"We, we are from the Silver Horned Rhinoceros tribe and the Cloud Pattern Tiger tribe …" Sang Tu said nervously, his throat a little dry.
The guard was taken aback, and he turned to look at the other soldier with a questioning look.
"I've never heard of them. The Northern Barren Tribe and the top hundred tribes … I don't think these two tribes exist." The latter thought for a moment and shook his head.
Cloud Leopard had already gotten off the carriage and was following beside Sang Tu. He gulped and said, "We are two small tribes under the jurisdiction of the Earth Dragon tribe. I don't think you've heard of us."
Hearing this, the faces of the two guards sank, and a trace of impatience flashed in their eyes.
"Don't you know what's going on in Ba Huang Mountain and Zhen Huang City?
Why are you here?
You can't come here in the near future. Hurry up and go back to where you came from. "One of them said patiently.
"Sir, we know that the Blood Sacrifice Assembly is going to be held in Ba Huang Mountain. We are here to participate," Sang Tu said hurriedly.
His words caused a burst of laughter from the crowd.
The other group of carriages had also arrived at the entrance of the other gate.
There were seventy to eighty of them, and all of them had sharp horns on their heads. Their faces were like those of apes, and they were all clad in copper armor. They were extremely tall, at least twice as tall as Sang Tu, and their exposed palms were as red as blood. When they looked over, their faces were filled with mockery.
Sang Tu only took a glance at them before hurriedly turning his gaze away. This was because this group was one of the Northern Desolate tribes, the Qing Yuan tribe. They were also one of the most bloodthirsty and combative tribes amongst all the Desolate tribes.
Zhu Yan, one of the eight kings of the Barren Lands, had left behind four children. They gradually evolved into four different tribes. Among them, the one that inherited the most bloodline and was the strongest was the Qing Yuan tribe.
Compared to the discrimination towards the Silver Horned Rhinoceros and Cloud Pattern Tiger tribes, the guards were much more polite towards the Qing Yuan tribe. They did not do any checks and let them pass.
"What are you looking at? Hurry up and leave …" At this moment, the guards at the entrance urged Sang Tu and Cloud Leopard.
"Sir, please forgive us. We have brought the bloodline descendants of one of the eight true spirit kings. We have the right to enter Ba Huang City," Sang Tu said helplessly.
Upon hearing this, the two city guards were clearly taken aback.
"Who do you think you are? How dare you mention the True Spirit King's bloodline?" A thunderous roar sounded from the side.
Hearing that, Sang Tu's heart trembled, and he looked over.
A Qing Yuan clansman with a scar on his face was walking toward them with a face full of anger.
"We …" Sang Tu lowered his head and tried to explain.
However, as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a tightness in his chest, and his entire body was sent flying. He smashed heavily against the thick city wall, and then he slowly slid down while spitting out blood.
Seeing this, Cloud Leopard was just about to go over and help him up when he was directly smacked to the ground by a palm wind.
The Qing Yuan clansman stepped forward and said with a look of disdain, "How can such a lowly race be worthy of inheriting the True Spirit King's bloodline? Isn't this a slap in the face to our * * * Desolate race?"
Cloud Leopard felt like his bile was about to burst out. He whimpered, but couldn't say a single word.
The Qing Yuan clansman's strength was comparable to an Early-stage Primordial Unity cultivator, and they were on a completely different level.
"Damn you, you've tarnished my feet …" The Qing Yuan clansman spat and raised his foot in disgust, as if he was going to stomp Cloud Leopard to death.
There were hundreds and thousands of onlookers, but none of them spoke up to stop him. Instead, they were happy to see this bloody scene.
Sang Tu struggled and was about to rush forward, but he was held back by two soldiers.
"I told you to leave just now, but you didn't. Don't go and die now …" One of them whispered in his ear.
Sang Tu ignored them. His eyes flashed with a blood-red light, and his body suddenly expanded several times. He raised his hand and grasped at the void, and a huge black stone axe appeared in his hand.
However, before he could make a move, the figures of the two city guards suddenly soared. The halberds in their hands crossed and pressed down, gripping Sang Tu's neck as they angrily said, "If you want to die, then die. Don't drag us down."
At this time, the Qing Yuan clansman's foot had already moved from Cloud Leopard's chest to his head. It was obvious that he wanted Cloud Leopard dead.
Seeing that Cloud Leopard was about to die, all the followers of the two tribes fearlessly rushed forward and tried to save their leaders.
However, at this moment, an indifferent voice suddenly came from the beast carriage.
"I dare you to step on it …"
The voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone present. Everyone was startled and looked toward the source of the voice.
"Who is it? Hiding in the carriage and pretending to be a ghost, so I stepped on it. What are you going to do about it?"
The Qing Yuan clansman's movement paused for a moment, and then a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. Then, he stomped on the carriage.
A crackling sound of thunder and lightning could be heard!
A green figure wrapped in silver lightning shot out of the carriage and instantly appeared in front of the Qing Yuan clansman.
Before he could see what was going on, a ball of lightning suddenly exploded.
The Qing Yuan clansman's body felt numb, and he flew back at top speed. He directly smashed into the black city wall, causing the entire wall to shake violently.
Everyone in the surroundings was shocked by this sudden turn of events. One by one, they focused their gazes on the green figure.
It was Han Li. In order to save Cloud Leopard's life, he had no choice but to show himself.
He slowly bent down and helped Cloud Leopard up. He waved his hand and took out a green elixir and handed it to Cloud Leopard. He frowned and looked at the two soldiers who were still holding Sang Tu.
When they saw Han Li's posture, they knew that he was not to be trifled with and quickly let go of him.
Sang Tu hurriedly stumbled back.
Han Li also took out a pill and fed it to Sang Tu. He then turned to look at the Qing Yuan clansman.
The latter was born with a strong physique. Even the thick and heavy city wall, which was reinforced by the formation, had cracks on it. Surprisingly, he did not suffer any injuries. After falling from the wall, he patted the dust off his body and stood steadily.
However, Han Li did not want to make a big deal out of this. He did not use the power of his bloodline to maintain the circulation of his spiritual energy. Instead, he sealed his spiritual energy and stared calmly at the Qing Yuan clansman.
"Thunder Roc Clan … Are those two your subordinates?"
When the Qing Yuan clansman saw this, he was in no hurry to attack. It was obvious that he was somewhat afraid of the Thunder Roc Clan.
Like the Qing Yuan clansman, the Thunder Roc Clan was also a descendant of one of the eight true beasts of the Wilderness, the Sky-roaming Roc. They were also one of the Northern and Desolate Clans. Although their overall strength was slightly inferior to the Qing Yuan clansman, they had a powerful and protective clan leader.
In history, whenever a member of the Thunder Roc Clan's younger generation was bullied, the clan leader would personally come forward to demand justice.
Instead of answering, Han Li calmly asked, "We're just entering the city. There's no need to go this far, is there?"
The Qing Yuan clansman frowned and said, "I know quite a few members of the Thunder Roc Clan. Do you dare to tell me your name?"
"Yes, of course, please …" Han Li ignored him and turned to the two soldiers.
"Yes, of course you can, please …" One of the soldiers nodded and said.
Han Li then waved his hand and the two tribes hurriedly helped Sang Tu and Cloud Leopard onto the beast carriage, intending to enter the city.
"I've never heard of someone like you in the Thunder Roc Clan. Could it be … that you're a bastard from another tribe?
Trash like you doesn't have the right to participate in the gathering. Scram! "
Seeing that Han Li didn't hold him in any regard, the Qing Yuan cultivator flew into a rage and loudly rebuked him.
For the tribes of the Wildlands, bloodline was extremely important. Being called a bastard was something worth risking one's life for.
Han Li wasn't a member of the Savage Tribe, so he didn't feel much of a stir in his heart. He only wanted to smoothly enter Desolate Suppression City before heading to the Eight Desolate Mountains to revive Little White. As such, he didn't grow angry and simply turned around to walk back to the carriage.
But in the eyes of the others, this action was an act of cowardice. Boos rang out from the crowd, and there were even some who joined in, telling the Qing Yuan clansman to scram.
Seeing this, the Qing Yuan clansman became even more complacent. He was certain that Han Li was only a branch of the Thunder Roc Clan. He took a step forward and grabbed at Han Li's back while shouting.
"Bastard!
If you want to enter, you'll have to go through me first. "
As soon as he took a step forward, the black stone floor suddenly ruptured and a huge hand quickly reached out. In the blink of an eye, it arrived at Han Li's back, intending to crush his chest.
Han Li frowned and sighed inwardly. It seemed that he couldn't avoid this.
With that thought, he suddenly turned around and formed an eagle's claw with his fingers. He turned around and grabbed at the Qing Yuan clansman's fist.
The power of his bloodline and the power of his stars erupted at the same time, and bolts of silver lightning surged forth. The silver lightning around his arm formed a huge claw of a lightning roc, which collided with the fist of the Qing Yuan clansman.
"Boom!"
With a deafening explosion, an incomparably powerful gust of wind erupted from between the two of them, sweeping in all directions.
Layers of silver lightning exploded from the center, exploding into balls of lightning the size of fists. They shot out continuously, forcing all the onlookers nearby to retreat step by step.
Some of the wild beasts pulling the carriages were startled and began to roar. The surroundings fell into chaos.
The members of the Qing Yuan race were shocked. The Thunder Roc race was known for their speed, and although they weren't weak, they were still much weaker than the Qing Yuan race. But this guy was using brute force to fight them head-on, and he wasn't at a disadvantage at all. This was a little strange.