Du Xiang and Mu Bai were mortal enemies who would never rest until one of them died. How could he plead meekly with Mu Bai for the sake of three tribesmen? Yet as the tribe's Clan Patriarch, he absolutely could not let three of his people be executed in public!
"You brat, how vicious you are! Today, I'll grant your wish. Just pray you never fall into my hands!"
Enraged, Du Xiang flicked his hand and sent out three streaks of golden light, instantly taking the three men's lives.
"Let's go!"
Du Xiang swept his broad sleeve and ordered his tribesmen to leave.
"Wait!" Mu Bai shouted, stopping them. "This matter hasn't been settled yet. How can you leave just like that?"
"Hmph! Those three have already paid with their lives. What more do you want, brat?"
"You said your tribe discovered this soul crystal mine, so it should belong to your tribe. If you leave just like that, what are we supposed to do with these soul crystal deposits?"
Mu Bai gave Du Xiang a meaningful look, leaving him unsure what scheme this little scoundrel was plotting now. Wu Tai did not believe Mu Bai would simply award the soul crystal mine to the Eastern Nether Great Tribe, either.
"What do you want?"
"Confiscation!" Mu Bai's smile vanished as he spoke coldly. "Your Eastern Nether Tribe will be responsible for mining it. If anyone pockets any for themselves, the entire tribe will be killed!"
"You, you..." As though thunder had crashed down from the heavens, Du Xiang was so furious and rattled that he could not help coughing up a mouthful of blood. "In your dreams!"
With a fierce shout and a savage expression, Du Xiang could no longer bear this humiliation. He unleashed the formidable pressure of a