"Haha, a small tribe is just a small tribe!"
"Boom"
Fists and palms clashed, resulting in a giant wave of energy that lifted the dust off the ground.
Song Bei revealed a toothy grin, mocking, "Looks like your strength doesn't quite match your words!"
Sha Mu's face turned unsightly; he never expected someone from a small tribe to be able to engage him in a fight!
"Kid, don't get too cocky!"
"Stop, this is my Nine Dragon Tribe, not your own tribe. Do not cause trouble, or the Elders will be displeased!"
A warrior of the Nine Dragon Tribe, with a cultivation level of at most a Three Flowers Heavenly Immortal, shouted loudly.
"Hmph, in consideration of the Nine Dragon Tribe, I'll spare you this time. When the Eye of the Yellow Spring opens, you'll regret it!" Sha Mu threatened viciously.
Song Bei snorted disdainfully, "Trash!"
"You..."
"Sha Mu, stop. Don't bring trouble to the tribe because of your own actions!"
"Yes, Clan Leader!" Sha Mu stepped back, lowering his head.
