The square in front of the Beast God Hall in Beast God City was currently filled with Barbarians. All of them were gnashing their teeth and their faces were bright red from holding back their anger. Their eyes were burning with fury and their fists were clenched tightly. Their gazes were all locked onto a single person …
His entire body was dark, and his muscles were like mountains. He was more than two meters tall, and from afar, he looked like a black tower standing on the arena. Below the arena, there were already Berserkers lying on the ground. There were about thirty to forty of them, and only five of them were still standing. However, they were still in a very sorry state. Many of them were still coughing up blood on the ground, and all of them were in a terrible state. Without exception, all of them had lost an arm or a leg, and they were hanging there on their last breaths. The arena was stained with blood, and the stench of blood filled the air, dyeing the place as if it was a real battlefield.
Obviously, an intense battle had just taken place here.
The old man in the attire of a priest, four men, and a woman stood on the platform of the Beast God Hall. Their faces were all very ugly and gloomy.
No one had thought that the Barbarian clan would produce such a monster. Other than possessing the power and talent of the Qilin clan, he actually possessed the demon energy of the Cerberus. If he fought alone, no one in the younger generation of the five venerated clans could be his opponent, which was why he could strut around.
It was clear that he had come to cause trouble. Unfortunately, the priest and the others could not ignore the oracle of the beast god. Otherwise, they would have killed him on the spot long ago.
"Who else dares to fight me?"
The burly man roared. His voice was thunderous and filled with arrogance. His face was twisted and he radiated with a murderous aura. He really did seem like a magical beast that was about to devour someone.
He was the monster of the Barbarian clan, Lang Angxiong.
His words caused all the Berserkers to feel terrible in their hearts. All of them wanted to tear him to shreds, but it was a pity that none of them could do so.
"Let me."
A Berserker who looked like a Guardian Warrior could no longer endure his provocation. He took a huge step forward and rushed onto the stage. He lifted his fist that was as big as a pot, and with a thunderous roar, he hurled it towards the Berserker's head, intending to smash it into pieces.
"Just a piece of trash."
However, Lang Ang Xiong was not afraid at all. His eyes were filled with disdain. When the fist approached, he extended a fist that was one size smaller than the giant warrior and greeted it.
"Boom!"
With a single punch, the Vajra Giant's fist directly exploded. Blood sprayed everywhere, and bone fragments splattered everywhere. He was also blasted away like a cannonball and fell off the arena. He fell to the ground and coughed up blood. Looking at his broken arm, he screamed, spat out blood, and fainted.
"Just a piece of trash."
Lang Ang Xiong purposely stuck out his long tongue and licked the blood on his fist. He sneered at the fainted giant man with disdain.
He was indeed blessed by the heavens as he was specially trained by the Mangu Tribe. In order to obtain a person with the complete demon energy of the Three-headed Hell Hound, the Mangu Tribe had spent countless years and finally succeeded in twenty years.
He was originally a descendant of the Qilin, so he had the gift of strength. Now that he had obtained the demon energy of the Three-headed Hell Hound, he was even more invincible. It could be said that no one in the Barbarian Tribe could defeat him unless the descendant of the Beast God descended. That was why he could be so arrogant.
This was indeed his capital because the Beast God did not leave behind any descendants. Therefore, unless he ascended to the Sacred Level, the younger generation of the Barbarian Tribe would always be suppressed by him.
"Damn it."
The somewhat irascible Qilin Supreme Tribe Leader was filled with rage and his arm was trembling slightly. He really wanted to slap Lang Ang Xiong to death. Unfortunately, apart from the Beast Deity's Oracle, there was also an old man standing beside the arena.
Although this old man might not be a match for the five Venerated Tribe Patriarchs, it was easy for him to take someone away. Therefore, they did not act rashly.
In fact, the average strength of the Mangu Tribe was stronger than the Barbarian Tribe. This was because the Mangu Tribe was the elite of the Barbarian Tribe that betrayed the Barbarian Tribe. After that, they worshiped the Three-headed Hell Hound and possessed demon energy. Therefore, their individual strength was indeed much stronger than the Barbarian Tribe. However, there were not many people in the Mangu Tribe. After a long period of time, there were only a few tens of thousands of people in the tribe. However, they were extremely valiant. If the Barbarian Tribe wanted to exterminate them, the Barbarian Tribe would have to pay a great price. If the other tribes took the opportunity to invade, the Barbarian Tribe would be exterminated.
Therefore, the people of the Mangu Tribe were fearless. They would even challenge the authority of the Barbarian Tribe every year. For so many years, there had always been two winners and two losers. However, this time, a freak like Lang Angxiong appeared in the Mangu Tribe. He directly suppressed the Barbarian Tribe, which led to the current situation.
"I thought that the Barbarian Tribe would be strong. Now, it seems that they are just so-so. They only have an undeserved reputation."
Lang Angxiong's mocking voice resounded in the arena. Looking at the pairs of bloodshot eyes, his heart was filled with joy. He tried his best to belittle the Barbarian Tribe.
"What Beast God? The Divine Hound of Hell is our true God. He can bestow us with supreme demon energy. Look, all of you trash will bow down to my demon energy."
A faint layer of black flame emerged from his body, and even the space around him crackled from the heat. He was talking seductively.
"Shut up."
The old man standing on the high platform couldn't bear it any longer. He opened his mouth to berate Qin Wentian as his aura surged. It was as if the heavens were crashing down from the sky, causing space to ripple like the surface of a lake. Many places were crushed, revealing a pitch-black space. Qin Wentian was on the verge of killing Qin Wentian, but the old man stood in front of the arena, blocking the pressure.
"Hehe …"
The old man let out a sinister laugh and said, "It's easy for us to shut up. You want to prove that the Beast God is stronger than the Divine Hound of Hell? You have to defeat us. If you can't defeat us, doesn't that mean that the Beast God is useless?"
"Bastards, the talent you possess was bestowed by the Lord Beast God. You bunch of ungrateful things, you actually went to rely on that devil dog. When the Lord Beast God returns, he will definitely not let you off lightly."
The White Tiger Tribe's Patriarch opened his eyes wide and shouted. A supreme majestic aura was revealed. Many people on the square knelt down. Almost no one could stand up straight under this majestic aura.
"This is what we were born with. It's not bestowed by anyone."
The old man retorted and said sarcastically, "What a joke. The Barbarian Tribe can't even send one person …"
"Bada."
A soft sound rang out from behind him. He turned around, only to see a green-clothed man standing on the stage.
[Huhu, I've written six chapters. It's 3: 30 in the morning now. I'll continue writing at noon tomorrow. I hope I didn't miss any chapters.]
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