Iron Tower stood in front of the camp and looked at Zhao Hai. He was wearing a full set of iron armor. Although it was black, it looked heavy. Iron Tower was 30 years old. He had a square face that looked sharp. Sitting on his horse, he really looked like a black iron tower.
Zhao Hai was wearing grey clothes as he sat on Mottled Bamboo's back. He looked very ordinary. However, no one in the desert dared to look down on him. This was because his nickname wasn't given to him by himself.
There was a very strange situation in the desert. A lot of people's nicknames were given to themselves. Moreover, very few people used their real names in the desert. For example, Spirit Snake wasn't his real name, nobody knew what his real name was. Even Iron Tower wasn't his real name. Spirit Snake, Iron Tower, they were all nicknames that they came up with themselves.
On the other hand, Zhao Hai's nickname wasn't given to him by himself. It was given to him by his enemies. Compared to other people's nicknames, this nickname was worth a lot more money.
Naturally, the most important thing was that everyone knew Zhao Hai's real name. This was very rare in the Grand Desert. This also showed that Zhao Hai's group didn't have any experience. When people asked them, they immediately reported their real names. This was a sign of inexperience.
Iron Tower saw that Zhao Hai didn't speak for a long time. He couldn't help but coldly snort and said, "Crane Field, why did you come today?"
Zhao Hai looked at Tower, then he smiled faintly and said, "It's nothing. Today, I just wanted to discuss with Spirit Snake Village's Chief about the distribution of our spoils of war. I don't know why Third Chief stopped me."
Iron Tower looked at Zhao Hai, then he coldly snorted and said, "Master Tian, do you really mean that?"
Zhao Hai smiled and said, "Naturally, Third Fort Master should know that I returned to the Blade Spirit Nation after the previous matter. The Blade Spirit Nation doesn't want to intervene in the Grand Desert anymore. This time, I didn't come to the Grand Desert for the Sand Tiger Camp, I came here to study the plants. My time in the Grand Desert was too short, I still haven't finished my research. Therefore, I came here to study the plants of the Grand Desert. I heard about this matter as soon as I arrived. I was also entrusted by Fire Fort Master to discuss the distribution of the spoils of war with Fort Master Ling."
Iron Tower looked at Zhao Hai and saw that he didn't seem to be lying. He couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart. However, he still said, "If that's the case, Master Tian, please." Then he turned his horse and gestured to Zhao Hai. Zhao Hai smiled and cupped his fist towards Iron Tower. Then he walked towards Spirit Snake Fort.
Iron Tower followed Zhao Hai. The two quickly arrived at the main tent of the fort. When they arrived at the entrance, Iron Tower turned to Zhao Hai and said, "Master Tian, please wait for a moment. I'll go in and report for you."
Zhao Hai cupped his fist and said, "Thank you for your trouble, Third Chief." Then the two jumped off their horses. Zhao Hai stood beside Ban Zhu while Iron Tower strode into the tent.
Not long after he entered the tent, a voice was heard, "Master Tian, please come in." When Zhao Hai heard this voice, he smiled faintly and walked towards the tent.
Upon entering the tent, Zhao Hai saw a person sitting on a large chair. The chair was very big and had a large snake carved on it. Sitting on the chair was an ordinary old man. This old man wasn't very tall and was very thin. He had a pair of triangular eyes and a goatee. He looked like an ugly farmer.
However, his soul object was a long spear. Moreover, his ferocious reputation in the desert wasn't any less than that of the Blood Skull. This guy was also a master of killing. Moreover, he wasn't like the Blood Skull. The Blood Skull killed a lot of people, but he rarely tortured people. Under normal circumstances, he would directly kill his enemies, and the number of people who were tortured to death by him wasn't a lot.
However, the Spirit Snake was different. This Spirit Snake liked to torture his enemies. He liked to watch his enemies die while screaming. This was the happiest thing for him. Therefore, in the desert, many desert bandits were more afraid of the Spirit Snake than the Blood Skull.
At this moment, the Spirit Snake was staring at Zhao Hai with his triangular eyes. His eyes were cold and had a trace of ridicule. It was like a cat looking at a mouse.
Zhao Hai didn't seem to feel the Spirit Snake's gaze. Instead, he cupped his fist and said, "Tian Crane Grass greets the Spirit Snake Stronghold's Lord."
The Spirit Snake looked at Zhao Hai and didn't say anything. He didn't return Zhao Hai's greeting, nor did he tell Zhao Hai not to be polite. He just looked at Zhao Hai with a face full of ridicule.
When Zhao Hai saw the Spirit Snake's expression, his face couldn't help but sink. Then he withdrew his hand and stood there, staring at the Spirit Snake.
The two of them silently looked at each other. Neither of them moved, neither of them blinked. It was as if they were competing in a game where whoever blinked first would lose.
At first, the rest of the people in the tent were waiting to watch the show. However, slowly, their expressions changed. Staring at each other for so long was not as simple as not blinking. At the same time, it was also a test of one's mental fortitude. After all, mental fortitude often had a lot to do with one's power, especially when one's power had reached their level.
Currently, there were no weaklings in the large tent. Most of them were at the Consolidating Equipment Stage, and the rest were definitely half a step into that realm. Their mental fortitude was extremely strong, and this exchange of glances was like a silent exchange of blows. It was not as simple as a mere exchange of glances, but a clash of auras. None of the people in the tent had expected things to develop to such a stage, and it was truly a surprise to them.
Everyone in the Spiritual Snake Stronghold knew of the Spirit Snake's power, but they did not know much about Zhao Hai's power. Although they had heard some things about Zhao Hai, in truth, they did not really believe it. As such, they had thought that Zhao Hai would quickly be defeated by the Spirit Snake's stare. However, they had not expected that Zhao Hai would actually be able to hold on, and not give in at all, with no signs of being defeated. That was the real reason for their surprise.
As for the other members of the Spiritual Snake Stronghold, they would never have guessed that the Spirit Snake's current situation was far worse than they had imagined. Not only was he unable to gain the upper hand in the staring contest with Zhao Hai, he had even been forced into a disadvantageous position by Zhao Hai. Originally, he had thought that he was a bloodthirsty person, with his eyes filled with killing intent, and any ordinary person would tremble in fear under his gaze. That way, when he met Zhao Hai's stare, he would definitely have the upper hand. At that time, he would be able to easily overwhelm Zhao Hai with his aura.
However, when he met Zhao Hai's eyes and wanted to use his killing intent to overwhelm Zhao Hai, he discovered that he was wrong. He discovered that the killing intent in Zhao Hai's eyes was far beyond his imagination. He felt that Zhao Hai's eyes were glowing red, as if he had been sucked into a strange world. In that world, there was blood everywhere, corpses were everywhere, and countless souls were wailing. That was not hell, but a Grim Reaper standing in that hell, coldly looking at him. Compared to the Grim Reaper, the Spirit Snake was as pure as a little loli wearing a princess dress.
What made the Spirit Snake even more afraid was that he couldn't withdraw his gaze even if he wanted to. It was as if his gaze was being sucked in by the other party. No, it wasn't just his gaze, even his soul was being sucked in by the other party. It was as if he was about to sink into that hell, never to be reincarnated!
In addition to the Spirit Snake, there were also several other Fort Lords of the Spirit Snake Stronghold. On the left and right of Spirit Snake were two strong men. One was Tie Ta, who was wearing black armor. The other was a man wearing leather armor. He wasn't very tall, but he looked very strong. This man looked to be around forty years old. He had a big beard on his face and his eyes were slightly closed, as if he hadn't woken up yet. The soul above his head was a pair of hammers. He was the Second Boss of the Spirit Snake Stronghold, Lei Gong.
Under Lei Gong was a scholar wearing a robe and holding a fan in his hand. He looked very gentle and his skin was white. He looked like a scholar who had read a lot. The soul above his head was an iron fan. He was the Fourth Boss of the Spirit Snake Stronghold, the scholar. His soul was also the most special one. This was because a normal fan could only be considered a soul, but the iron fan was different. The iron fan was a weapon, and a very powerful one at that. Not to mention, he was a Spirit Condensation Realm expert.
The four of them were all Spirit Condensation Realm experts. They were also the mainstays of the Spirit Snake Stronghold. The four of them had different personalities. The Spirit Snake was sinister and murderous. The Lei Gong was gloomy and didn't speak much. No one knew what he was thinking. Tie Ta was a good person, but he had a bad temper and was very murderous. The scholar was resourceful and could be considered the stronghold's military advisor.
The Spirit Snake's situation might not have been noticed by others, but the scholar did. He noticed that the Spirit Snake's eyes were slowly losing focus. It didn't look like he was looking at Zhao Hai. On the contrary, his soul seemed to have flown from his eyes to an unknown place. Moreover, he was experiencing boundless fear.
The scholar was stunned. Then his face changed as he shouted, "Jian 'zi, you dare!" Then he pointed the fan in his hand at Zhao Hai.
"Hahahaha!" Zhao Hai laughed out loud. At the same time, a green light flashed in his hand. In the next moment, the Spirit Snake's soul hadn't completely returned to his body yet. Then Zhao Hai grabbed the scholar's fan and looked at him with disdain. With a wave of his hand, the scholar's body was thrown away by Zhao Hai. Zhao Hai didn't throw the scholar for nothing. With this throw, the scholar's body involuntarily flew towards the Lei Gong. The Lei Gong, who had just stood up and was about to attack Zhao Hai, had no choice but to dodge the scholar's body and miss the opportunity to attack Zhao Hai with Tie Ta.
At this time, Tie Ta, who saw the Spirit Snake's head being cut off, held the golden melon in his hand and threw it at Zhao Hai. At the same time, he roared. Combined with his tall stature, he indeed had an intimidating aura.
Unfortunately, his opponent today was Zhao Hai, a giant who was even taller than him. Just as his golden melon was about to hit Zhao Hai, Zhao Hai didn't retreat. Instead, he moved forward. His body moved and directly appeared in front of Tie Ta. His hands moved and grabbed at Tie Ta.
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