Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales The situation on the stage changed so quickly that most of the barbarians could not even react. All they saw was Lang Ang Xiong's arm being cut off and saved by the elder.
"This …"
After the space closed up, everyone looked at each other, not knowing how to react. In each other's eyes, they could see shock and disbelief.
Lang Ang Xiong, the freak that the Barbarian Tribe had trained, had lost and lost an arm.
Crippled.
The freak that the Barbarian Tribe had trained for countless years had been crippled. Thinking about it, the Barbarian Tribe was going to vomit blood.
Without an arm, even if Lang Ang Xiong was not dispirited, his strength would be greatly reduced. He would not be a threat anymore.
"Hua …"
Suddenly, the scene became lively. All of the barbarians' eyes were red as they roared at the sky and beat their chests. They were so excited that they screamed and roared, venting their emotions. In an instant, the clamor was like thunder that could not be stopped.
Ever since Lang Ang Xiong appeared, it was like a mountain was pressing down on their heads, suffocating them and making it hard for them to breathe. Today, this mountain was finally destroyed.
After all, how could they not be happy?
Furthermore, after seeing the Divine Beast Token on Fenghao's waist, many of the Barbarian Tribe members surrounded him and hammered him. Each and every one of them cheered excitedly and did not treat him as an outsider.
However, if it were not for his strong physique, even if he was made of steel, he would have been smashed into a lump.
"Hehe."
Feng Hao also greeted them in a heroic manner. He did not act like an expert, nor did he care about his status.
"Phew …"
The elder sighed in relief and exchanged glances with the five tribe leaders. They all saw the joy in each other's eyes.
This time, the Barbarian Tribe had suffered a great blow.
"Silence."
After watching them bicker for a while, the old priest finally opened his mouth. When the crowd gradually quietened down, he announced, "Let's continue the competition."
The competition continued, but Feng Hao did not participate. Instead, he stood to the side with Huang Tianyun and waited.
"Milord."
Under the old man's command, a guard of the Beast God Hall walked over to Feng Hao's side and called out in a respectful tone.
The strong were respected. The strength that Feng Hao had displayed just now had already won his respect.
"I have something to do."
Feng Hao smiled.
"Lord Priest, please go up."
The guard said respectfully with a fiery look in his eyes.
Even though this man before him wasn't that old, he possessed a terrifying amount of strength. This was something that he couldn't hope to match up to. He could only look up to him.
In the past few years, he had seen the elites of the Revered Clan suffer great losses under Lang Angxiong's hands. How could they be like him, who cut off Lang Angxiong's arm and acted as if nothing had happened? His face was not red, and he was not panting, as if he had done something insignificant.
"Alright."
Feng Hao raised his head and saw the old man smiling kindly at him. He was slightly taken aback, but he soon agreed. He made his way up the Beast God Hall with the guards.
The old man's kindness was due to the battle between him and Lang Angxiong.
Indeed, he had done the Barbarians a great favor and gotten rid of a huge threat. Furthermore, he had the Beast God's Badge. It was nothing for him to treat them as friends. Thus, he didn't think too much about it.
"Master, wait for me."
Huang Tianyun called out as he followed behind him.
This guy was a typical follower. He didn't care if Feng Hao was willing or not, he followed him closely and played the role of a follower and a bodyguard.
On the surface, he appeared to be a Martial Honored Rank 1 Martial Honoured Rank and was easily overlooked. As such, every time he attacked, he would give his enemies a surprise.
"Lord Priest, five Lord Clan Heads."
As they arrived at the Beast God Hall, Feng Hao greeted them politely.
The Tribe Leaders of the Five Honorable Tribes were indeed extraordinary. From them, Feng Hao could feel an aura that was on par with the Palace Master of the Xuantian Palace and Yan Aotian.
Although they had tried their best to suppress their aura, the occasional strand of aura that leaked out was suffocating.
Feng Hao understood that if these people really wanted to kill him, a strand of aura would be enough. In front of them, he was as small as an ant.
"Haha."
The old man opened his mouth and laughed. He held Fenghao's hands with great enthusiasm and said, "This time, it's all thanks to you, little brother. Otherwise, this old man would have been angered to death by those rebels."
"It's nothing, it's nothing."
Feng Hao was a little embarrassed by the old man's compliment and responded politely. However, his unintentional words made the Five Honorable Tribe Leaders feel a tug in their hearts.
It's no trouble at all.
Alright, based on the situation just now, it was indeed nothing. There was no hard battle at all.
After thinking about his special identity, the Five Honorable Tribe Leaders felt relieved and a relaxed smile appeared on their faces.
"I'll go in with you first. I'll leave this place to you."
The old man told the Five Honorable Tribe Leaders before leading Feng Hao and Huang Tianyun into the Beast God Hall.
For Feng Hao, he could not even care about the Hundred Race Tournament.
It was clear how important Feng Hao was to him. Ever since the Sky Martial Continent's old man sent him a message, he had been waiting for this day. It had finally come.
"Greetings, Beast God."
After entering the Beast God Hall, the old man knelt down with a sincere expression. He kowtowed to the statue of the Beast God three times and nine times, carrying out the ceremony.
As for Feng Hao, he was lost in thought as he looked at the pair of eyes that appeared from the mist …
That pair of eyes were sharp and imposing. Normally, no one would dare to look directly at those eyes. However, Fenghao was not afraid. On the contrary, he had always felt that he had seen those eyes before. However, he could not remember where he had seen them before.
"Where have I seen them before?"
Looking straight into the pair of supreme eyes, Fenghao's eyebrows slowly squeezed together, forming the word 'several'.
The Beast God of the Barbarian Tribe was illusory. No one could even remember what it looked like. Hence, the statue of the Beast God did not even have a specific shape. This made people wonder if it had really existed before.
As for Fenghao himself, he strangely felt a sense of familiarity towards those eyes, which made him feel baffled.
If he had really seen the Beast God, how could he not remember it?
"Maybe it's just a little similar."
Feng Hao exhaled and did not think too much about it.
There was no point in thinking about it. If he had really seen it before, he believed that he would definitely remember it one day.
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