Chapter 67: A Mere Petty Little Tribe

The Divine Image Power continuously condensed, finally forming a blue light point in Jiang Qin's hand.

The light point looked utterly unremarkable, yet it contained unimaginable energy within—nearly the limit of what Jiang Qin could currently control. Once the energy inside erupted, razing a city was not out of the question.

"Since you all like playing deaf and mute, then report to the underworld!"

Madness flickered across Jiang Qin's face. After all, this wasn't Huaguo; the deaths of people in this city had nothing to do with him.

The ten Divine Image Realm Realm experts hiding their auras within the city felt their scalps tingle the moment they saw the blue light point in Jiang Qin's hand.

"Madman! This bastard is a madman! He wants to destroy this entire city!!"

"Stop him quickly, we absolutely cannot let him use this move!"

"Once this energy erupts within the city, the hundreds of thousands of my tribe's people will likely be killed or wounded to the last!"

"Brat! How dare you!"

The ten Divine Image Realm Realm experts struck out in unison without prior arrangement, attempting to forcibly intercept Jiang Qin.

But it was already too late.

"Explosion is art!"

Jiang Qin hurled the energy body containing boundless Divine Image Power in his hand, then his entire figure swiftly fled toward the distance.

Bomb and run!

Anyway, as long as the remnants of those three great families remained in Bajier City, they couldn't escape this move.

But he had clearly still underestimated the Bajier Tribe. Although ranked low among the many tribes of Dajin, they still possessed Earth Martial Realm Martial Artists.

The moment the energy body was thrown, an enraged roar echoed from beneath the city.

"How dare a brat destroy my tribe's foundation!"

An even more overbearing aura appeared within the city, using Spirit Power to form a special space around the energy body, sealing off the blast of its explosive energy.

The ten Divine Image Realm Realm experts who had just charged out breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

"It's the Old Chieftain emerging from seclusion. Thank goodness, thank goodness."

"This kid is done for. To dare act so brazenly in my tribe—even if Huaguo's strong experts came, they couldn't save him."

"This matter must make Huaguo give us an explanation!"

"Well said…"

A figure slowly rose into the air—it was the former chieftain of the Bajier Tribe, Tu Jie.

Having devoted himself to the martial path for several decades, he had broken through his shackles ten years ago and advanced to the Earth Martial Realm, making him the greatest trump card of the entire Bajier Tribe.

Jiang Qin hadn't fled far before being pinned in place by a Domain, unable to move.

It was different from that Domain-type Spiritual Tool.

The instant this Domain descended, his strength and speed were suppressed.

Tu Jie seemed to step through space, arriving beside Jiang Qin in a single stride, his face dark as he said:

"What an arrogant brat. Relying on a bit of strength, you dare come cause trouble in my Bajier Tribe. You really think no one in this world can deal with you? Today, I'll see just who dares come save you."

"I will make you taste every suffering in the world, dying in the utmost agony and repentance!"

He was about to make a move.

But an even more overbearing force suddenly descended, pinning him in place, unable to move.

No—not just one person.

A deep, muffled voice reverberated through heaven and earth, brimming with authority.

"Tu Jie, it's been years and you're still so rampant. How could my Huaguo's prodigy be someone a petty little tribe like yours could target? Are you trying to wipe the Bajier Tribe from the continent?"

Three figures stepped through the air together, radiating powerful auras—each one far surpassing Tu Jie.

When Tu Jie's face drastically changed as he looked toward the one at the forefront, he forced out a few words through an ugly expression.

"Yue! Bei! Shan!"

Huadong Zhenling General Bureau Chief Yue Beishan—his strength was unquestionably at Diwu Peak.

As for the old man and the stern-faced middle-aged man flanking him, their auras were in no way inferior to Yue Beishan's—at the very least Diwu Peak, and possibly even… Tianwu Realm Realm!

Amid his fear, Tu Jie glanced at Jiang Qin beside him.

What identity did this young man actually have, to be able to draw so many experts here for his sake?

If this matter were mishandled…

His Bajier Tribe would likely truly face an apocalyptic catastrophe!

Jiang Qin also recognized the reinforcements. The one in the middle was the Huadong General Bureau Chief—he had seen his photo before.

And flanking him were his cheap father and Lin Laotou, respectively.

The three had also encountered each other on the way here.

Yue Beishan had received Cao Hai's distress message, learned of the beast tide attacking the city and the disappearance of his Spirit Suppression Bureau's top prodigy, and so personally rushed to Hanyue City.

As for Lin Lao, Su Lingwei had sent word the moment she entered Kuangfeng Xiagu.

Su Yuanshan had come after receiving a message from the butler.

If his son could break through his realm, that would naturally be cause for celebration.

But if his only son died in these people's scheming, even at the risk of facing the Martial Arts Tribunal, he would still raze Bajier City to the ground and bury them with him.

Tu Jie released his suppression on Jiang Qin, his face ugly as he said:

"Are the three of you trying to start a war with my Dajin Kingdom? Although I'm no match for you, there are no cowards in my Bajier Tribe!"

Yue Beishan snorted coldly: "Enough nonsense. Your Bajier Tribe harbored serious criminals of Huaguo, devoured my nation's Hanyue Ore for so many years, and even sent Divine Image Realm Realm experts to bully the weak and plot to kill my Huaguo's prodigy."

"If you don't give an explanation for today's events, this absolutely cannot be let slide!"

Any one of the three matters gave Tu Jie an immense headache.

Right now he wished he could carve Tusun into a thousand pieces—how could he cause so much trouble!

Tu Jie forced himself to speak, "What do you want?"

"Very simple, two conditions." Yue Beishan held up two fingers and said calmly, "First, hand over all the remnants of the Three Families in your city — not one less!"

"Second, given your various crimes, you must compensate my Huaguo with thirty drops of Holy Water, two S-Class Martial Techniques, and a hundred thousand jin of Spirit Marrow."

"What!"

Tu Jie widened his eyes and said furiously, "You're robbing us while the house is on fire!"

Holy Water is a top-grade healing sacred item; for high-level Martial Artists, it is an incomparably precious life-saving thing, obtainable only in Otherworld Rifts, and extremely rare.

And Spirit Marrow is even more an essential item for cultivation by Earth Martial Realm Martial Artists — it is the product produced once the purity of Spirit Energy reaches a certain level — its value, when converted, is enough to buy who knows how much top-grade Hanyue Ore.

"Damn it, Lao Yue, why waste words with him? Once I wipe him out, everything will be ours!"

Jiang Yuanshan's face was full of rage, about to make a move.

Seeing this, Tu Jie's scalp went numb, and he hurriedly waved his hands: "No, no, no… I, I didn't say I wouldn't give it. Give me half an hour, and I guarantee I'll hand over the people and the things to you."

After saying this, he turned and went back into the city, dark-faced, and quickly began making arrangements.

Lin Laotou was the first to come to Jiang Qin's side. He looked him up and down, then nodded and said, "I knew you kid could do it — you've broken through to the Divine Image Realm this fast. But your kid's nerve is too big; at the Spirit Sea you dared to use the Divine Image Realm as your tempering. I heard from Ling Wei that you almost really died."

"Heh, if you're afraid of dying, why be a Martial Artist at all."

Jiang Qin said with a smile.

Jiang Yuanshan also walked over, opened his mouth but said nothing, and instead raised his hand and patted Jiang Qin's shoulder, showing his approval.

Some words need not be spoken aloud — as long as each understands in his heart, that's enough.