Chapter 4383: One of the Five Tribes of the Totem Saint Clan: The Zhu Que Tribe

That black, ferocious bird had a wingspan of several dozen zhang.

Its entire body was pitch-black, shimmering with a cold, black-gold luster.

Most peculiar was its head, which resembled that of a dragon.

Within its sharp beak were rows of ferocious dragon teeth.

This was a Death Dragon-Beak Bird, an extremely powerful archaic exotic avian, rumored to possess dragon bloodline.

The group of men and women ahead all wore expressions of pallor.

"Tuming, I told you long ago not to provoke the Death Dragon-Beak Bird; this kind of exotic avian is not something we can kill and refine."

Someone among the group spoke up.

The young man named Tuming had dark skin and a square face, looking somewhat honest and simple.

Hearing the others reproach him, he gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't know this Death Dragon-Beak Bird had actually broken through its cultivation realm."

"If I had known, I would have asked the tribal elders to come along."

Another person remarked, "I know, Tuming, you just wanted to curry favor."

"You wanted to kill the Death Dragon-Beak Bird, refine it into a totem, and gift it to Miss Tusu, right?"

"But I advise you to give up on that thought."

"Not to mention that Miss Tusu has no interest in you whatsoever."

"She has already been set upon by Tutian."

"Tutian is the heaven-gifted prodigy of our Zhu Que Tribe, our future hope."

"What qualifications do you have to compete for a woman with him?"

Hearing the words of those around him, the man named Tuming had an ugly expression, his face flushed with agitation.

"Miss Tusu doesn't like Tutian, and besides, Miss Tusu is the daughter of the tribal chief."

Hearing Tuming mention this, the others fell into a brief silence.

Once, Tusu was indeed the daughter of the tribal chief, possessing extraordinary bloodline and peerless talent.

But now...

It was a long story.

But right now, what they were thinking about was how to escape the pursuit of the Death Dragon-Beak Bird.

A cry that could pierce metal and shatter stone rang out.

Invisible sound waves spread outward.

Tuming and the others felt a wave of dizziness in their minds, their primordial spirits shaken, and their speed involuntarily slowed.

The Death Dragon-Beak Bird saw this and opened its blood-red maw.

Demon power carrying the aura of death and stillness gathered, transforming into a pitch-black beam of light that shot out.

Seeing this, Tuming and the others gritted their teeth.

Crimson totems on their bodies lit up and spread.

Behind them, blurry red divine bird phantoms emerged.

Their appearance bore a slight resemblance to the Zhu Que.

Fire blazed to the heavens, scorching the void.

Boom!

The two forces collided, and shockwaves erupted.

Puchi!

On this side, Tuming and the others coughed up blood one after another.

Those with weaker cultivation were disintegrated by the nether light beam, instantly meeting their end.

The Death Dragon-Beak Bird still had its blood-red maw wide open, preparing to swallow Tuming and the others.

They gritted their teeth, ready to fight to the death and detonate their totems.

Although this would cause irreversible damage to them.

It was still better than dying.

However, at this very moment.

The Death Dragon-Beak Bird seemed to sense an extremely dangerous aura.

It turned its head and roared, shooting out a light of death and the netherworld.

From beyond the heavens, a sword aura swept across, tearing through the firmament and plowing through the void.

In the eyes of Tuming and the others.

The Death Dragon-Beak Bird, which even the tribal elders found troublesome to deal with,

was torn apart directly by that sword aura.

Its head and body were separated, and blood sprayed out.

Seeing this, Tuming and the others were stunned, filled with shock.

"I wonder which senior expert this is..."

Tuming and the others felt lingering fear, then bowed slightly toward the void.

In the distance, Jun Xiaoyao's figure emerged.

Tuming and the others looked over and were stunned once again.

"Sir, that sword strike just now..."

Jun Xiaoyao said nothing, his gaze fixed on the Death Dragon-Beak Bird that had fallen to the earth.

Tuming and the others felt a chill in their hearts.

The reason they found it hard to believe was that Jun Xiaoyao looked far too young.

Much younger than any of them.

But that sword strike had chilled them to the bone.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao's indifferent attitude, they dared not show any disrespect and stood by his side.

"Can you refine this Death Dragon-Beak Bird into a totem?" Jun Xiaoyao suddenly asked.

Tuming felt a chill in his heart, then stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

"Reporting to Senior, that is indeed the case."

"We are from the Zhu Que Tribe, one of the five tribes of the Totem Saint Clan."

He revealed their origins.

"So it is that clan," Jun Xiaoyao muttered.

It seemed he had guessed correctly.

The Totem Saint Clan was once an extremely prosperous tribe in the vast starry sky.

Although they were not quite at the level of the Ten Hegemon Clans.

Calling them a quasi-hegemon clan was certainly no exaggeration.

This clan was different from the cultivators of other factions.

They possessed a very unique cultivation method: Totem Power.

They could hunt various divine birds, exotic beasts, and archaic remnants, transforming them into totem imprints.

These were then added to their own bodies.

What they utilized was Totem Power.

One could also say it was another derivation of Law Power.

The Totem Saint Clan, possessing the ability to refine beasts into totem power,

could be said to be on unfriendly terms with the Ancestral Dragon Clan, the Phoenix Feather Clan, and even the Demon Court.

Because strictly speaking, the demon creatures within those factions were also raw materials for the Totem Saint Clan's refining.

However, this was not the reason why the Totem Saint Clan eventually disappeared.

The main reason was the Great Catastrophe of the Vast Expanse.

The Totem Saint Clan was also severely affected.

It is rumored that their supreme experts fell, and many top-tier powerhouses perished as well.

Only then did they disappear from the vast starry sky.

But looking at it now, the Totem Saint Clan must have migrated to the Savage River of Heaven as a whole.

But it seemed there was still a significant gap compared to the Totem Saint Clan at its peak.

"Would you like to try?" Jun Xiaoyao said.

Tuming took a deep breath, not daring to disobey Jun Xiaoyao.

Although the Totem Refining Art was a secret of their tribe.

They did not believe that Jun Xiaoyao could fully understand and master it just by taking a casual look.

Tuming began to refine the Death Dragon-Beak Bird using the tribe's unique totem method.

The process was somewhat complex.

Outsiders would definitely not understand it.

But with Jun Xiaoyao's talent, this was naturally not a problem.

It wasn't that he wanted to start practicing the Totem Saint Clan's methods.

He just wanted to reference other cultivation methods.

It would also be helpful for his own comprehension of the Dao.

Having more skills is never a burden; knowing a little more never hurts.

Finally, Tuming used his own bloodline as a guide.

In the void, the primordial spirit and the essence of the Death Dragon-Beak Bird condensed together.

Finally, it turned into a pitch-black crystal imprint, outlining the image of the Death Dragon-Beak Bird, circulating in the void.

It was precisely the Death Dragon-Beak Bird Totem.

"Senior, that is roughly how it is done."

"However, if you want to refine it into your body later, it will require some effort and time," Tuming said respectfully.

He was not stupid.

Although Jun Xiaoyao looked extremely young.

Being able to kill the Death Dragon-Beak Bird with a single sword strike meant he was an existence they absolutely could not afford to provoke.

So he didn't play any tricks.

Jun Xiaoyao took a look and nodded slightly.

The totem derived from this Death Dragon-Beak Bird was much weaker than the Moon-Swallowing Beast totem he had obtained earlier.

But the Moon-Swallowing Beast was an ancient beast, extremely rare.

Its power was certainly not something the Death Dragon-Beak Bird could compare to.

The only thing that left Jun Xiaoyao with a hint of doubt was:

The Moon-Swallowing Beast he encountered earlier seemed to have already been refined into a totem.

Could it be because it had broken free from its host?

Jun Xiaoyao pondered.

"Senior, here..." Tuming respectfully offered the Death Dragon-Beak Bird totem.

However, Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand casually: "I don't need it."

Tuming and the others were stunned. Was this young senior not acting for the sake of obtaining the Death Dragon-Beak Bird totem?

"You said you are from the Zhu Que Tribe, one of the five tribes of the Totem Saint Clan."

"Can you take me to see it?"