The giant Sun hung high in the sky, shedding down an infinite amount of light. It was warm and hot, but to everyone, it felt like winter.
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines, and many of them were already trembling slightly.
What could they do? What happened was far too shocking and far too terrifying. Even though they have been through a lot, they were still in awe.
The result of the totem dropping in level was obvious. The royal tribe was there for all to see. Though it wasn't destroyed, it was only because Ling Xian arrived in time and restored the totem. If it wasn't for that, the royal tribe would've been gone a long time ago.
It wasn't an exaggeration to say that for any tribe, this would be a calamity!
Therefore, why wouldn't everyone be shocked? Why wouldn't they be afraid?
"Ling … Ling Xian, you did this?"
The elder in black stared deadly at Ling Xian. There was hatred and fear in his eyes. Even his teeth were chattering.
Everyone else's reaction was similar.
Even the beast-clad elder and others shifted their gaze towards Ling Xian. Other than shock, they were also fearful.
"What do you think?"
Ling Xian softly smiled. There was no coldness in his smile, yet it chilled the entire place and made everyone feel like they had fallen into an icy hell.
He didn't answer directly. But what he said proved without a doubt that he was the one who did this.
"It really is him?! Unbelievable! "
"Dammit, he can make the totem drop in level. It is no wonder the royal tribe has been reborn. It is no wonder he became the supreme elder of the royal tribe."
"Could it be, this is the special power of the son of a witch?"
Everyone was in awe and they believed this without a doubt.
For one, the reality was right before their eyes. For two, it was because of his identity as the son of a witch.
These three words alone were enough to tell how extraordinary it was. Therefore, everyone believed it without a doubt. Then, they became even more terrified.
If Ling Xian could really make the totem drop in level, then wouldn't their tribe be finished?
"To tell you the truth, I can still use this ability three more times."
Ling Xian glared at everyone. Though he was lying, he appeared to be at ease and at ease.
This caused the crowd to feel even more terrified. In fact, many of them were even trembling.
If Ling Xian said he could use it an unlimited number of times, then no one would believe him. This kind of ability was too heaven-defying. If he could really use it without limit, then who in the Sorcerer Domain could stop him?
Without sacrificing a single soldier, he could become the king of the Sorcerer Region!
Ling Xian knew that nobody would believe him. Therefore, he only said he could use it three times. Not only did this greatly increase the credibility of the story, but it also became more intimidating.
Because this wasn't just sacrificing a few people, but the entire tribe. Let alone three times, even if it was only once, no one would dare to stand out!
Therefore, everyone subconsciously stepped back. Fear was written all over their faces.
This made Ling Xian smile. His smile was bright.
From the very beginning, he had planned to use the power of the pearl to intimidate everyone.
However, this was no different from walking on a tightrope. After all, the pearl could only be used once, and it would disappear after being used. But other than this method, he really could not think of any other way to resolve this crisis.
As it turned out, he succeeded.
Judging from the reactions of the crowd, they were already convinced. In other words, none of them dared to move. Therefore, why wouldn't Ling Xian be ecstatic?
It was the same for the old man and the others.
Honestly speaking, if they were to fight, their chances of winning were minuscule. It could even be said that they would lose for sure. After all, there were 50 seventh leveled cultivators in the alliance. Many of them have lived for thousands of years.
To be able to resolve the conflict so effortlessly made them ecstatic. At the same time, for the first time, the way they looked at Ling Xian was full of respect.
Before, though everyone respected him, it was because he was the son of the Sorcerer Ancestor. If anyone else was the son of the Sorcerer Ancestor, they would respect him as well.
But now, they respected him from the bottom of their hearts. Ling Xian's ability to lower the level of the totem was enough to make everyone respect him!
"What do we do?! We came here together and swore to kill this person. Are we going to run away with our tails between our legs? "
"You ask me? Who am I supposed to ask? Dammit, I can't believe he has such a heaven-defying ability! "
"Could it be fake? Maybe he only used it once?"
"So what if it's fake? Who dares to bet on it? What if he can use it again? Then wouldn't the entire tribe be sacrificed? "
Everyone chimed in. It was obvious that they wanted to retreat.
What could they do? This ability was far too terrifying. Even if it was fake, they didn't dare to bet on it.
"Retreat. I think you know very well that I don't want to kill the innocent. Or else I would've entered the Sorcerer Realm a long time ago."
Ling Xian glanced over everyone, "So, you better not force me."
At those words, everyone fell into silence.
If this was before, they would've mocked him. But now, nobody dared to. They were afraid that if they angered Ling Xian, their own totem would be degraded.
But if they retreat now, they would feel embarrassed and unwilling.
Remember that when they came, they were full of confidence. If they retreat now, where would their face be?
It was easy to predict that these 12 forces would become the laughing stock of the Sorcerer Realm!
Therefore, everyone was wavering and they were in a dilemma.
At this, Ling Xian didn't urge them to leave nor did he encourage them to attack. Because both methods seemed fake.
He stood in the void just like that, like a celestial being that had descended from the heavens. He was otherworldly and carefree.
To everyone, this was a sign of confidence.
Therefore, they were getting more and more fearful. More than half of them were expressing their desire to retreat.
"It's good that you don't want to leave. Just because the Ancestor's son is magnanimous doesn't mean we are magnanimous."
"Exactly. My sword has been unsheathed. How can I not bleed?"
"Come at me. You are merely 49 cultivators. I alone am enough."
The beast-clad elder and others were taunting. Especially the last one, his tone was full of sarcasm.
This made the alliance so angry they wanted to puke blood. Yet they couldn't argue.
If Ling Xian used his heaven-defying ability, they would truly become cultivators of the Dao Realm.
Therefore, everyone was silent. They exchanged glances and saw the desire to retreat in each other's eyes.
"I won't get involved. Goodbye." One person spoke and left in a flash.
Once this precedent was set, everyone wavered even more. They no longer cared about their face and left in a flash. In the blink of an eye, only two people remained.
They were the other two Supreme Elders of the Qing Lei Tribe.
Now that everyone had left, they gritted their teeth and decided to leave as well. However, they were stopped by Ling Xian.
The others could leave because they had no grudges against him and their capabilities were still at the seventh level. Not only did these two have grudges against him, but their capabilities had also dropped to the Dao Realm.
Therefore, why would Ling Xian let them go?
"Don't leave. Leave your lives behind."
Speaking softly, Ling Xian's right hand slammed forward. Terrifying strength crushed through space, shocking the two of them.
Immediately, they attacked with all their might in an attempt to stop this attack.
Sadly, they overestimated themselves.
How could they, who had dropped to the beginning stage of the Dao Realm, stop Ling Xian?
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