A wave of dizziness washed over him, and then he let out three barks like a dog.
When he came back to his senses, everything that had just happened was vivid in his mind, and he knew it must have been Ye Kunlun playing tricks.
"The King of the Northern Frontier barks quite convincingly," Ye Kunlun teased with a smile. "Your methods of disciplining your subordinates are rather mediocre. Since your subordinate is disobedient, I'll teach him a lesson for you!"
The King of the Northern Frontier trembled with anger, having personally watched his trusted subordinate explode into a bloody mist.
Ye Kunlun was indeed as arrogant and lawless as the rumors said!
"Ye Kunlun, I am the King of the Northern Frontier. To humiliate me like this is to humiliate Shanhet Platform!"
The King of the Northern Frontier glared at Ye Kunlun, wishing he could tear him limb from limb.
Ye Kunlun's gaze turned cold, and he looked at the King of the Northern Frontier with disdain. "Am I really giving you too much face?"
The King of the Northern Frontier's heart skipped a beat.
"Do you believe I dare to kill you?" Ye Kunlun's eyes flashed with killing intent, sending a shiver down the King of the Northern Frontier's spine, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
That's right!
Ye Kunlun had even crippled the King of Black Mountain in the capital.
He held the Shanhe Pendant, granting him the authority to act first and report later. If he were to kill him, Shanhet Platform likely wouldn't say anything!
With that thought, the King of the Northern Frontier broke out in a cold sweat.
He knew he had been reckless, and he knew he had made a grave mistake, thinking that everything would be under his control once he reached the barbarians.
The King of the Northern Frontier quickly calmed himself down.
"Hoo—"
He took a deep breath and forced himself to remain calm. "King Shanhe, I was merely testing you just now. You truly are a pillar of strength for our Huaxia!"
Ye Kunlun almost laughed.
Even at this point, the King of the Northern Frontier was still resorting to such clumsy acting.
Ye Kunlun couldn't be bothered with him. He was here for the barbarians today; the King of the Northern Frontier was an internal matter for Huaxia.
After he dealt with the barbarians, he would have plenty of time to deal with him.
"You get out!"
Ye Kunlun said coldly to the King of the Northern Frontier.
The King of the Northern Frontier glanced at Kui and left the tent silently without a word.
Kui finally came to his senses and burst into laughter. "King Shanhe truly has great spirit."
Ye Kunlun knew that Kui was also someone who wouldn't do anything without a reason.
Moreover, before coming here, Sasha had warned him.
"Patriarch Kui, I'll get straight to the point about my purpose today," Ye Kunlun said, not beating around the bush.
"King Shanhe, speak your mind. We barbarians like directness, not beating around the bush!"
Kui made a gesture of invitation, his tone and attitude having changed from his previous indifference and arrogance.
Clearly, Ye Kunlun's actions in dealing with the King of the Northern Frontier had made him look at Ye Kunlun with new respect.
"As I said before, I can release the power of misfortune, and the barbarians can leave this place." Ye Kunlun reiterated, "I believe that the other members of the barbarian tribe are unaware of this secret, but you, Patriarch Kui, must know, right?"
Kui's expression flickered, and he did not answer Ye Kunlun's question directly.
"The barbarians have been suppressing the power of misfortune with their own blood for thousands or tens of thousands of years? Patriarch Kui must have been fed up for a long time."
"It feels like being kept like livestock here, never having true freedom."
As Ye Kunlun's words continued to pour out, Kui's expression grew increasingly grim.
Because Ye Kunlun's words struck him right where it hurt!
Yes, the barbarians had been suppressing the land of misfortune here for thousands, even tens of thousands, of years, like livestock being penned, remaining here for generations. Every year, they had to offer sacrifices and blood to suppress the power of misfortune!
Why?
Why should the barbarians be penned here like livestock?
Why should they unconditionally suppress the power of misfortune!
Their ancestors could be great and selfless, but he couldn't do it, nor would he allow his people to continue living like slaves, forever living in lies.
Kui's body began to tremble, his eyes gradually turning red, clearly showing that his emotions were running high.
Nalan Mingyue had no idea what Ye Kunlun was planning.
In her subconscious, the power of misfortune absolutely must not be released!
But Ye Kunlun's words, if she put herself in their shoes, she also wouldn't be able to endure being penned here for thousands of years like the barbarians.
This was unfair to the barbarians.
However, once the power of misfortune was released, it wouldn't just be the barbarians who would suffer, but billions of people worldwide!
Nalan Mingyue's mind was in turmoil; she didn't know how to make a choice.
"Yes!"
Kui's eyes were bloodshot, filled with intense hatred. "You are right. We have been penned here for thousands of years, suppressing the power of misfortune with our bloodline for generations."
"And only the successive patriarchs knew about this. We could only watch our people suffer here, unable to do anything."
"The world has long forgotten the sacrifices of the barbarians, as if what we do is our duty..."
At this point, Kui's eyes were filled with hatred. "Why? Why must we live in this godforsaken place for generations?"
Kui gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with a desperate gaze as he looked at Ye Kunlun.
"Therefore, I secretly cooperated with the King of the Northern Frontier. I agreed to help him..."
Here, Kui paused, then after some hesitation, continued, "I agreed to help him seize the Northern Frontier military region, and he promised me that we would be allowed to leave the place where we have lived for generations."
"So, for the past year, you have been frequently harassing the Huaxia border?"
Nalan Mingyue couldn't help but ask.
Kui nodded.
"Damn it!" Nalan Mingyue's eyes flashed with anger. "The King of the Northern Frontier actually did such a thing. Doesn't he know that the barbarian raids have caused many border civilians to become displaced!"
Kui wore a look of indifference on his face. "That's not something I need to worry about. The King of the Northern Frontier said he would handle the aftermath!"
Nalan Mingyue gritted her teeth. She couldn't believe that Wei Cangyun trusted the King of the Northern Frontier so much.
To think that he would do something so despicable.
"I will handle the matters concerning the King of the Northern Frontier myself," Ye Kunlun said again. "As for the barbarian temple, how much do you know? I need you to tell me!"
When Kui heard Ye Kunlun mention the temple, his expression became a little more serious.
"Didn't you scout the temple last night? Did you not find anything?" Kui looked at Ye Kunlun, trying to discern something from his face.
"A giant, strange ancient tree!" Ye Kunlun did not conceal what he had seen in the temple last night.
Upon hearing this, Kui knew Ye Kunlun was not lying.
After a moment of thought, he asked in a deep voice, "Can you truly fulfill your promise to our barbarian tribe?"
"When I, Ye Kunlun, speak, my words are as good as gold!"
Ye Kunlun snorted coldly, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
Kui nodded. "I choose to believe you. As for the temple... I don't actually know much. I only know that the power of misfortune originates from the divine tree, and the divine tree has its own consciousness. It can absorb the power of faith to strengthen itself."
"According to the oral traditions passed down through generations of barbarian patriarchs, the original ancient tree was just a sapling. After tens of thousands of years of growth, it reached its current form."
"And as the power of faith continuously grew stronger, two gods were born within the ancient tree. We call them the Black God and the White God!"
Ye Kunlun's heart stirred. The Black God should be the shadowy figure he saw last night.
As for the White God, he had not yet met him.