Chapter 570

The medicine shaman's face stiffened, for although he was a shaman, he truly could not represent the entire Orvine Tribe.

But at this moment, facing a shaman of a small tribe, one cannot naturally retreat; he immediately sneered: "If facing a super tribe, I naturally cannot represent the tribe, but your Snow Moon Tribe is just a small tribe, and we Orvine Tribe still do not take it to heart."

Wu Yue, don't think that because you have a super tribe backing you, you dare challenge the dignity of another super tribe; that will make you pay a heavy price, after all, the super tribe protecting you is not always able to guard you.

"Hehe, medicine shaman, this old guy's skin is really thick, daring to say in front of me that you can represent the entire Orvine Tribe?"

The healing shaman's mocking voice sounded, and he slowly walked forward: "I dare not say I can represent the entire Kuma Tribe."

The medicine shaman gave a cold snort: "How can you compare with me? I am currently representing the tribe in handling the affairs of Linhe Forest, what are you?"

Moreover, I am now speaking with the people of this small tribe, and you, a shaman of the Kuma Tribe, always jump out to do what?

Could it be that you have betrayed the Kuma Tribe and become a shaman of the Snow Moon Tribe?

The healing shaman's old face turned black: "You old thing, cut the hot air here!"

"Shaman, you'd better not waste your breath on him."

Wu Yue stepped forward to stop the healing shaman from continuing his verbal spat with the medicine shaman.

Then she coldly looked at the large beastskin bag at the medicine shaman's feet, the familiar scent continually emanating from the bag made her anger flare: "Medicine shaman, hand over that beastskin bag at your feet."

The medicine shaman's face stiffened, and he coldly snorted: "Wu Yue, is this how your tribe's trade fair treats those who come to exchange? The items in this beastskin bag are what we obtained through barter."

Wu Yue coldly glanced at a pile of various-sized beastskins not far from the stone platform: "Just those ragged things? Medicine shaman, you must not have woken up yet; you better hand it over quickly, or else the Orvine Tribe might have to replace a shaman to take charge of the Linhe Forest affairs here."

Beside him, the healing shaman's hand trembled, and he couldn't help touching his own chin; at that very moment, he even felt his chin about to be scared off.

This Wu Yue is indeed somewhat arrogant, daring to speak to a shaman like that, an existence that could pinch her to death in a split second.

Compared to the healing shaman's shock, the medicine shaman at this moment was burning with anger.

"Lowlife, you actually dare to speak to a respected shaman like that; I will make you pay the price."

Saying that, he waved his hand and released a stream of shamanic power toward Wu Yue.

"Host, the word 'lowlife' appears again, and this shameless old coot actually launched a sneak attack."

That mighty shamanic power surge came, and the healing shaman beside also changed expression slightly.

He secretly lamented that the medicine shaman's old coot's strength had actually increased again.

Having accumulated shamanic power in his hand, he stepped forward to prepare to block, but saw Wu Yue beside him gripping her shamanic staff and stepping forward.

The healing shaman exclaimed in alarm: "Wu Yue, you are no match for this old coot, retreat quickly!"

Feeling the healing shaman's anxiety, Wu Yue's heart warmed slightly; although initially both sides had been interacting with purpose, after swearing an oath on the altar, as their relationship drew closer, they gained some genuine feeling.

She tilted her head and smiled: "Shaman, since we dare to come out, we must have some means."

As her words fell, she lightly tapped the ground with her shamanic staff, and a transparent barrier instantly condensed before everyone; the medicine shaman's mighty surge of shamanic power, upon touching the barrier, instantly seemed to be shattered by something, turning into specks of shamanic light that drifted down, looking actually quite beautiful.

Everyone: "..."

Was it that the medicine shaman underestimated the enemy, or had Wu Yue concealed her strength...

At this moment, the least surprised by this scene were the medicine shaman and the healing shaman; this transparent barrier was something they were extremely familiar with.

The medicine shaman's strike missed, and looking at that barrier that had once saved his tribe's people, he felt some gritting of teeth.

"Wu Yue, although I cannot break your shamanic power barrier, you also dare not face me head-on; let the contents of this beastskin bag serve as the price for your rudeness toward the shaman."

He wore a provocative expression, with a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth.

Thinking that the items inside this beastskin bag could be exchanged for many good things if taken back, his mood improved somewhat.

His gaze toward Wu Yue grew increasingly mocking.

"Host, take him on, this old coot is too arrogant; even Tongzi can't stand it!"

The short-statured Tongzi was bouncing about in the system space, his resentful little appearance making Wu Yue's lips curl up.

"Wu Yue, can you still laugh?"

Upon hearing that, Wu Yue looked at the medicine shaman's wrinkled old face: "I never expected that a shaman of a great super tribe would do such a shameless thing, even trying to seize the belongings of our small tribe."

She shook her head and sighed lightly: "Since you are shameless, I need not give you face."

Upon hearing this, the tribespeople around trembled, their feet shaking, and they retreated several steps with a swish, instantly making the battlefield much more spacious.

She tapped the ground again with her shamanic staff, and the barrier that had been blocking everyone instantly vanished.

Wu Yue raised her shamanic staff once more and began to chant softly.

"You, a mere little shaman, dare to cast shamanic arts without any defense before this shaman of mine, hahaha!"

The medicine shaman laughed loudly, shamanic light flaring in his hand, without needing to chant shamanic words, he again unleashed a surge of shamanic power even greater and mightier than before.

"Go die!"

Looking at that surge of shamanic power rapidly rushing toward Wu Yue, the pure humans and beastman warriors around were all shaken by the immense pressure accompanying the surge, their faces turning deathly pale; even some weaker pure humans thumped to the ground, their legs going weak as they knelt.

The healing shaman's party, who had already been signaled by Wu Yue to step aside, and Yuan Lang and his companions also felt their hearts tighten involuntarily.

The medicine shaman gleefully watched the still-closed-eyes, softly chanting female figure, thinking it a pity—such a lovely female was about to serve the beast god...

"What?"

Just as the shamanic power surge was about to strike Wu Yue's body, the next moment her movement made everyone's jaws drop; the healing shaman even staggered, nearly tripping himself.

Everyone rubbed their eyes in disbelief: "Am I seeing things?"

His companion beside him, face wooden: "I've braced my knees, just to see this?"

Only then did they see that the eyes-closed, softly chanting Wu Yue, at the exact moment the medicine shaman's shamanic power surge reached her, calmly bent her knees slightly and then lightly leapt to the side...

to the side...

side...