654: C654 Lacunar tribe

C654 Lacunar tribe

Inside the Zhuang Clan. Zhuang Fansheng was slightly agitated as he rushed into the secret room that Monarch was training in.

The two Monarch s woke up from their cultivation and looked at Zhuang Fansheng in anticipation. As a Patriarch, Zhuang Fansheng had always been calm and composed, but today he was so excited. Recently, the only thing that could be considered a major event was that.

"Two Ancestor s, Great Clan Elder has sent over the news! He had basically confirmed that the other party had sustained quite a few injuries, but the actual situation was unclear. In addition, they have agreed to give us reinforcements. As to exactly how many expert s are here, we are unsure for now. " Zhuang Fansheng's eyes flickered with excitement as he hurriedly said.

"Alright!" The two Old Man s stood up and shouted, "Since that's the case, we can proceed with our plan now."

"Patriarch, spread the news. In the next era, this Wuyue State will belong to our Zhuang Family!" One of the Old Man s said excitedly.

Zhuang Fansheng nodded fiercely, turned around and left the secret room.

It was unknown when this news had suddenly spread among the various races in Wuyue State.

"Saint of the Devil Falling Valley, the one who had suppressed the entire Mainland for hundreds of years, was already heavily injured and awaiting death.

All of the Tribes who received the news were silent, and did not dare to speculate rashly. None of the Tribes s dared to casually spread this news either. But even so, the news continued to spread like wildfire, as though there was a pair of hands that was able to lead the way, causing the news to quickly spread throughout the entire Wuyue State.

For a moment, all the Tribes quietly fell silent. No one had any reaction to this news, but this quiet Wuyue State, seemed to be incomparably oppressive. Just like before a storm, the silence was terrifying.

Every how long it took, another piece of news would suddenly spread: Young Lord Mo Xing had obtained spirit medicine from the Auction s. This spirit medicine is enough to heal the Black devil king's injuries.

This message seemed to have added a bunch of dried firewood to the already depressing Wuyue State s. Immediately, all of the Tribes couldn't hold it in anymore and began to move.

Countless of Tribes, under the lead of their own clan experts, headed towards the direction of the Sacred Grounds. The name they used was obviously not to stop Mo Xing and the others from returning, but to protect the Young Lord. Of course, their true purpose was unknown.

Although the Wuyue State was somewhat barren, the scenery there was different from the Zhongyuan State. They had passed through countless deserts and plains. Although they did not pass through the city s, it did not seem to be boring.

Just as the group was rushing over, suddenly, a Old Man behind Mo Xing bellowed: "Stop!"

Everyone stopped in their tracks in astonishment, Mo Xing turned and asked, "Honor the Your Excellency? "What's wrong?"

Ye Xiao kept his consciousness spread open, and had long since discovered that there was a group of people rushing towards them. When Old Man opened his mouth, Ye Xiao did the same as well, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"Quite a number of people are rushing towards our direction! The cultivation level of the people is unknown, so let's stop for now! " Old Man frowned, the aura on his body gradually rising.

The two Old Man s protected Ye Xiao and Mo Xing one at the front and one at the back, while the rest of the disciples spread out and were faintly on guard.

After the time it takes to burn an incense stick, a cloud of dust, accompanied by a sound that sounded like the hooves of a horse, quickly rushed towards Ye Xiao and the others.

The eyes of the Black-robed elder at the front narrowed as he shouted, "Who are you!"

As the dust settled, his voice also quieted down. Ye Xiao looked up and saw hundreds of gray-robed people riding on unicorns, standing in front of the crowd.

This unicorn was a type of Origin Beast with a low level, only level three. However, it had exceptional endurance and extremely fast running speed. It was one of the most common mounts amongst all the Tribes s.

A man with a dark complexion lifted his horse and shouted loudly, "Is this Young Lord in front of us?"

Hearing that, Mo Xing was a little taken aback at first, but then he laughed proudly. It was obvious that he was very pleased with himself for his name to be known by some tribes.

"That's me. Which tribe are you from?" Mo Xing asked with a smile.

Ye Xiao frowned, he sized up the group of people in front of him, and his heart was filled with suspicions. This group of people numbered close to a thousand. The man in the lead was an Emperor level powerhouse. The other disciples were mostly at the King Yuan level as well.

With their recent experience of traversing the Wuyue State, such a team was definitely one of the most powerful warriors in all of the Tribes. To have this kind of Soldier, he must be incomparably strong.

Tribes of this kind of strength would never place a Mo Xing in their eyes, nor would they be so respectful.

"We came from the Chi Rong tribe and heard that the Young Lord was passing by here, so we came here to invite you to come and rest at my clan's place!" The emperor level man respectfully shouted.

Just as he was about to speak up, one of the Old Man s behind him said indifferently: "I thanks your Tribes on behalf of him. However, we have a mission on our minds and are in a rush back to the Sacred City, so we can forget about the matter."2

It was obvious that the Old Man sensed that something was amiss and immediately rejected him. Ye Xiao who was at the side, frowned even more. Along the way, he chatted with Mo Xing, as he was very clear about the distribution of the Great Tribes s.

Chi Rong tribe was also one of the great clans of Wuyue State, although Straight Zhuang Family was slightly worse, he was still a famous Tribes. Furthermore, the place Tribes resided was around two to three thousand miles away from where they were currently standing, so there was no reason for them to send elites to welcome Mo Xing.

"This ?" The middle-aged Emperor was startled, then he changed his mind: "Since that's the case, I do not dare to delay your trip, however, there are a lot of small clans along the way, and there are also many wind bandits. Let me escort you all on your way! The Your Excellency s here are powerful so they naturally do not need to fear them, but they can still be immune to their troubles! "

The so called wind pirates were different from the Tribes, they were actually thieves that roamed the Wuyue State. These thieves came and went like the wind, and they were also mysterious, which was why they were called wind thieves.

Although he was only a Thief, he was not weak. It was said that there were tens of thousands of Thieves that could attack the small sized Tribes.

With regards to the fact that Old Man rejected their good intentions, Mo Xing was slightly dissatisfied. However, after hearing Emperor's words, he answered first: "Then, thank you very much for your kind intentions! This young master will remember. "

Behind him, the Old Man opened his mouth, but seeing that Mo Xing agreed, he did not refute. The most important thing was that among these people, the strongest was only a single Emperor. Even if there was any accident, with the cultivation of these two Yuan Emperor s, it would be enough to deal with them!

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