“We, we are from the Silver Horn Rhino Tribe and the Cloud Pattern Tiger Tribe…” Sang Tu’s throat was a little dry, and he said somewhat nervously.

The guard at the city gate was stunned upon hearing this, turned his head to look at another soldier, and cast a questioning look.

“Never heard of them. Among the Sixteen Great Wilderness Clans and the top hundred tribes… I don’t think there are these two tribes.” The latter thought for a moment, shook his head, and said.

“We are two small tribes under the jurisdiction of the Earth Dragon Tribe. You probably haven’t heard of us.” Yun Bao had already gotten out of the beast-drawn carriage, followed Sang Tu’s side, swallowed his saliva, and said.

Upon hearing this, the faces of the two city gate guards sank, and a trace of impatience flashed in their eyes.

“Don’t you know what’s going on in Zhenhuang City and Bahuang Mountain recently? Why are you here to add to the chaos? This is not a place you can come to recently. Quickly go back where you came from.” One of them said patiently.

“Your Excellency, we know that the Blood Sacrifice Assembly is going to be held in Bahuang Mountain, and we are here to participate in the grand event.” Sang Tu said quickly.

As soon as he said this, it immediately aroused a burst of laughter from all around.

Another convoy adjacent to them had also arrived at the adjacent gate.

There were seventy or eighty people in the convoy, all born with pointed horns and monkey-like faces. They were all wearing red copper armor, and they were very tall, twice as tall as Sang Tu. Their exposed palms were blood red, and they looked at this side with a look of mockery.

Sang Tu just glanced at them and quickly moved his gaze away, because this team was the Qing Yuan Tribe, one of the Sixteen Great Wilderness Clans, and also one of the most bloodthirsty and combative races among all the barbaric tribes.

Back then, Zhu Yan, one of the Eight Barren Kings, left behind four descendants, which gradually evolved into four different tribes. The one that inherited the most of his bloodline and was the most powerful was the Qing Yuan Tribe in front of him.

Compared to the discrimination against the Silver Horn Rhino and Cloud Pattern Tiger Tribes, the city gate guards were much more polite to the Qing Yuan Tribe. They let them pass without any inspection at all.

“What are you still looking at? Leave quickly…” At this time, the city gate guard at this gate also urged Sang Tu and the others.

“Your Excellency, please forgive us. We have brought the descendants of the bloodline of one of the Eight True Spirit Kings and are qualified to enter Zhenhuang City.” Sang Tu said helplessly.

Upon hearing this, the two city gate guards were obviously stunned for a moment.

“What kind of stuff is worthy of mentioning the bloodline of the True Spirit King?” At this moment, a roar like thunder suddenly sounded from the side.

Sang Tu’s heart trembled upon hearing this, and he looked over there.

He saw a Qing Yuan tribesman with a scarred face walking over here in large strides, his face full of anger.

“We…” Sang Tu hurriedly lowered his head and defended.

However, as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a stuffiness in his chest, and his whole body had already flown backwards, heavily hitting the thick city wall, and then slowly sliding down, spitting out blood.

Seeing this, Yun Bao just wanted to go over and help him up, but was directly slapped to the ground by a palm wind.

The Qing Yuan tribesman stepped on him with one foot, his face full of contempt, and said, “This kind of third-rate small clan is also worthy of inheriting the bloodline of the True Spirit King. Isn’t this slapping the faces of our Sixteen Great Wilderness Clans?”

Yun Bao only felt that the bile was about to be crushed out, and he groaned in his mouth, but he couldn’t say a word.

The Qing Yuan tribesman’s strength was comparable to that of an early-stage Taiyi cultivator, and they were not in the same dimension at all, so they couldn’t compete at all.

“Damn guy, defiled my feet…” The Qing Yuan tribesman spat, lifted his foot with a look of disgust, and was about to stomp Yun Bao to death.

Hundreds of people around were watching, but no one spoke out to stop him. On the contrary, they were somewhat happy to see this bloody scene.

Sang Tu struggled and was about to rush up, but was held back by two soldiers.

“We told you to leave just now, don’t go to your death now…” One of them whispered in his ear.

Sang Tu ignored it, and a bloody light flashed in his eyes. His body suddenly soared several times in size, and he raised his hand and made a fist in the void. A huge black stone axe appeared out of thin air and was held in his hand.

However, before he could make any move, the two city gate guards suddenly soared in size, and the halberds in their hands crossed and pressed down, stuck on Sang Tu’s neck, and roared, “If you want to die, then die, don’t drag us down.”

At this time, the Qing Yuan’s foot had already fallen heavily, moving from Yun Bao’s chest to his head, making it clear that he wanted him to die.

Seeing that Yun Bao was about to die, all the followers of the two tribes were not afraid of death and wanted to rush up to save their leaders.

However, at this moment, a faint voice suddenly came from the beast-drawn carriage:

“Dare to try stepping on him…”

The voice was not loud, but it clearly entered the ears of everyone present, causing everyone to be stunned and look over.

“Who is it, hiding in the carriage and pretending to be a ghost? I’ll step on him, so what?”

The Qing Yuan tribesman’s movements paused slightly, and then a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he stomped down heavily.

Only a “crackling” sound of thunder and lightning was heard!

A cyan figure wrapped in silver lightning shot out of the carriage, instantly arriving in front of the Qing Yuan tribesman.

Before he could see what happened, a ball of thunder light suddenly exploded.

The Qing Yuan tribesman’s body flew back at high speed in a burst of numbness, directly hitting the black city wall, causing the entire city wall to shake violently.

Everyone around was shocked by this sudden scene and focused their attention on the cyan figure.

It was naturally Han Li. To save Yun Bao’s life, he had no choice but to show himself.

He slowly bent down, helped Yun Bao up, waved his hand and took out a cyan pill and handed it to the latter, frowning and looking at the two soldiers who were still holding Sang Tu.

As soon as they saw Han Li’s posture, they knew that he was not easy to mess with, and quickly let go.

Sang Tu also staggered back.

Han Li also took out a bullet, gave it to Sang Tu, and turned his gaze to the Qing Yuan tribesman.

The latter was naturally physically strong, and the thick city wall, which was originally blessed by the formation, had been cracked, but he was not injured at all. After falling from the wall, he patted the dust on his body and stood firm.

However, Han Li didn’t want to make things worse, and he didn’t really use the power of the bloodline to maintain operation, but almost sealed off the immortal spiritual power fluctuations on his body. He also looked indifferent and stared at the other party.

“The Thunder Peng Clan… are those two your subordinates?” Seeing this, the Qing Yuan tribesman didn’t rush to act again. He was obviously a little afraid of the Thunder Peng Clan, and asked.

Like the Qing Yuan Clan, the Thunder Peng Clan was also a descendant of You Tian Kun Peng, one of the Eight True Spirits of the Barrens, and was also among the Sixteen Great Barren Clans. Although the overall strength was slightly inferior to their Qing Yuan Clan, there was a strong and very protective patriarch in the clan.

In history, there were quite a few things about this patriarch personally going to the door to seek justice if the juniors he valued in the Thunder Peng Clan were bullied.

“We’re just entering the city, there’s no need to go to this point, right?” Han Li didn’t answer, and asked calmly.

“I know a lot of people in the Thunder Peng Clan. Dare to tell me, what’s your name?” The Qing Yuan tribesman frowned and said.

“Can we enter the city now?” Han Li ignored him and turned to ask the two soldiers.

“Yes, of course, please…” One of the soldiers nodded quickly and said quickly.

Han Li then waved his hand, and the people of the two tribes quickly helped Sang Tu and Yun Bao into the beast-drawn carriage, planning to enter the city.

“I’ve never heard of anyone like you in the Thunder Peng Clan. Could it be… a hybrid from a tribe that has been separated? You’re not qualified to participate in the grand event. Get back where you came from.” Seeing that Han Li didn’t take him seriously at all, the Qing Yuan tribesman finally became furious and shouted loudly.

For the various tribes in the Barrens, the matter of bloodline is extremely important. Being called a “hybrid” to one’s face is already something worth risking one’s life for.

Han Li was not a barbaric race in the first place, so he didn’t feel much when he was told this. He just wanted to enter Zhenhuang City smoothly, and then go to Bahuang Mountain to wake up Little White, so he still didn’t get angry, but turned around and walked towards the carriage.

But this move of his was seen by others as a real admission of cowardice, so there was a burst of boos around, and many people even followed suit, telling them to go back.

Seeing this, the Qing Yuan tribesman became even more proud, and he was convinced that Han Li was just a partial bloodline split from the Thunder Peng Clan, and then stepped out and grabbed towards Han Li’s back, shouting:

“You bastard! If you want to enter this gate, you have to pass me first.”

When he stepped out, the ground paved with black stone suddenly cracked, and a giant hand quickly protruded, instantly reaching the position behind Han Li’s heart, and was about to crush his chest.

Han Li frowned slightly and sighed in his heart. It seemed that he couldn’t avoid it.

As soon as the thought arose in his mind, his figure suddenly turned, and his five fingers slightly curved into the shape of an eagle’s claw, and he turned around and grabbed towards the Qing Yuan tribesman’s fist.

The power of his bloodline and the power of the stars exploded at the same time, and silver lightning surged wildly. The silver electric filaments outside his arm condensed into a huge Thunder Peng hook claw, and collided with the Qing Yuan tribesman’s fist.

"Boom"

Under a deafening explosion, an extremely strong force erupted from the middle of the two people and swept in all directions.

Layers of silver electric light exploded from the center, bursting out balls of spherical lightning the size of fists, constantly flying outward, forcing all the onlookers nearby to retreat.

Some of the beasts pulling the vehicles were frightened and roared and agitated, and the surroundings fell into chaos.

The Qing Yuan tribesman was shocked in his heart. The Thunder Peng Clan was often known for their speed. Although their strength was not weak, they were much inferior to their Qing Yuan Clan, but the guy in front of him came up and confronted him head-on with strength, and he didn’t lose any ground at all. It was really strange?