Chapter 160

A group of warriors clad in animal hides charged forward, spears in hand, their aura fierce and overwhelming.

"Who dares intrude upon our Qingyu Tribe!"

The leader was a massive man, standing two meters tall, his muscles knotted and terrifyingly formidable.

His eyes immediately locked onto Tang Yun standing atop the ruins of the Altar, and the old man kneeling on the ground.

"Chief! You…!" The giant roared, raising his spear and pointing it at Tang Yun, "Who are you? How dare you desecrate our sacred ground!"

Tang Yun's gaze settled on him, a wry smile curling at his lips.

"Desecrate?"

Tang Yun sneered, flicking the Vermilion Bird Feather in his hand, sending a wave of fire rolling outward.

It instantly engulfed the front-line warriors. "This shithole dares call itself sacred?"

The giant watched helplessly as his tribesmen were consumed by flames, their agonized screams filling the air as his eyes instantly turned bloodshot.

He roared, thrusting his spear forward with a whistling rush of wind, aiming straight for Tang Yun's face.

"Foolish." Tang Yun glanced at him with contempt, too lazy to even dodge.

Just as the spear was about to pierce him, Tang Yun's body erupted with a crushing pressure.

The giant was flung backward as if struck by a boulder, crashing to the ground and spitting blood.

The surrounding warriors froze, staring at Tang Yun in terror.

"You maggots dare challenge me?" Tang Yun's eyes flashed with cold steel, the Vermilion Bird Feather in his hand glowing even brighter.

A searing heat washed over them, making the warriors feel their skin would soon burn away.

They retreated in panic, not daring to take another step forward.

The old man scrambled to Tang Yun's feet, pleading desperately, "Mercy, great lord! They are innocent!"

"Innocent?" Tang Yun sneered. "They invaded my territory and dared attack me—what's innocent about that?"

The old man trembled violently, too terrified to speak again.

Tang Yun's gaze swept over them all, finally settling on the giant. "What's your name?"

The giant struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from his lips, and growled, "Man-Bull!"

"Man-Bull?" Tang Yun repeated, intrigued. "A fitting name."

He paused, then continued, "I'll spare your lives—but you must submit to me."

Man-Bull's face turned ashen. "A man would rather die than be humiliated! The warriors of the Qingyu Tribe die free, never enslaved!"

"Oh?" Tang Yun raised an eyebrow, a mocking glint in his eyes. "Let's see just how hard your bones really are."

He flicked the Vermilion Bird Feather, sending a thin line of fire that instantly reduced Man-Bull's left arm to charred ash.

"Ahh!" Man-Bull screamed, rolling on the ground clutching his severed limb.

The surrounding warriors were utterly terrified, falling to their knees and shouting, "We submit! Great lord, spare us!"

Only Man-Bull remained, gritting his teeth, refusing to yield.

"You've got some spine," Tang Yun said, standing over Man-Bull.

"But you really think this will make me spare you?"

He raised his foot and stomped down hard on Man-Bull's chest—the sound of cracking ribs echoed sharply.

"I'll give you one last chance: submit, or die?"

Man-Bull's face twisted in agony, yet he still refused to bow his head.

"I… would rather die… than submit!"

Tang Yun's eyes flickered with impatience, about to end him.

Suddenly, his Chaotic Dao Body began to violently tremble.

Black energy surged from within him, forming strange patterns across his face.

"What's happening?" Tang Yun's heart jolted; he froze mid-motion.

In the Live Stream Room, viewers noticed Tang Yun's anomaly.

"What's wrong with Cloud God?"

"His face… it's turning black!"

"Holy shit! Is he losing control?"

…

The Barrage fell silent, save for a few scattered messages: "Cloud God, hold on."

Far away, Leng Yue had located the entrance to Four Symbols Valley—but was blocked by an invisible barrier she could not penetrate.

Her eyes reddened with panic as she pounded against the barrier, whispering, "Tang Yun, hold on! I'm coming to save you!"

The black energy spread like a parasite, engulfing Tang Yun's entire body, forming a Yin-Yang Fish Pattern across his skin.

Intense pain made him grunt, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Man-Bull saw this and a spark of hope flashed in his eyes—he struggled to rise.

But his body was utterly powerless; he could only watch helplessly as Tang Yun writhed in agony.

"Great lord… are you alright?"

The old man asked timidly, his voice laced with worry—but mostly with Fear.

He didn't know what was happening to Tang Yun, but instinctively sensed a deadly aura.

Tang Yun ignored the old man, eyes clenched shut, teeth gritted, fighting to control the wild energy within.

The Yin-Yang Fish Pattern spun violently on his body, as if trying to devour him.

Viewers in the Live Stream Room held their breath, too terrified to speak.

The Barrage was blank, save for a few feeble messages: "Cloud God, keep going," "Cloud God, hold on."

Just when everyone thought Tang Yun was about to give out, he suddenly opened his eyes.

His originally pitch-black pupils had now turned into an eerie one-gold-one-red, like two spinning gemstones, radiating an intimidating light.

The Yin-Yang Fish Pattern on his body also stopped spinning, lying quietly against his skin like a tattoo.

"The current me…" Tang Yun's voice was low and hoarse, carrying an indescribable pressure of authority, "can see the flow trajectory of energy."

He slowly raised his right hand, pointing at the giant vines coiled around the tribe.

Those vines that had been wildly attacking the tribe suddenly, as if drawn by some force, sharply reversed direction and swept toward the black-clothed men.

"Ah! What is this?"

"Help! Help me!"

The black-clothed men were caught off guard by the sudden attack, instantly bound into zongzi by the vines, unable to move.

They struggled in terror, only to find that the more they struggled the tighter it got, as if they would be strangled to death in the next second.

The tribe's warriors were all dumbfounded, staring blankly at the scene before them as if they were dreaming.

The vines that had been ferociously menacing moments ago had now become their saviors, binding the enemies up tightly.

"Lord… it's as if a deity descended upon us!"

A warrior muttered to himself, his eyes filled with awe.

The other warriors also came to their senses one after another, dropping to their knees and worshipping Tang Yun with bowed heads.

Tang Yun paid no heed to their worship. He walked up to a black-clothed man bound into a zongzi, crouched down, and crushed the communicator on the man's body.

With a crisp "Crack!", a cold, sinister laugh came through the communicator.