Chapter 808: The Terrifying Great Shaman

Jiangshui Tribe? This name still made those savages pause for a moment, but that blockheaded Tribal Chief grinned broadly and said, "Stop talking nonsense, the Jiangshui Tribe has long since vanished. Who are you to dare spout that you are from the Jiangshui Tribe? Though, I suppose it doesn't matter, since the Jiangshui Tribe is gone, I could say I am the Tribal Chief of the Jiangshui Tribe and it wouldn't be a problem, hahahahaha!"

Xi looked at them as if they were fools and shook his head: "True, how could small tribes like yours know who I am? A Tribal Chief like you doesn't even have the qualifications to meet me."

Feeling insulted, the savage suddenly flew into a rage, pointed his Stone Axe at Xi, and cursed: "You've got some nerve, I'll kill you first."

Xi felt his coming out had been completely useless and looked at Xiong with a helpless expression. Xiong just smiled and told him to go back; his own goal had already been achieved. As long as the surrounding savages heard it, Huaxia could be considered to have reclaimed the assembly originally controlled by the Jiangshui Tribe, which was reasonable and fair. As for whether they believed it or not, it was no longer important; they would have no choice in the end anyway.

This time, without waiting for the savage to speak, Xiong steadied the gun on his shoulder: "I'll give you one last chance. You had better leave obediently and clear this place for me. As for who controls the assembly, Huaxia doesn't need to say anything; none of you are qualified. Do you hear me?"

The savages were furious: "Fine, with just this many of you, you still want to oppose us? Soldiers, listen up, give me..."

Bang! A flash of fire accompanied by a deafening roar interrupted the savage's grandiloquent speech. The ox Xiong was riding was also suddenly startled and backed up a step; after all, it was too sudden. The other soldiers were equally frightened. They hadn't even thrown the Bomb yet, and the explosion had come from Xiong's own arms, making them all think the Bomb Xiong was carrying had exploded for no reason.

But the savage who was giving the order suddenly looked as if someone had shoved him; he took a step back and bumped into the savage behind him. When the firelight shone over, they discovered that their Tribal Chief's body was already mangled—dead as could be. Even the soldier beside that Tribal Chief began to moan, feeling as if he had been stung by a wasp, or perhaps even more painfully.

The sudden turn of events left those savages in a panic. The most terrified were the few Tribal Chiefs at the front; they had only seen the flash, heard the sound, and then their ally had died inexplicably. The savages behind had seen and heard it too, but they didn't know what had happened.

The remaining Tribal Chiefs were panicked, but still asked: "Are you a shaman? Did you curse him to death?"

Xiong smiled and said: "I am not a shaman, but he was killed by me. Not only can I kill him, I can kill all of you too. However, it is too late for you to regret it now. I don't want to give you any more chances. Keeping savages like you around is just a disaster."

Afterward, he shouted to the distant savage tribes in an even louder voice: "All tribes listen, because there was no one to manage the assembly, the Bairong Tribe wanted to break the rules and has already been killed by us. Now these tribes want to come over and rob us.

For the sake of our property and to maintain order, we Huaxia are going to war against these tribes. Unrelated tribes, go back and stay in your own camps to avoid being accidentally injured. No tribe is allowed to loot during the chaos. Once we finish dealing with them, we, Huaxia, will take control of this assembly.

The shaman of the Jiangshui Tribe is now one of our people; we Huaxia are taking over the Jiangshui Tribe, not seizing it. So you can rest assured and continue trading here. We Huaxia also guarantee that we will only maintain order and protect your safety, but we will not demand any fees from you."

The savage alliance was truly enraged now. Huaxia's words seemed to completely disregard them. A Spell was indeed terrifying, but with so many of them, could he really curse them all to death? A shaman had to pay a price; killing one person wasn't that easy, let alone so many of them. They just needed to kill the shaman riding the ox first.

However, for their own safety, several Tribal Chiefs had already retreated to the back, leaving the Soldiers to stand at the front. Then they said: "Soldiers, kill that shaman first. Kill him, and Huaxia will have no way left."

Xiong's expression remained as usual, even carrying a hint of a smile, because he would soon be able to test the damage of Huaxia's Bombs against high-density enemies at close range.

To avoid accidental injury, he first had the soldiers retreat a few meters. Now, the distance between them and the savages was only a dozen meters.

"Bombs, ready!" Xiong shouted the order.

The savages shouted: "Fear is useless now, kill them!"

Following Xiong's final command, the Bombs with their Fuses already lit were thrown out. They landed precisely in the crowd, and then exploded. Fire soared into the sky, flesh and blood flew, and the massive roar continued one after another.

With over forty Bombs thrown simultaneously, by the time the scene calmed down, there were only a few dozen swaying savages left standing opposite Huaxia. Wails filled the air. The surrounding unrelated savages were now scared out of their wits. What kind of Great Shaman or High Priest from what tribe had come? They were actually this powerful.

They heard them say they were a tribe as great as the Shennong Clan and the Suiren Clan. Were the Great Shamans of those tribes all this terrifying? If those tribes were willing, couldn't they wipe out hundreds of small tribes like theirs in a single day?

Xiong looked at the scene before him and really couldn't help it; he burst into loud laughter. The effect was simply too good. In the past, when fighting the Suiren Clan, the Bombs at that time had less power and the enemies weren't concentrated. Although the power was great, the maximum potential hadn't been fully unleashed.

Now, these Bombs packed with broken porcelain shards and Cement debris had power that could be called outrageous. It was a double strike, directly hitting both the body and the soul.

Perhaps not that many died, but absolutely everyone was injured. With the shrapnel from the explosion, as long as there were people nearby, they could all be injured. The shockwave and flames were equally damaging, and there were no shortage of those who were stunned.

Xiong raised his hand: "No need to throw any more. Everyone advance, sweep the battlefield. Kill those who are severely injured on the spot, gather the lightly injured together for custody, and finish off anyone suspected of being dead."

Except for those riding the oxen, the remaining Soldiers in groups of three—one with a Knife, one with a Spear, and one with a Crossbow—began to conduct a carpet-style sweep of the battlefield ahead.

Upon encountering an enemy, they would first aim with the Crossbow, then use the long Spear to prod and check the wounds. As for how serious the injuries were, it all relied on their subjective judgment. If they didn't like the look of someone, even if they weren't injured, they could just stab them to death with a Knife.