Chapter 569

He looked at Wu Yue standing there with a mocking gaze: "Shaman Moon, just let your tribe's Beastman Warriors go back; it's not easy for a small tribe to produce a Gold-tier Beastman, if he dies here it would be bad."

Tsk tsk tsk, you old geezer really are getting uglier with age, and your Huoteng Tribe folks are really getting more and more annoying. Shaman Moon, I guess you once saved that bunch of little guys from your tribe, I heard one of them is still your old geezer's grandson, and now you're making things difficult for the Snow Moon Tribe here, really shameless.

The Healing Shaman stood beside Wu Yue and unleashed a barrage at the Medicine Shaman.

The Medicine Shaman only then noticed the Healing Shaman; seeing that familiar old face, his mood instantly turned ugly.

You old geezer actually came too? How come? Your Kuma Tribe is supposed to be a super tribe, so why ally with such a weak tribe? Don't you tribe have any shamans or beastfolk?

The two were trading insults when suddenly a shrill scream rang in their ears.

Everyone's hearts jumped; they turned to see that just moments ago the arrogantly overbearing Huoteng Tribe Beastman Warrior was now clutching his leg, lying on the ground wailing, his ashen face dripping with large beads of sweat that fell to the ground, a picture of agony.

Meanwhile, the Snow Moon Tribe Beastman Warrior who had just been mocked and looked down upon by the Medicine Shaman was now helping the half-beast who had been leaning against the stone platform to walk over to Shaman Moon's side.

Everyone involuntarily looked toward the Medicine Shaman standing aside; his complexion had turned as dark as possible.

Everyone couldn't help but look admiringly at the white-haired beastman.

To dare injure his clansmen in front of a shaman really takes guts.

Doesn't this Snow Moon Tribe Beastman Warrior fear the shaman's wrath?

"A mere lowly beastman from a small tribe dares to injure our mighty super tribe's beastman warriors; I'll make you know the consequences of offending a super tribe."

Having been mocked by Wu Yue yesterday and slapped in the face today by a weak tribe's beastman warrior, the Medicine Shaman's already bad mood instantly worsened; he immediately waved his hand and decided to give Yuan Lang a lesson.

"Our clansmen are injured; what are you still doing here? The super tribe's dignity cannot be challenged—go capture that person and bring him back; I will punish him myself."

"Yes, shaman."

The few beastman warriors behind the Medicine Shaman, hearing this, sharply gazed at the white-haired beastman warrior already standing before Shaman Moon and all charged at him, completely ignoring Wu Yue standing behind Yuan Lang.

He's just a shaman; in the super tribe he's as ordinary as a gold-tier beastman warrior, and besides, he's not even their Huoteng Tribe's shaman—these beastman warriors didn't even regard him.

If they accidentally injure that weak shaman in battle, it's only because she isn't protected by the Beast God; their own shaman actually dislikes this Snow Moon Tribe's shaman.

Facing the three beastman warriors charging at him with fierce momentum, Yuan Lang twitched the fingers at his side and curled his lips into a cold smile.

When he had just knocked down that Huoteng Tribe beastman warrior, he had already tried the moon-given blessing; he used only ten percent of his strength to block the opponent's attack and even broke the opponent's injurious leg.

So facing the three beastman warriors charging at him, he felt no panic at all, even somewhat anticipating.

"Haha, weak little guy, go die!"

The Beastfolk who charged first clenched a fist as big as a stone pot, and the force of his swing even kicked up gusts of wind, heading straight for Yuan Lang's face.

As the Beastfolk threw his punch, a second Beastfolk lunged forward, his whip‑like long leg cracking through the air toward Yuan Lang's waist; if that whip kick landed, an ordinary Beastfolk's spine would likely snap.

The third Beastfolk followed close behind, his hands curled into claws, a cold light flashing as he grabbed for Yuan Lang's back.

The three golden‑rank Beastfolk moved with astonishing speed; to the onlookers from the surrounding tribes, only a few blurry shadows seemed to flash past, and the Snow Moon Tribe's Beastman Warrior was already caught in the attacks of the Huo Teng Tribe's Beastman Warriors.

"Attacks come from front, back, and sides—there's simply no way to dodge; Yuan Lang is in danger."

The Maji clan chief frowned and muttered lowly, his heart filled with worry and anger.

He was on good terms with the Snow Moon Tribe; seeing the Huo Teng Tribe bully them like this made him somewhat indignant, and at the same time he realized his own tribe's strength was even inferior to the Snow Moon Tribe's—if these super‑tribes came after them, he probably wouldn't even get a chance to fight back.

He couldn't help resenting his own lowly strength.

"Shaman Sir Wu Yue, have you had some trouble with the Huo Teng Tribe? If not, I could speak to the Medicine Shaman Sir—after all, they're a super‑tribe."

The Dongsang clan chief watched as Yuan Lang was besieged by the three golden‑rank Beastfolk; though he felt stifled, he also knew his own strength was weak, and when there was no way to resist, lowering his head and yielding was necessary.

Wu Yue shook his head: "The Dongsang clan chief doesn't know; we Snow Moon Tribe haven't done anything—this Medicine Shaman is simply going too far."

"Roar!"

"Watch out!"

"Howl!"

Everyone stared agape at the scene before them, having expected the Huo Teng Tribe's three golden‑rank Beastfolk to utterly crush the Snow Moon Tribe's Beastman Warrior with absolute strength; instead, amid the crowd's gasps, they were flung away like rotten wood, accompanied by the trio's miserable screams and a series of sickening bone‑cracking sounds.

"What!"

Not only the Medicine Shaman, but even the Healing Shaman standing beside Wu Yue and the Kuma Tribe Beastman Warriors behind him were all stunned.

He glanced at the three Huo Teng Tribe Beastman Warriors wailing miserably on the ground, then at the Snow Moon Tribe Beastman Warrior standing calm and steady at the front, his clothes hardly ruffled.

The Healing Shaman couldn't help but look up at the sky, wondering if he hadn't yet woken up.

When did a newly breakthrough golden‑rank Beastfolk become this badass?

"It seems the Beastman Warriors at the Medicine Shaman's side aren't strong enough to teach us a lesson; I think you should return what you took, so we don't have to waste our Beastman Warriors' strength."

Wu Yue looked at the Medicine Shaman's grim face and spoke coldly, not intending to give the other side any face at all.

His tribe's Beastman Warriors were having their bones broken one by one, and the Medicine Shaman was expending his inner shaman power to heal them.

Upon hearing Wu Yue's words, the hand channeling shaman power trembled involuntarily; he had never imagined that, as a shaman of a super‑tribe, he would one day be mocked by a shaman of a tiny tribe.

"Wu Yue, you're amazing—your Snow Moon Tribe is amazing! Have you really decided to become enemies with our Huo Teng Tribe?"

Looking at the Medicine Shaman's hateful old face, Wu Yue also gave a cold smile and replied, "Medicine Shaman, can your words now speak for the whole Huo Teng Tribe?"