Chapter 2716: People definitely have to be handed over

The Iron Peak Tribe's old and young, from the start to now, have shown extreme arrogance.

Whether before the Fire Spirit Tribe or the Flame Martial Tribe, they wore a haughty look, not taking these two major tribes seriously at all.

This is normal, after all, the Iron Peak Tribe is already one of the several strongest tribes within the Barbarian God Tribe.

By contrast, the Fire Spirit Tribe and the Flame Martial Tribe are merely ordinary, not even on the same level.

Thus, when facing the Fire Spirit Tribe and the Flame Martial Tribe, the old and young of the Iron Peak Tribe feel a deep‑seated sense of superiority.

The elder spoke, thinking he had already promised the Fire Spirit Tribe a satisfactory explanation, and the Flame Martial Tribe could not possibly refuse.

Having given them this step down, the Flame Martial Tribe must obediently take it.

As for those human cultivators, there's nothing more to say—they must be handed over.

What the elder didn't expect was that, upon hearing his words, the Flame Martial Tribe's Elder Clan Chief, though slightly startled for a moment, immediately shook his head and refused.

He showed not a hint of hesitation.

Seeing this, the elder was slightly taken aback, then his eyes gradually turned cold as he spoke.

"What did you say?"

"I said, hand over the people—then there's nothing to discuss."

"Do you want to die?"

Obviously, he hadn't expected the Flame Martial Tribe's people to dare refuse him, especially over a batch of human cultivators.

What do those human cultivators have to do with your Flame Martial Tribe? I'm telling you to hand them over—what's there to refuse?

However, faced with the elder's icy threat, the Elder Clan Chief remained unmoved.

The elder didn't know that, while other matters might still be negotiable with the Flame Martial Tribe, once Ye Zhangqing is involved, there's nothing to discuss.

Handing over the people is absolutely impossible—no need to think about it further.

The other Flame Martial Tribe members felt the same; they had no objection to the Elder Clan Chief's decision.

Noticing the Flame Martial Tribe's strange behavior, the elder frowned, suspicious in his heart—this made no sense.

Nevertheless, his habitual arrogance prompted him to coldly shout.

"Are you Flame Martial Tribe members sure you want to die?"

"Or do you think that with the Tree Ghosts of the Black Mist Forest helping you, you can stand against my Iron Peak Tribe?"

The Tree Ghosts of the Black Mist Forest are indeed formidable, but for the Iron Peak Tribe, a tribe of such strength among the Barbarian God Tribe, they are still not enough to worry about.

Still trying to use power to suppress others, forcing the Flame Martial Tribe to bow their heads—this tactic obviously doesn't work.

At the same time, Ye Zhangqing and the others standing in the crowd wore strange expressions.

From the elder's earlier words, they learned that the Iron Peak Tribe had captured a batch of human cultivators.

Although their exact identities cannot be confirmed now, it is certain they are companions who entered the Barbarian God Tribe Divine Realm together.

After searching hard for so long, they finally have a clue; Ye Zhangqing and the others naturally won't just give up.

They need to figure out how to rescue the people; as for where to start, the elder and youth before them...

Their gaze toward the elder and youth changed somewhat—these two aren't the best choice, are they?

Meanwhile, the elder on the other side continued to threaten the Flame Martial Tribe members.

Ye Zhangqing had already given Tianlin a look, and Tianlin, understanding, went to the Elder Clan Chief's side and spoke softly.

"Elder Clan Chief, may we have a word?"

Hearing this, the Elder Clan Chief startled, unconsciously glanced at Ye Zhangqing, saw him nod, then silently retreated with Tianlin to the rear of the crowd.

Seeing this, the elder felt suspicious—what are they planning now?

After talking with Tianlin, Ye Zhangqing's intention became clear: first capture this elder and youth, then negotiate with the Iron Peak Tribe for an exchange.

Storming the Iron Peak Tribe is unrealistic, and there's no guarantee they won't be driven to kill to silence us.

Thus, exchanging hostages is obviously the best approach.

But upon hearing Tianlin's words, the Elder Clan Chief's expression turned strange.

"You brat, are you crazy? That old coot is an elder of the Iron Peak Tribe—you want me to detain him?"

"Senior, we just want to save the people."

"You know that in front of the Iron Peak Tribe, our Flame Martial Tribe is nothing but a shrimp—you want me to provoke them?"

"Senior, a chance to order a dish."

"This isn't a matter of eating or not—you know what this entails..."

"Two times."

"Do you know how strong the Iron Peak Tribe is? I..."

"Three times."

"Even with the Black Mist Forest's Tree Ghosts added, we..."

"Ten days—I told Zhangqing that after we succeed, let the senior eat his fill for ten days."

"What's the Iron Peak Tribe to me? I fear nothing."

Hearing about eating his fill for ten days, the Elder Clan Chief's eyes changed instantly; his earlier apprehension vanished.

The Iron Peak Tribe is indeed strong; the Flame Martial Tribe cannot compare, not in the slightest.

But who said only the Fire Spirit Tribe has a backing? Doesn't our Flame Martial Tribe have one too?

The Fire Spirit Tribe has the Iron Peak Tribe backing them; our Flame Martial Tribe likewise has its own support.

Otherwise, over these years, if the Flame Martial Tribe had no background, they'd have been devoured clean by those Fire Spirit Tribe folks long ago—how could they still be here?

Accepting the deal to eat his fill for ten days, he agreed.

Giving Tianlin a reassuring look, the Elder Clan Chief returned to the front of the crowd; at this moment, the Iron Peak Tribe's elder already spoke with some impatience.

"Don't keep hesitating and playing mysterious—old man, I'll give you one more chance—what exactly..."

"Handing over people is something that must be done, but it's not us—it's your Iron Peak Tribe."

"Huh??? What do you mean?"

Hearing this, the old man froze—has the Elder Clan Chief of the Flame Martial Tribe gone mad?

However, the next moment, the Elder Clan Chief spoke unhurriedly and lightly.

"Those Human Race cultivators you Iron Peak Tribe have detained are friends of my Flame Martial Tribe; release them, and I'll consider the past as if it never happened."

"Huh???"

As soon as the Elder Clan Chief spoke, the old man was stunned—how did it suddenly become my turn to hand over people?

No way—just now it was clearly not like that; I damn well told you to hand over people, and now you're turning it around and telling me to hand over people?

Staring blankly at the Elder Clan Chief before him, the old man for a moment couldn't process what was happening.

As an elder of the Iron Peak Tribe, he never imagined that the Flame Martial Tribe would dare demand that he hand over people.

Not only him, even the people of the Fire Spirit Tribe looked bewildered, as if they'd seen a ghost.

However, amidst the shock, a surge of anger quickly rose, and the old man laughed furiously.

"Heh, good, your Flame Martial Tribe is indeed impressive; then I, old man, want to see what you'll do if I refuse to hand over people."