Yunsan gulped and said in a loud voice, "May I ask which one of you is Master Fan Qing, the leader of the Ghost Mask Tribe?"
Yunsan was still polite even though he was facing great danger.
A tall middle-aged man walked out from the tens of thousands of Ghost Face Clan warriors. His skin was dark, and his body was covered with scars. He wore a painted devil mask on his face, and there were two black horns on the top of the mask.
Standing in front of Yunsan, Fan Qing spat on the ground and said, "I'm your grandfather, Fan Qing. Why are you looking for me?"
Yunsan was stunned. He bowed and said, "I'm Yunsan, the leader of the Tree God Tribe. Also, I'm the grandson of the first leader of the Tree God Yun family, Yun Yi. I'm not yours."
"Hahahaha!"
The Ghost Mask Tribe warriors laughed out loud. This tribe, which was known for its barbarism, had never seen such a kind and bookish fellow like Yunsan. They treated him like a joke.
Fan Qing clenched his yellow teeth and said, "Yunsan, you're about to die. What do you want to say?"
Yunsan said in a deep voice, "I don't understand. Why did the Ghost Mask Tribe attack us? What did we do wrong? We've always delivered the tributes you asked for on time. Even though my people are starving, we have to ensure the supply of the Ghost Mask Tribe first. "
"But why aren't you willing to abide by the peace agreement? Wiping out the Tree God Tribe won't do you and your people any good, right? "
Fan Qing rubbed his nose again and said in disdain, "Originally, I didn't want to kill weak fellows like you. It's not bad to keep you to help us grow fruit trees. Unfortunately, someone told me a secret, so I decided to kill you."
"Secret?" Yunsan was stunned. He said in confusion, "What secret does the Tree God Tribe have? Everyone knows that we make a living by farming and are only good at taking care of fruit trees. "
Fan Qing waved his hand and said, "Who told me that? You don't have the right to know, but I know now. The two big fellows with you have a very strange background!"
"These two big octopuses are called Aqua Nether. They are predestined creatures from the dark side of the universe. They possess legendary divine power!"
"Like all predestined creatures, the Dark Water Clan is destined to live a miserable life. Their numbers will decrease with each generation, and by the ninth generation, there will only be one Dark Water Clan member left. All the other clansmen will die a violent death."
"However, this Ninth Generation Water Nether will possess the strongest ability of the Destiny Clan!"
"Now, under your care, the Nether Aqua Clan has successfully given birth to the ninth generation, which is also the youngest and strongest in their clan. The game is over. You are so weak, and you do not deserve to have the strongest creature. The ninth generation Nether Aqua will belong to me!"
"You want Xiaobao!?" Yunsan was startled and turned to look at Hong Heqin.
Hong Heqin didn't deny it. It seemed that what Fan Qing said was true.
Back then, the kind-hearted Tree Divinity Race encountered Hong and Qin, who were riddled with scars, and they took them in. As a fated creature, Hong possessed great wisdom, and he quickly became Yunsan's good teacher and helpful friend. They lived in the Tree Divinity Race's territory, where they gave birth to Xiaobao.
To Yunsan, Xiaobao was like his own son!
Tsk!
Fan Qing said disdainfully, "Only idiots like you have the time to give a stupid octopus monster a name! Now, hand over that Water Nether called Xiao Bao. Otherwise, I'll go catch it myself. "
Yunsan felt his whole body tremble, and he asked agitatedly, "What do you plan to do with Xiaobao?"
Fan Qing sneered. "Since he is a fated creature, of course he will be my slave. This is his destiny!"
"The person who told me this said that the predestined creatures had to be slaves to others. They would wander from place to place and live miserable lives. Thinking back to when they betrayed the God of Creation, the God of Creation felt that it was too easy to kill them, so he gave them an even crueler punishment. Every generation of predestined creatures had to accept the judgment of fate, and their numbers became fewer and fewer. Until the last generation, they would bear a fate worse than all the previous generations combined! Then, they will die. "
"Impossible!" Yunsan roared. "Xiaobao is such an obedient child, how can he bear a tragic fate? This is impossible, and it's not fair! "
Pfft!
Fan Qing's face was cold, and he said impatiently, "Only a weakling like you would talk nonsense about fairness and unfairness. There is no such thing as fairness in this world! It all depends on whose fist is harder!
"Why don't you explain to me why you Tree Gods have to starve while the fruits you worked so hard to get are sent to my territory? We are all intelligent races. Why don't you explain to me why it's so easy for me to kill you, but you can't fight back when we are all intelligent races?
"Fairness? That's just a cover for weaklings like you! Powerful beings like us don't like fairness at all! We like bullying you, and now we're going to kill you! Even the Tree Gods you worship will be uprooted today! "
Clap, clap, clap, clap!
As soon as Fan Qing finished, Yunsan and his people were on the verge of despair. Suddenly, the sound of someone clapping came from afar.
Everyone turned around and saw a group of strangers outside the barrier. The leader was quite young, only in his twenties, and he was smiling and clapping innocently. Beside him was a tall old man with a serious look on his face, and his brows were knitted together unhappily.
It was Han Lang and his brothers!
Woo woo ~
Xiao Bao shouted from afar, and Han Lang saw him. Disaster was imminent, so Yunsan arranged for people to hide him in the big tree. When he saw Han Lang, it was as if he had seen his savior. He wanted to rush over, but he was stopped by the people beside him.
Han Lang gave Xiao Bao a look, and then said to his brothers nonchalantly, "Brothers, if you don't like fairness, then let's see who has the harder fist. This is what he said himself. You all heard it clearly, right?
"At first, I thought it would be too cruel to just wipe out a tribe, but since they think so, I don't have any burden in my heart anymore."
Han Lang's joke made everyone burst into laughter, but it also made the Ghost Face Clan's warriors unhappy.
"Which tribe are you from?" Fan Qing said with a dark face. He could feel Sima Hunfeng's strong killing intent, and he was a little uncertain, so he didn't rashly attack Han Lang and the others. After all, he was a super wargod, and the effect of Sima Hunfeng's appearance was like a lion walking out from behind a pack of wolves. It was quite scary.
Han Lang sneered, "We don't belong to any tribe, we are us. Tribes have ranks, there are chiefs, elders, and other high and mighty people, and we are just a group of brothers."
"Look at the guys behind me, they aren't good people, and they aren't my subordinates. We just like to hang out together. Don't look at how they listen to me on the battlefield, when they get home, they all dare to cut me with their blades."
"If you really want to know, I can only tell you that when we brothers are together, we are called Wolf's Fang."
Hearing Han Lang's strange words, Fan Qing didn't understand, and his eyes widened, while Bo Ya and the other brothers felt very happy.
They were never an army or a tribe, but a group of friends, a group of brothers. Everyone was equal, and no one was in charge of anyone. If they were happy, they would be together, and if they were unhappy, they would break up at any time.
Fan Qing had clearly never seen such a loosely organized army, and he didn't believe that such an unruly army would have any fighting strength.
Although Sima Hunfeng was very scary, Fan Qing still didn't put Han Lang and the others in his eyes. After all, Han Lang and the others were few, only a hundred or so people, and most of them were still outside. It was just that after hearing about Xiao Bao's situation, the brothers who stayed at home discussed and felt that they should help, so they came together.
Fan Qing said with a cold face, "I don't care what tribe you are, if you dare to interfere with the Ghost Masked Tribe's affairs, you must die!"
Hualala ~
The Ghost Masked Tribe's warriors, tens of thousands of people, surrounded Han Lang and the others.
Fan Qing kept giving his most capable subordinates a look, meaning that as soon as the battle started, they should first deal with Sima Hunfeng, who was the person he feared the most. Although it was the first time they met, Fan Qing could clearly feel the pressure from Sima Hunfeng's super high rank. As for Han Lang and the others, Fan Qing didn't care.
"Han Lang, this has nothing to do with you! You are outsiders, don't interfere with the tribe's war! Once you make a move, you'll become the enemy of all the tribes! "Yunsan shouted anxiously.
"You want us to stand by and watch? Nonsense! "Han Lang's expression suddenly changed, and he reprimanded Yunsan fiercely." What's so great about being the enemy of the tribe? We brothers fought our way here by stepping on the blood of the Pantheon Corporation! "
"Since we dare to go against the Pantheon Corporation, we dare to go against the tribe! We dare to go against the entire world! "
"If you don't believe me, ask the brothers behind me, do they care?!"
From Bo Ya to Sima Hunfeng, and even Luo Ying, they all looked disdainful. They had fought their way out of the Pantheon Corporation, and they were not even afraid of a behemoth like the Pantheon Corporation, so there was no reason for them to be afraid of these tribes!
Han Lang raised a hand and pointed at Fan Qing, saying loudly, "Let me tell you! There's no such thing as fate in this world! Back then, they all said that Earth was doomed, but I didn't believe it. Today, you said that Xiao Bao is destined to live a miserable life, and I still don't believe it! "
Crack, crack, crack!
Han Lang's right hand slowly opened, and the joints made cracking sounds.
"Three minutes!" Han Lang shouted at Fan Qing, "I only need three minutes, and I'll kill you all!"
Arrogant!
He was arrogant to the bone!
Fan Qing, the Ghost Masked Tribe's leader, had never been threatened like this before. He flew into a rage and ordered his men to charge forward.
Han Lang finally opened his right hand completely and said in a deep voice, "Vanishing Field, open!"
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