Ancient Iron Zheng Mountain, the Fire Dragon Tribe!

Several burly men of the Wandering Cloud Tribe turned their gazes toward the elder. In the end, Yun Xiao, mounted on the great striped tiger, spoke.

"Elder, Yun Yang and Yun He came here to spar in the first place. Now the Qingyang Clan has carried them off, and after a fight at that. Could this deal them a blow?"

"It is of no consequence. If the men of our Wandering Cloud Tribe cannot weather wind and frost, how can they hold up the tribe?"

The elder shook his head, and divine radiance suddenly shot from his cloudy eyes.

"If those two children truly prove to be like that, they will never be able to support those who preserve our Surging Cloud legacy. At most, the tribe will shelter them for the rest of their lives and let them live in peace!"

Beneath Golden Eagle Cliff, Yun Caiyue, surrounded by the gazes of her tribesmen, awoke from regulating her breathing. Under everyone's scrutiny, her eyes held not a trace of shyness, only a hint of wildness and murderous resolve.

At that moment, even the burly men around her instinctively turned their heads away. Her presence was too overpowering!

A girl in her teens made these veterans who fought across the Great Wilderness feel overshadowed. It was an intangible presence that stood directly above them, invisible yet real.

Even though they knew perfectly well that the girl before them could not yet compare with them in martial cultivation, that presence had already taken shape. She was the most gifted person the Wandering Cloud Tribe had produced in centuries.

"Elder, Uncle Xiao, if Qingyang really did this, I will rescue Yun Yang and Yun He when the time comes. Even if their fighting spirit has suffered a blow, whoever shattered it, I will take them to win it back from that person. The men of the Wandering Cloud Tribe should stand tall enough to hold up heaven and earth. Wherever they fall, they should rise again!"

At that moment, murderous resolve flashed in Yun Caiyue's eyes. Though she was a girl, she carried a valiant presence that made the men around her nod.

There was no shame in rising where one had fallen. The real shame lay in never recovering from a setback. Which man of the Great Wilderness had not fought bathed in blood and fled through ancient forests countless times? As for being frightened, who had not experienced it?

"Yun Yang and Yun He are the most outstanding tribesmen our Wandering Cloud Tribe has today. At the peak of Body Forging, their strength already exceeded thirteen thousand jin. Once they open their repositories, they will certainly be formidable fighters in the tribe. I will be going to La Mountain in the future, so the tribe needs them to protect it."

Yun Caiyue spoke lightly, yet the burly men around her, including the elder, all nodded at her words without the slightest doubt.

The Azure Moon Physique would surely make its name resound throughout La Mountain in the future!

There was no room for doubt!

She would become the glory of the Wandering Cloud Tribe. Just like those legends of the Ancient Land of La Mountain, a legend belonging to Yun Caiyue would be passed down across this land.

When that time came, the Wandering Cloud Tribe of the Ancient Land of La Mountain would likewise become renowned far and wide!

"Elder, let us set out and meet up with the other tribes. Let us see who among this generation of the neighboring tribes is a match for me, Yun Caiyue!"

"My path lies in La Mountain. If I cannot sweep aside even these outlying lands, how can I enter the Ancient City of La Mountain?"

"Set out! We will meet up with the Golden Spear Clan and the Inkstone Mountain Tribe!"

The rugged man mounted on the great striped, winged tiger shouted. At once, the other warriors swung onto their Scale-Horned Horses and let out howls, roaring as they headed northeast of Golden Eagle Cliff!

Qingyang Mountain, the Golden Spear Clan, the Fire Dragon Tribe, the Inkstone Mountain Tribe-the place where the five tribes would gather. The men of the Wandering Cloud Tribe erupted with savage presence as they punched through the ancient forest, excitement in their eyes. Here, the name of Surging Cloud would begin to resound throughout the Ancient Land of La Mountain!

East of Qingyang Mountain, something like a fire dragon wound through the depths of the ancient forest. It was a party of over a dozen people, all clad in fiery-red leather armor, like flames blazing through the ancient forest!

There were two youths among them, clad in fiery armor. One carried a cracked white bone on his back, fully half a zhang long, which completely covered his body from behind.

The other had a tiger's back and a bear's waist. Even his fiery-red leather armor could not contain his surging blood Qi, and he was like a moving furnace.

The party raced wildly onward-indeed, they simply charged straight through everything. Whether ancient trees or vicious beasts that failed to escape in time, everything in their path was smashed to pieces.

"I heard Yan Qiong of the Inkstone Mountain Tribe advanced to the Divine Repository realm, and now he thinks he can lord it over our five tribes. He can keep dreaming his grand dreams! With our Fire Dragon Tribe here, how could his Inkstone Mountain Tribe have a turn to run wild?"

"I heard that little wench from the Wandering Cloud Tribe awakened her ancestral bloodline and formed a special physique. This time, we will make her understand that the Great Wilderness is a place where men reign supreme!"

Two wild voices rang out from the middle of the party!

"Hurry. We must reach Iron Zheng Mountain by sunset and meet up with the other tribes." A slightly aged voice sounded from the very front of the party.

Iron Zheng Mountain lay one hundred and thirty li southeast of the Qingyang Mountain Range. It was named for its resemblance to the Zheng Beast, a ferocious ancient beast. Over a dozen people had already gathered at its foot: the members of the Inkstone Mountain Tribe.

"Brother Yun Mu, it seems you are late!"

Standing atop a rock ten zhang high, Yan Muya called out loudly.

"Younger Brother Muya, our Wandering Cloud Tribe is several thousand li away. Even if these old bones could fly, I could not arrive in an instant!"

Yet before the two elders' words had finished, a fierce shout rang out beneath Iron Zheng Mountain.

"Yan Hu of Inkstone Mountain! Does the Wandering Cloud Tribe dare fight?" A dark figure darted out from beneath Iron Zheng Mountain, heading toward the approaching Wandering Cloud Tribe.

"You are not worthy!"

A girl's sharp cry immediately rang out from the Wandering Cloud Tribe. Silver light flashed as though an azure moon hung in the sky. The youth who had just approached their party flew sideways, vomiting blood. A bloody gash slashed diagonally across his chest, extending from his shoulder to below his abdomen, deep enough to expose bone.

A youth following behind the Inkstone Mountain elder wore purple robes and toyed with a white finger bone in his hand. A cold gleam instantly flashed in his eyes, but at that very moment, the Inkstone Mountain elder stopped him.

"Younger Brother Yan, our young chief has a rather fiery temper. Please forgive her, please forgive her!"

Elder Yun Mu's voice followed. He merely glanced at the Inkstone Mountain youth who had fallen to the ground before withdrawing his gaze. Though he apologized, anyone could see that he lacked the slightest sincerity.

"What a disgrace!"

At Yan Muya's signal, one of the Inkstone Mountain Tribe's guards quickly picked up the youth, took a beast-hide pouch from his robes, applied the powder inside to the wound, and began bandaging him!

And so, beneath the angry glares of the Inkstone Mountain warriors, the Wandering Cloud warriors established themselves close by to one side. Wildness flashed in the eyes of the men from both tribes as they stared at one another. Had their respective elders not restrained them, they might well have come to blows.

Rumble!

At that very moment, the ancient forest to the east seemed to burst into roaring flames. Surging blood Qi howled like thunder, and the people of both tribes raised their eyes to look.

Fiery-red armor spread like fire clouds blotting out the sky. It was the Fire Dragon Tribe!

"Old Yun, Old Yan, you arrived quite early. It seems you truly cannot wait to knock Qingyang down a peg this time!"

The rough voice boomed like thunder. A tall figure rode a Qilin-Horned Horse. Though his face was somewhat aged, his straight-backed body stood like a spear driven into the earth, and his savage blood Qi shook the ancient forest until it hummed!