How Is This Possible?

Chaos erupted within the Great Xia Tribe.

The soldiers on the city wall looked up at the terrifying Demon King before them and could barely hold their weapons; the more timid ones even fainted from fright.

Even the bravest among them could only cautiously peek half their heads out from behind the parapet.

In the city, countless people were running around like headless flies. The clan chief and the high priest immediately gathered all the clan elders together to discuss how to deal with the Demon King they had never seen before.

"Your Majesty, that demon Demon King's strength is already above mine and the High Priest's. Even if the High Priest and I join forces, we may not be able to defeat him. Let's discuss who should lead the women and children of the tribe to escape from the tribe."

The clan chief got straight to the point from the start.

The high priest, standing to the side, remained silent, instead quietly surveying the assembled elders.

Soon, a chorus of complaints arose from among the elders. "What kind of behavior does that wretched Xia Kang have? We gave him a chance to redeem himself, but not only did he not do so, he has brought such a huge trouble to our Great Xia Tribe."

"Exactly! We should have offered that kid up as a sacrifice to Lord Demon Dragon back then!"

"..."

The clan chief's face turned extremely ugly as he listened to the crowd's discussion. Originally, his position in the clan was Nine Cauldrons, and even the high priest could not rival him. However, his descendants were disappointing, and his most beloved grandson had actually done such a thing, causing him, the clan chief, to lose face.

That's why the elders of the High Priest's lineage are launching an attack at this time. If his lineage doesn't pay some price for this great calamity, it will be difficult to maintain its position in the clan.

"Quiet!"

Seeing that his trusted followers had created enough atmosphere, the high priest stepped forward to clean up the mess.

As expected, the moment he opened his mouth, the entire conference hall fell into complete silence, and all eyes turned to the high priest.

This was the outcome the high priest desired. He slowly said, "Arguing about who is right and who is wrong is pointless now. What we need to do is overcome this crisis."

"We are willing to obey the High Priest's orders."

More than half of the clan elders in the hall chose to stand with the high priest, including several who were considered confidants by the clan leader.

The chieftain was furious at the sight, but he didn't show it. He just watched coldly, secretly noting down all the traitors. Once the Great Xia Tribe had overcome this crisis, he would definitely deal with these traitors properly.

The High Priest smiled and said, "Since everyone trusts me, I will simply state my opinion. As the clan chief said earlier, even if the two of us join forces, we might not be able to defeat that demon Demon King. Therefore, my suggestion is that you, clan chief, lead a portion of the clan's warriors to hold off the Demon King for one hour. After we evacuate Great Xia City, you can then evacuate as well. In this way, the losses of our Great Xia Tribe can be minimized. What do you all think?"

The patriarch's hand hidden under the table has been clenched into a fist. Now he has the urge to beat someone. If the internal strife hadn't started now, the Great Xia Tribe would be destroyed. He wanted to beat the high priest.

The elders of his faction also looked extremely grim; the high priest's suggestion was nothing short of sending them to their deaths.

Before they could even voice their opinions, the fence-sitters in the tribe all chimed in to agree.

"The High Priest is wise."

"This move will indeed minimize the losses to our Great Xia Tribe."

"..."

Just as the clan leader was about to erupt, a loud voice rang out from outside the hall. "Report..."

The loud shout silenced the entire hall instantly. The clan leader then addressed the area Outer Dao, saying, "Come in."

"Promise."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall, bronze-skinned warrior entered. He bowed to the crowd and said, "Greetings, Chieftain, High Priest, and Elders."

No need for formalities.

The clan chief hurriedly asked, "Has the Demon King crossed the river?"

The warrior said, "The chieftain, the Demon King, didn't cross the river. It was Young Master Kang who returned, and he brought back good news."

Bang!

An elder slammed his fist on the table, stood up, and roared, "Xia Hu, how dare you spread false information! The Demon King is already on the other side of the Long River, and you still call it good news! Guards, drag him away and execute him!"

"Wait."

The clan chief still trusted his grandson Xia Kang deep down, and he continued to ask, "Did Kang'er say what the Demon King's origins are?"

Xia Hu said, "Reporting to the clan chief, Young Master Kang said that the Demon King is his uncle-master, and he came on his behalf to convey his master's orders, which are the orders of the new master of Five Elements Mountain."

The moment these words were spoken, the entire hall fell silent. The expressions on everyone's faces in the hall shifted unpredictably. The high priest and his group were like ducks being choked, their faces flushed red, yet they couldn't utter a single word.

Is this really true?

The clan chief, his face beaming with elation, asked, "He knew it! His descendants would never be a useless piece of trash!"

"I, a lowly person, would not dare to deceive you."

Xia Hu couldn't believe the news that Young Master Kang had brought back, but since the Demon King had no intention of attacking the Great Xia Tribe, he brought the news back.

"Okay, okay, okay!"

The clan chief applauded, saying, "Take me to the city wall. Those who wish to go can come with me; those who don't should take their descendants and flee."

After saying this, he took the lead and walked out of the hall, and soon several elders followed him.

Seeing this, the high priest and his group had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow. Although escaping the Great Xia Tribe would give them a chance to survive, they had put in a lot of effort to get the Great Xia Tribe to where it is today, and naturally they were unwilling to give it all up.

Great Xia City, Xia Kang looked helplessly at the soldiers on the city wall. He hadn't expected his martial uncle to put on such a show that the soldiers were too scared to open the city gate.

However, there was one advantage to this: no one saw how disheveled he looked when his martial uncle threw him over. Just thinking about what had happened earlier, Xia Kang felt a pain in his buttocks.

Before long, a group of familiar figures appeared on the city wall.

Xia Kang looked at the people coming from the city wall and quickly bowed, saying, "Grandpa, Kang'er have fulfilled my mission. I met the Ancestor of Body Cultivation and even became his disciple. Now I have come to announce my master's orders."

The chieftain, high priest, and others of the Great Xia Tribe were all stunned upon hearing this, still in shock.

Just then, a sound like Jinglei rang in their ears.

"Xia Kang, you are not representing the Great Xia Tribe now, but the Ancestor of Body Cultivation! How can you bow to these mortals!"

Upon hearing this, everyone present knelt down and bowed to Thunder Qilin, saying, "We pay our respects to the Envoy."

"Um."

After giving a calm reply, Thunder Qilin said with an air of authority, "I have come to the Great Xia Tribe on the orders of the Ancestor of Body Cultivation to convey his decree..."