Preaching on the New Continent, Six Thousand Words

"So powerful!" Da Shan cried out. "Then, then, Lord God of Holy Light, if my lord grants me strength, will I be able to defeat those legendary fierce beasts with red souls too?"

Mo Xuan snorted. "You mean Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts? Look at that tiny ambition of yours. Those are nothing. If my lord grants you strength, see the one squatting over there?"

"That Holy Spirit Sky Tiger is Two Hundred Thousand Year. Killing it would only take one slash. If you butchered it, it'd drop a red Spirit Ring with two golden lines, which is what you call a fierce beast's soul."

"One slash! My heavens!" Da Shan could not help crying out again.

A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast was already a legendary existence in his understanding, one that could sweep through their entire Fierce Tiger Tribe by itself.

As for the Two Hundred Thousand Year Beast of Calamity Mo Xuan had just mentioned, he had no concept of it at all.

But Da Shan knew that the burly man over there, who had been trembling the whole time and kneeling obediently, was the "Evil God" the Fierce Tiger Tribe had worshiped for generations.

Being able to behead the Evil God with one slash—wasn't that far too strong?

Da Shan was not the only one who heard those words. Everyone in the Fierce Tiger Tribe heard them too.

When they heard that Da Shan had gained the favor of the God of Light and Undead and become a Divine Soul Warrior, the crowd immediately burst into cheers like a mountain roaring and a sea surging.

Pure Faith Power was born in wave after wave.

This was a revelry.

It was also a grand feast for harvesting Faith Power.

The Fierce Tiger Tribe brought out the dried meat stored by their