Young Sovereign. This was how they described Feng Hao, the rising star of the Human Race. With a cultivation of the Third Order Saint Realm, he had defeated the person in charge of the Wildflame Clan, who possessed an Ancient Bloodline and was at the peak of the Ninth Order Saint Realm. This ability was enough for him to stand proudly in the world.
Compared to the cheers from the human race, the Wildflame Clan's camp was deathly silent, and it was suffused with a strand of an anxious and sorrowful aura.
Looking at their leader, who had fainted and was on his last breath, they fell into silence.
Defeated.
This was something that no one had expected. They had mobilized a total of five peerless experts at the peak of the Ninth Order Saint Realm with Ancient Bloodline, but they still suffered a crushing defeat. This was a fact that they could not accept. In front of them, there was only darkness, and no light could be seen.
This might be an announcement that their Wildflame Clan was about to be defeated, because there was no expert in their clan that could resist Feng Hao.
Apart from the Human Race, the leaders of the other clans fell into deep thought.
Those who did not offend the Human Race were naturally rejoicing in their hearts, while those who had grudges with the Human Race were extremely distressed, thinking about how to resolve this grudge.
This was because the Human Race possessed the Nuwa Stone. No matter how big of a blow they suffered, they would still be able to preserve their foundation. As long as Fenghao didn't die, he would sooner or later become a supreme expert in this world. At that time, he would be invincible and no one would be able to stop him.
This was a secret that almost all the higher-ups of the clans present knew. It could be said that the majority of the clans that had grudges with the Human Race did so because they coveted the Nuwa Stone of the Human Race, or wanted to enslave the Human Race.
With such a motive, who could ask for forgiveness from the Human Race?
Especially the higher-ups of the Shaman Spirit Clan, their faces were extremely ugly, as if they had eaten a fly.
If there was a clan that had the deepest grudge with the Human Race, then it would definitely be the Shaman Spirit Clan.
Over the years, it was unknown how many young geniuses of the Human Race had been harmed. Moreover, the suppression of the Human Race had never stopped.
If the Human Race really wanted to take revenge, then they would definitely be the first target.
They were well aware of this, which was why they were depressed.
When the person in charge of the Wizard Spirit Clan cast his gaze towards the camp of the Wildflame Clan, he found that the morale of the originally powerful allies was low, even worse than his own camp.
"Sigh …"
Letting out a soft sigh, the person in charge of the Shaman Spirit Clan called over one of his trusted subordinates and whispered a few words in his ears. The latter quietly left and didn't even pass through the Barbaric Flame Clan's camp.
…
"Mang Yan Clan, who else dares to fight me?"
Feng Hao's indifferent voice resounded throughout the entire space. There wasn't the slightest bit of emotion in his voice, and it was terrifyingly cold, causing others to feel as if they'd fallen into a cold pit. Their hearts trembled because of it, and they weren't able to summon the will to resist it.
Everyone knew that he was currently furious. The things that the person in charge of the Wildflame Clan had done in order to force him out made him want to destroy the Wildflame Clan at all costs.
It was absolutely unforgivable.
His voice reverberated for a long time, yet no one dared to respond. The Wildflame Clan's camp fell into deathly silence, and it was even to the extent that they didn't dare look directly at Fenghao's icy cold eyes. It was like the attitude mortals had towards a god that stood high above them.
It couldn't be blasphemed.
He repeated it three times, but there was still no response from the Wildflame Clan. The upper echelons of the Wildflame Clan gnashed their teeth and wanted to charge forward, but they were stopped by the young Divine Master of the Wildflame Clan.
He knew very well that no one in his camp was a match for Feng Hao. If they went forward, they would only be sending themselves to their deaths.
These were the elites of the Wildflame Clan, and he couldn't afford to lose them. If the two clans went to war, there wouldn't be any soldiers to use.
But at this moment, because of Feng Hao's incessant hooting on the stage, everyone from the Wildflame Clan felt as if there was a mountain pressing down on their heads. Even breathing was difficult, and they could only cast hopeful gazes at the Divine Master standing in the middle of the camp.
The feeling of being the center of attention made him want to dig a hole and hide in it. He was too ashamed to face anyone.
That's right, he couldn't recklessly charge onto the stage like Feng Hao, and then make a breakthrough and reverse the situation.
That was just a fool's dream. Not to mention that he couldn't make a breakthrough, even if he could, how could he, who was only a Saint-level Seventh Tribulation Eighth Stage, have the strength to reverse the situation?
"Bastard."
Looking at Feng Hao, who was showing off on the stage, he gnashed his teeth so hard that they were about to shatter. It could be said that he hated Feng Hao to the bone, and he couldn't wait to tear Feng Hao into a thousand pieces.
However, he, who didn't want to die, could only endure this humiliation. He stood on the spot, and from the corner of his eyes, he glanced at a figure on the high stage.
It was one of the founding elders of the Wildflame Clan, and he was also the person in charge of the previous generation. His strength was tyrannical, and he had already reached the peak of the Saint Level a few thousand years ago. After a few thousand years of accumulation, although he hadn't taken the final step, he was definitely at the peak of the Saint Level.
Under his gaze, the eyes of the founding elder on the high stage flickered with a struggle. After pondering for a long time, he finally made a decision.
"Tower Master."
The founding elder of the Wildflame Clan called out to the white-haired old man in front of him in a rather respectful tone.
"Have you thought it through?"
The white-haired old man seemed to have already guessed what he wanted to do. His twinkling eyes were filled with the light of wisdom.
"I've thought it through."
Glancing at the pairs of eyes in the distance that were filled with anticipation, the founding elder of the Wildflame Clan nodded seriously.
"Very well."
The white-haired old man did not stop him. Instead, he loudly announced, "From this moment onwards, you are no longer a founding elder of the Hundred Clan Tower."
"Understood, Tower Master."
He extended his hand and took out the jade pendant that represented the Grand Elder. After respectfully placing it in the hands of a guard that walked over, he retreated.
No one was surprised by his announcement. If he still did not make a move, the Wildflame Clan might lose.
"I'll fight."
After getting off the high stage, he loudly announced. At the same time, everyone understood that he had already lost his identity as a founding elder of the Hundred Clan Tower.
Everyone in the Hundred Clan Tower had to remain neutral. They could not lean towards any side, or they would lose their credibility.
That was the rule.
"Hmph."
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