"Chief Lipa is flattering me. They are just a group of inexperienced kids; it's already quite good if we can barely maintain the Sky Fox Tribe's position as a lower beast clan." Hu Qianqiu had a humble expression, but couldn't help feeling a bit proud inside.
In the previous clan competitions, he always came in gloomily, just hoping to maintain their status as a lower beast clan in the Bahuang Tribe.
But this time was different. In his team, there were two Seven-tailed Heavenly Foxes, which were his trump cards, helping him secure the status of the Eight Desolate Beast Clan, and perhaps, this time, also allowing him to hold his head high.
"Haha, Lipa, you must be blind. Such a team is considered good? Just with a group of sissies and seductive women, it's already good if they haven't been knocked out by other beast clans." An elderly voice came from the sky.
A sharp whistle sounded by the ear, and several dozen swift figures plummeted from the sky.
