These two beast tribes were not part of his plan.
But if they left, word would inevitably get out.
After being introduced, the chieftain of the Golden Flame Crocodile Clan, Yan Wu, bowed to Chu Tian. Though he said nothing, his attitude was very amiable.
"What brings you here?" Chu Tian asked what was on his mind.
Just as Xiao Chen of the Thunderclap Mystic Tortoise was about to speak, Mang Tun Tian impatiently interjected, "Xiao Chen, Yan Wu, aren't you here to buy clear water? Kill this brat, and I'll give you a thousand tons."
As soon as he spoke, Chu Tian's expression changed.
Yan Wu and Xiao Chen's expressions also shifted.
However, the one whose face turned the most unsightly was Mang Tun Di.
In this Sea of Death, everyone knew the preciousness of water, and who could afford to sell surplus fresh water to others?
The water sources here were like salt in Dragon Country – private sales were prohibited.
Only Clear Water City could offer fresh water for sale.
Of course, there was also Hurricane City.
The annual quota of water that Hurricane City requested from Clear Water City was more than they could ever use.
This was because they were merely a sect, and all their members were Wind Spirit Priests.
With such stringent requirements, how many disciples could they possibly recruit from the entire Sea of Death?
The remaining members were general laborers and the like.
Yet, their water supply was allocated according to the ratio of a city.
As a result, they had a lot of surplus water.
Thus, they used this surplus water to bribe the beast tribes.
Although everyone was aware of this, no one dared to expose it.
Now, Mang Tun Tian's words were tantamount to an open confession that their tribe had pledged allegiance to Hurricane City.
Chu Tian narrowed his eyes and said, "Well said, Black Python Scale Serpent. You dwell in the Southwest Region yet collude with other regions. Today is the day your clan is exterminated!"
As soon as he spoke, his gaze abruptly shifted to Xiao Chen and Yan Wu.
"Thunderclap Mystic Tortoise, Golden Flame Crocodile, stand guard for this City Lord today! That old stingy Black Python Scale Serpent, offering a thousand tons is hardly generous. Once I, your City Lord, turn these Black Python Scale Serpents into a snake feast, you two can divide the remaining clear water!"
When Xiao Chen and Yan Wu saw Chu Tian looking at them,
their hearts skipped a beat, thinking that Chu Tian, this 'Third Master Chu' who claimed to be the new City Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts City and appeared to be unrestrainedly arrogant, would even count them in.
To their surprise, the young man said something like this.
Yan Wu narrowed his eyes. This 'Third Master Chu' was not as reckless as he appeared on the surface.
Earlier, they had all heard him shouting from the sky while they were discussing matters below.
They thought it was some arrogant brat seeking death!
Only when he revealed the Ten Thousand Beasts Seal did everyone fall into shock. The inheritance of the Ten Thousand Beasts Seal was not as simple as passing a baton.
It required authentication of inheritance and a series of other tedious stages, and the change of City Lord for Ten Thousand Beasts City had to be announced to the world.
This brat suddenly appeared, claiming to be the City Lord – who would believe him?
If he wasn't the City Lord, why could he use the Ten Thousand Beasts Seal without any issue?
Without the authentication of inheritance, anyone who obtained the Ten Thousand Beasts Seal could not use it.
At most, it could only be used as an ordinary seal.
After hearing Chu Tian's words, Xiao Chen and Yan Wu exchanged glances.
Then, they cupped their hands in greeting to Chu Tian and flashed to the periphery, standing several thousand meters away.
Ten Thousand Beasts City was, after all, the ruler of the Southwest Region.
Although their apparent strength seemed inferior to even the royal races of the beast tribes,
who knew if they had hidden strengths?
Humans… were all cunning!
As for their choice, they didn't consider whether it would offend the Black Python Scale Serpent tribe.
Not to mention that the two tribes had always been friendly neighbors.
Even individually, neither was inferior to the Black Python Scale Serpent.
If the Black Python Scale Serpent sought trouble with them because of this, it would guarantee their demise.
Speaking of which… what exactly was this snake feast the brat mentioned?
Was it delicious?
Seeing their choice, Chu Tian's lips curled.
"Old Yang, you go up…"
Old Yang, who was holding a water skin and sipping wine, was taken aback when he heard Chu Tian's words.
"Aren't you going to warm up first?"
Chu Tian rolled his eyes and transmitted his voice, "Warm up my ass, let's finish this quickly. There are two spectators watching. And… I can't fly!"
Of course, the last reason was the crucial one.
No one could discern his cultivation level; they all assumed he was just an ordinary person.
If he were to fight someone, as soon as he stepped off Hao's back, he would immediately do a face-plant.
There was a saying here: "All are ants below the War God."
Air to ground offered a congenital advantage.
Even the weakest War God could escape if they couldn't win, at least their lives would be saved.
Therefore, letting Old Yang handle it for a quick victory could also serve as a show of force to those two spectators,
keeping them from guessing his true strength.
"One against two, do you have confidence?" Chu Tian asked via telepathy.
Old Yang didn't reply directly. He held his wine skin.
Staggering, he took a step forward…
*Bang…*
Whether he was truly drunk or not, he stepped on the void and created a crack in its surface.
He stumbled, almost falling.
At this, Chu Tian covered his face, thinking, "Can this old fellow do it?"
Old Yang, however, seemed unconcerned. He turned to Chu Tian and asked, "Is snake soup really that delicious?"
Chu Tian was startled and nodded, "Delicious, and very nourishing! Perfect with wine."
Old Yang nodded earnestly and beckoned to the imposing-named Tun Tian and Tun Di.
"The two of you, come at me together! I'm waiting to eat…"
Before he could finish speaking, the two old ancestors of the Black Python Scale Serpent couldn't hold back any longer.
"Roar…"
They immediately revealed their true forms, and two hundred-meter-long black pythons lashed out their tails at Old Yang.
The power of a python's tail was its greatest strength, capable of easily shattering large rocks. Once a flesh-and-blood body was struck, it would immediately turn into a pulp.
These two brothers clearly had excellent coordination.
One on the left and one on the right, they clearly intended to crush Old Yang in the middle like a mosquito.
*Bang…*
With an explosive sound, Ding Ding behind Chu Tian couldn't help but close his eyes.
Even Chu Tian's eyes were filled with disbelief.
Old Yang… hadn't dodged!
The chieftain of the Golden Flame Crocodile Ancestor Tribe, Yan Wu, and Xiao Chen of the Thunderclap Mystic Tortoise Tribe, were both wide-eyed.
"Xiao Chen, could your tortoise shell withstand this attack?" Yan Wu asked in a low voice.
Xiao Chen pondered for a moment and replied indifferently, "It should be able to… but I would sustain internal injuries!"
"Then look…"
"Look at what? That drunkard must have been smashed into a meat patty!"
As these two were discussing,
Chu Tian found something amiss.
The tails of Mang Tun Tian and Mang Tun Di had not separated.
Logically, the impact from that collision must have had a rebound force. Even with their flexible serpentine bodies,
they shouldn't have stuck together so tightly with absolutely no rebound force.
Mang Tun Tian and Mang Tun Di naturally noticed this as well.
Then, they saw a golden light shoot out from the point where their two tails connected.
In the darkness of the night, it was like an atomic bomb detonating. The golden light almost blinded Chu Tian's eyes.
For a full ten seconds, when his vision returned to normal,
Chu Tian witnessed the most incredible sight of his life.
A thousand-meter-tall golden armored giant stood before them.
In its presence, those two hundred-meter-long black pythons were like mere loaches.
The chieftain of the Golden Flame Crocodile Ancestor Tribe, Yan Wu, and Xiao Chen of the Thunderclap Mystic Tortoise Tribe,
their eyeballs almost popped out.
"…A thousand-zhang Dharma Body… peak War God realm!"
Suddenly, both of them felt sweat trickling down their backs.
The relief of surviving a great calamity swirled in their hearts.
Just moments ago, when Mang Tun Tian offered them a thousand tons of fresh water, they had genuinely been tempted.
"Little crawlers… where do you think you're running!"
The golden armored giant's lips moved slightly, emitting a buzzing sound.
It brought its hands together from both sides.
This posture was truly like swatting a mosquito.
The moment Mang Tun Tian and Mang Tun Di saw Old Yang's Dharma Body, their first instinct was to flee.
With their combined strength, facing a mid-stage War God, they still had a chance to fight, and even exhaust the opponent to death.
Facing a late-stage opponent, they could still contend for a while.
However… this thousand-zhang Dharma Body was the symbol of the peak late stage of the War God realm.
They were both terrified, with only one thought in their minds…
Unfortunately, Old Yang gave them no opportunity.
As he brought his hands together, he sealed the space directly.
*Crack…*
*"Pop pop…" *
With two cracking sounds,
Chu Tian knew… the two giant pythons were likely crushed by Old Yang!
When did Old Yang become so strong?
If that was the case, why bother with a sneak attack?
Why use illusionary techniques and stealth to approach?
They could have just sent Old Yang alone to handle everything.
Before this thought could settle,
the golden armored giant trembled and gradually shrank.
Old Yang took a sip of wine and slowly returned to Hao's back.
"Sigh… I'm exhausted. Little Tian, set up a tent for me, I need to rest!"
He transmitted his voice to Chu Tian.
The latter, not understanding, waved his hand, and a tent appeared on Hao's back.
Old Yang immediately crawled inside.
"No… I drank too much, I need to sleep. You two accompany our City Lord down to have the snake soup! Leave some for me, I'll eat it when I wake up!"
This was what Old Yang, speaking in a drunken tone from inside the tent, shouted to Yan Wu and Xiao Chen in the distance.
Following that, in Chu Tian's divine sense, he saw Old Yang tilt his head and actually… pass out.
Not sleeping… but passed out.
What the hell is going on?
Chu Tian's heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained unchanged.
"Two, we're going down!"
Saying that, he had Hao descend.
At this moment, within the small town, chaos had erupted.
Everyone had seen the golden armored giant smash their two ancestors to death.
As the saying goes: "A snake without a head cannot move, a bird without wings cannot fly."
With their heads crushed, the people below immediately scattered in all directions.
Yan Wu and Xiao Chen were already utterly stunned. How dared they let this 'Third Master Chu' land first while they lingered above their heads?
They unleashed their speed and headed straight for the ground.
Then, they respectfully tilted their heads upward, watching Hao descend slowly.
Because a tent was erected on its back, they also knew that Old Yang seemed to have encountered some situation.
Therefore, he could only descend slowly in this ostentatious manner.
However, at this very moment…
"World Annihilation Heavenly Thunder Art… Ten Thousand Thunders Roaming!"
*Boom…*
High in the sky, a mass of black clouds condensed out of thin air.
With endless lightning crackling within,
with the speed of lightning, the entire thundercloud pressed down fiercely.
Initially, it was the size of soybeans, but in the next second, it was tens of miles in area, covering the sky above the entire small town.
Chu Tian looked up and cursed inwardly: "Damn it… how could I forget about this guy!"
[Author's Note]
Thanks to the several大佬 for their continuous voting.
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