In Du Xiang's view, the Eastern Nether Great Tribe would surely be the greatest winner in both rounds of competition and plunder.
"Clan Patriarch Du Xiang, you are older than both Xing Mu and me, yet you still haven't learned to keep a calm and level mind!"
With the contest for the inner residence about to begin, sparks of anger flew between the three tribes' mighty Xiu Zun present. Seeing Du Xiang mock Mu Bai's team of four, Wu Tai immediately fired back.
"Hmph, you're no spring chicken yourself. Is wagging your tongue still all you can do? When the results are announced, you'll be slapped in the face!"
Having spoken, Du Xiang turned toward his tribe's young Divine Cultivator, Du Tian. Du Tian nodded in response, wearing a composed smile, seemingly certain of victory.
"Enough, you two. Don't spoil our harmony. Since everyone has arrived, let each team announce its results, so we can enter the inner residence sooner."
Xing Mu soothed their tempers, worried that the two would start fighting before they even entered the inner residence and ruin the real purpose of this trip.
"Eastern Nether Great Tribe, Du Tian's team: three high-tier Soul Soldiers acquired."
Du Tian-his name alone carried peerless dominance, enough to make heaven itself tremble three times. Du Tian stepped forward, releasing his powerful Divine Sense to suspend three high-tier Soul Soldiers before him: a soul bow, a battle halberd, and a set of meteor hammers. All were formidable offensive Soul Soldiers, drawing endless exclamations from the crowd.
Du Tian's smugness was written all over his face; he was confident no other team could achieve such results. Du Xiang was even more pleased. After all, Du Tian represented not only the Eastern Nether Great Tribe but was also his own grandson by direct