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"These are the representatives of the surrounding eleven tribes. They are also our guests …" The small eyed elder was even more slippery than before as he signaled with his eyes towards the two of them. The pole looked at the group of arrogant fellows with a sideways glance before coldly snorting and loudly said, "I'm going over there, you have to watch over these people. Once the three claws come back, one less you can explain it to yourself …"

With a ripping sound, he pulled out a trail of blood, and the sackcloth covered in dead flesh and pus was still under his feet. Anyone who saw the real face of the pole would step back, and even the familiar broken teeth would be scared. Although he had also seen blood, and had killed people, the pole's appearance was too terrifying.

There was no skin, no eyelids, not even half a lip, revealing teeth mixed with blood. Even a piece of muscle on the cheekbone without skin was torn off, revealing the ghastly bones underneath. How was this a person? They were obviously evil spirits that had returned from hell.

"Teeth Cracking …" When he saw Grandma, a happy expression appeared on his face, and he hurried over. The Second Elder did not stay for long, and after greeting the envoys from the other tribes, he chased after them, thinking that it was necessary for him to improve his attitude.

"Hmph, what's so special about that? Wasn't he injured like this by someone?" The brawny man saw that no one was paying attention to him so he turned around and said to the people around him. At this time, no one replied to him. Even though the Black Claw Tribe was in ruins and they had warriors like him, they were still not to be trifled with.

"Our goal is to test the Black Claw Tribe and see if it is possible to annex them. We can't let any accidents happen..." The person hiding in the deepest part of the crowd warned.

"So what if one or two hate people? This time, both the armours and the Black Claw were wounded, and it was a good time to annex them. The barbarians or something, we don't need to worry about them at all. "They are weeds in the wilderness, they will never be able to kill them all."

The brawny man spat and said disdainfully. He stared at the woman in the line greedily and muttered, "I have yet to taste the taste of a barbarian's woman …"

"Don't go cause trouble, didn't you hear what that guy said? What kind of three-clawed property is this? Judging from his respectful attitude, he must be a very powerful person …" Another person reminded. The sturdy man originally wanted to say something, but when he heard the others say so, he was immediately unconvinced. He could be considered a powerful opponent, but which of the three claws was it?

"What are you afraid of? What's so great about a tribe that even the desolate people fear? "I've had these women's scents a lot today …" "I've always had these women's scents today …" "With that, the beast with canine teeth pushed away a few servants who held onto wooden spears, reached out to grab the biggest chest and fattest woman, then grabbed the baby in her hand and threw it away like a shot.

Under the strange and respectful gazes of the tribe warriors and servants, the people who had just returned to the tribe walked towards the crowd gathered in the square. The entire tribe knew that he had been appointed as the Great Elder, but he was not yet sixteen years old.

Just as the mountain passed by the warrior of the tribe, he saw a package flying towards him. He was confused, but just as he was about to land on the ground, he suddenly shot out like a cheetah and caught the baby in midair. The baby fell to the ground and began to cry.

It almost made the whole square echo, and it also made the women and children in the team panic. The next moment, Feng Feng saw a man flying towards him again, he was the slave of the team, the man in the air had a broken cervical spine, his head was swung around with the movement of his body, and he landed on the ground with a thud.

The dead servant's corpse was smashed in the middle of the crowd, the people who were frightened by the corpse started to panic, running around like headless flies, and there were even servants who screamed in panic, "They want to kill us, they want to kill us …"

The chaos was exacerbated by this, and the anger in Feng Feiyun's heart reached the top of his head. Was this forcing him to kill someone?

The one who wanted to kill was naturally the one who caused this mess. At this moment, the fury in Feng Feiyun's heart had completely destroyed his rationality. No matter who it was, the person who had made a move on him was his enemy.

"Kill kill kill kill kill, each kill count, we can't live, and they're not easy to kill either …" A servant with red eyes thrusted his spear towards the peak. Feng Ji was quick to grab the spear's head, but he was pushed back. He shouted in a panic: "Your eyes are blind!"

When the servant heard the familiar voice, he was stunned for a moment. He immediately saw who it was and threw away the spear and shouted, "Master is back! Master is here! Master will help me …"

When there is hope, people will not take the risk. In their hearts, the peak will not abandon them even in the most difficult times, and it will not happen now.

More people recognized the peak and shouted together, "Master is here, master is here!"

The Horde Warriors who were about to come over saw the chaotic crowd quieten down once again. They couldn't help but look at Feng Feiyun in a different light. They didn't expect him to have such a high position among these people.

"Child, my child …" After everything quieted down, the cries of the woman who had lost her child were heard by the mountain. As he walked over, the crowd parted to reveal a muscular man who was carrying the woman away, holding onto the throat of a slave.

The servant was one of the two people who stopped him. One of them was killed and thrown out, while the other one probably wanted to demonstrate his strength, so he didn't break his throat and just dragged on the ground like a dead dog. The servant tried his best to break the man's right hand, trying to get some air to pull back his tongue.

The sturdy man proudly looked at the others, he did not care about how many of his personal slaves he killed, he just wanted this effect, using worthless prisoners to test Hei Zha's attitude, and the black claws would never fall out for these prisoners, just as he was enjoying his fruits, the panic behind him suddenly calmed down, making him very confused, he couldn't help but turn around.

"Er …" "Hehe." The slave's struggling became smaller and smaller, making him lose his playful attitude. He couldn't help but tighten his grip, wanting to strangle the slave to death. But at this moment, someone grabbed his wrist, and he couldn't help but curse: "Who dares to spoil my plans?"

He had just finished cursing when his right hand suddenly felt numb. He had no choice but to give away his palm. The next moment, a "pa" sound rang out and his palm and wrist dislocated. Before he could understand what had happened, he heard a crisp cracking sound.

At the same time, he also saw his own deformed and twisted arm. Before he could even open his mouth to say no, he heard the crisp sound of bones, and all the joints on his arm had been ripped apart, and they hung there like noodles.

Throwing away his arm, his body was burning with rage. He moved to the other side of the burly man, grabbed the burly man's elbow and lifted him onto the platform. The woman who was being carried whizzed away, not caring if the woman would fall down until her face was swollen, his thumb pressed down on the burly man's hamstring. As beads of sweat the size of soybeans continuously oozed out of his forehead, Chu Feng released his grip on his arm and shifted his gaze to his legs.

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