"Back in the day, I suffered from Immortal Cancer and needed a thread of the Yin Emperor’s luck, but you wouldn’t give it to ," Ba Dan said. "You said the Barbarian Tribe had more important plans."
"I can understand that."
"I could have simply taken it by force, but I left instead. The Demon Clan Leader made kneel and beg him, and after I did, he betrayed ."
"Now I just want to ask you one thing."
"I was clearly the strongest in the Barbarian Tribe, so why did you think I was unimportant? Would the strength of our tribe not plumt without ?"
The Barbarian Tribe Leader, who had been maintaining a detached deanor, suddenly burst out laughing, "You really are always fond of disguising yourself, aren’t you? If it wasn’t for constantly undermining your reputation, you would have taken this position of the Barbarian Tribe Leader long ago."
"You prefer being forcibly pushed into the role of leader amid cheers and then, with a face of reluctance, waving your hand and saying ’Well then, okay.’ Rather than taking the position of leader yourself."
"That’s just your character," the Barbarian Tribe Leader continued.
"You want both respect and real power."
"And also..."
"I hope you understand that it is not you who is strong, it’s the Barbarian Tribe’s racial treasure. Without it, you, Ba Dan, are no longer an Immortal King. But with it, the Barbarian Tribe can create another Immortal King."
"Let introduce you to the new Immortal King of the Barbarian Tribe, San Kui."
As his words fell,
a giant in massive armor, wielding the Red Giant Hamr—the tribal treasure—gradually appeared beside the Barbarian Tribe Leader. In the mont he appeared, he playfully juggled the Red Giant Hamr in his hand and cracked a grin.
"Ba Dan, do you rember the last ti on the Barbarian Tribe’s martial field when you critiqued my combat experience as inadequate for the heavy responsibility of an Immortal King?" San Kui mocked.
"What about now?"
"Now I have beco the new Immortal King of the Barbarian Tribe. I have to admit, the power of our tribal treasure is imnse. I used to think that your strength was your own, turns out it was all thanks to the tribal treasure."
...
"Tsk tsk tsk," clapped the long-haired man in white from high above, obviously pleased. "Amazing, truly amazing, utterly satisfying!""
"Suddenly, I feel like all this trouble with you, Ba Dan, is aningless. Look at , the entire Devil Clan heeds my command, yet, within your own tribe, you’re unwelco."
"Rember one thing," he said.
"No matter how strong a dog is, it’s aningless."
"That’s right," Ba Dan muttered in a daze, standing still. "But so what? Should I, like you, kill my uncle and seize power to be considered right?"
"And if not?" the Demon Clan Leader in white sneered. "If I don’t kill him, he would try to kill . The most ridiculous thing in this world is for a person with supre strength to willingly be subservient."
"..."
Standing unsteadily, Ba Dan let his blood drench his exposed stone-like skin, and after a long silence, whispered, "Zhao Yishi."
"Huh?"
Zhao Yishi, who was processing the scene, responded instinctively and then hoarsely said with tears welling in his eyes, "Grandpa, rest assured, I have morized the faces of every single one of them. When I return, I will tell Chen Qiu so he can kill them."
"To send them down to accompany you."
"Alas."
Ba Dan’s words suddenly froze, and he exhaled deeply before shaking his head. "Sohow, I don’t want to die anymore."
"Huh?" Zhao Yishi was stunned again. "Can you still survive? Grandpa, doesn’t your cultivation advancent co at a cost?"
"It does," Ba Dan whispered. "I was supposed to die, but if I had a thread of Yin Emperor’s luck, I could live and even kill so people."
"My plan was to put a perfect end to my life here."
"To have Ba Dan die here but live on in everyone’s hearts."
"But suddenly, that feels too suffocating. Now I’d rather have everyone here die with ."
"Even though I had everything planned out, they had to ruin it. So people just won’t allow you to die the way you wish."
After talking to himself for a while, he paused before quietly asking, "You often ntion Chen Qiu. Are you close with him?"
"It’s alright. We haven’t interacted much, but he’s a good person," Zhao Yishi replied.
"Hmm."
Ba Dan nodded, took a deep breath, and then, to everyone’s shock, slowly bent his knees and knelt on the ground facing the empty east, his voice filled with ferocity and rage as he bellowed.
"Master Chen!"
"I beg for a thread of Yin Emperor’s luck to use today. If Ba Dan is fortunate to survive, he will forever be indebted for this kindness!"
Upon his declaration,
the Demon Clan Leader, Barbarian Tribe Leader, and the other powers watching the fight were all montarily stunned, instinctively glancing towards the empty east—the site where Ba Dan had just shattered his shackles—now filled with spatial rifts, impossible for anyone to stand.
Master Chen?
No one had heard of such a person nad Chen in the Fifth Grade Immortal Realm. Who was Ba Dan asking for help?
But after a few monts under everyone’s gaze, nothing happened, and it was completely calm.
"You scared ," laughed the Demon Clan Leader, who had been uneasy a mont ago. "You made it seem so important, giving a fright. Still, loan you a thread of Yin Emperor’s luck? Ba Dan, Ba Dan, do you really think your reputation is worth that much?"
"What can a dying man return in favor?"
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