"Barbarian King? What Barbarian King?"
The clan leaders of the five tribes initially wore expressions of disdain, but upon seeing the blaze beyond the railing, their faces turned serious. They each rushed outside, gazing at the fireball suspended in mid-air.
The blazing fire was a heat they were all too familiar with, for it was a temperature imprinted deep within their bloodlines.
The light from the fireball brightened the night as if it were day.
The original residents of Chuyun City hid inside their homes in fear, yet some, driven by insatiable curiosity, crowded at the windows, peering out through the gaps.
Under the fireball, hundreds of barbarian soldiers were emerging, led by Zhenyan Xiong of the Zhenyan Clan.
Tongrong Hu twisted his neck, his metallic sheen appearing especially glaring in the firelight. He looked at Zhenyan Xiong and asked, "What's going on here?"
Zhenyan Xiong replied, "Great Clan Leader Tongrong, didn't you want to witness our clan's Grand Elder?
