Thud.
Mu Fan landed lightly, his gaze utterly still as he calmly looked at Aiqi Wode ahead.
"Kai Mulle... is dead?"
When someone voiced those words in disbelief, the surviving members of the delegation collectively sucked in a sharp breath.
Kai Mulle, Black Water Tribe's foremost expert, possessed of superb fighting techniques, had actually been brutally beaten to death on the spot with the same short staff!
That meteor-like, earth-shattering blow completely shattered the psychological defenses of the Red Stone and Black Water delegations.
And Kai Mulle's death officially marked the escalation of the conflict.
But when they saw the White Armor Tribe Clan Leader Isaiah's delightedly laughing expression, everyone in the delegation felt their hearts sink without end.
This lion of the White Armor Tribe had apparently made up his mind to completely tear apart relations with the two great tribes.
"Isaiah, we never made a move!" Some of the delegation members already looked utterly dreadful.
"But you came together." Isaiah smiled and waved his hand. The axe-wielding warriors of the White Armor Tribe simultaneously sneered as they surrounded the great tent.
"Alva, I'll leave this place to you." Isaiah patted the shoulder of the tall young man beside him and strode outside with a hearty laugh. "Wonderful, simply wonderful!"
Kai Mulle had harbored no good intentions from the moment he appeared here. Now, his own cleverness had backfired on him.
So what if he had discovered that Isaiah was seriously wounded?
Could he escape?
As he laughed, the wounds on his body split open again and blood seeped out, but Isaiah did not care in the slightest. Instead, he watched the battlefield ahead with surging emotions.
Mu Fan took one step, and Aiqi Wode involuntarily retreated one step.
Suddenly, Aiqi Wode turned and ran, pulling a horn