particular had been brimming with aggression just moments ago, but now he looked like an eggplant wilted by frost, utterly deflated.
His tribesmen might still have believed they had a fighting chance, but he alone understood that if even the black-clad man's strength was no match, then no number of people on their side would make a difference!
Moreover, judging by the black-clad man's current demeanor, he had likely already pledged allegiance to this young man. They could not handle even one of them, so there was no need to even think about facing two.
He was despondent, but also puzzled. Wasn't this black-clad man from the Pu Tian Dynasty? Such people were arrogant beyond measure—how could he have been subdued by someone?
"Go deal with this."
Having come before the crowd, Nie Yun smiled faintly and did not step forward again.
Along the way, he had carefully asked about what had happened. The main reason the Luoshan Tribe had come so openly was because of Fei Tong!
Feng Sheng had seen Fei Tong's strength and knew he had found a mighty backer. That was why he had chosen to strike during the Bonfire Festival, intending to take down the Qing Shan Tribe in one fell swoop and wipe them out completely.
But ideals were plump while reality was gaunt. Though the plan had been meticulous, he had never dreamed that a monster like Nie Yun would appear and crush their operation in an instant.
"Chief Feng Sheng, your Luoshan Tribe and the Qing Shan Tribe both live in these mountains