The situation in the arena changed very quickly. Before most of the barbarians in the square could react, they saw Lang Angxiong having one of his arms cut off and being rescued by the old man.
"this……"
After the space closed, everyone looked at each other, some unable to react. In each other's eyes, they all saw surprise and disbelief.
Lang Angxiong, a freak trained by the ancient clan, was defeated and had one of his arms cut off.
Wasted.
The Mongolian clan had worked so hard and spent countless years cultivating the freaks. Once they were deposed, the people of the Mongolian clan would vomit blood.
Without one arm, even if Lang Ang Xiong is not decadent, his strength will be greatly reduced. I believe it is no longer a problem.
"Wow..."
Immediately, the scene was filled with excitement. All the barbarians had red eyes, roared to the sky, and beat their chests. They were all excited, roaring loudly with excitement, and venting. For a while, the noise was like thunder.
It's rolling and can't stop.
Ever since Lang Ang Bear appeared, it was like a big mountain pressing on their heads, suffocating them and making them unable to breathe. But today, this big mountain was finally destroyed.
I wonder how they can be unhappy.
What's more, after catching a glimpse of the Beast God Token around Feng Hao's waist, many barbarians surrounded him, beat him, and exclaimed excitedly, not treating him as an outsider at all.
However, if he hadn't been physically strong, those fists would have smashed him into lumps even if he was made of iron.
"hehe."
Feng Hao also greeted them proudly, without any strong attitude or self-assertion of identity.
"call,……"
The old priest gave a slight breath, and looked at each other with the five chiefs of the clan beside him, and they all saw the joy in the other's eyes.
This time the blow to the Mangu clan was severe enough.
"quiet."
Seeing that they were quarreling for a long time, the old man who offered sacrifices finally let out a laugh. After the scene slowly calmed down, he announced, "Continue the competition."
The competition continued, but Feng Hao did not participate, but stood aside with Huang Tianyun and waited.
"This lord."
Following the instructions from the old man offering sacrifices, a guard from the Beast Temple walked down, came to Feng Hao's side, and called out in a respectful tone.
The strong are respected, and the strength Feng Hao showed just now has already gained his respect.
"Something's wrong."
Feng Hao smiled.
"Master Priest, please come up."
The guard said respectfully, with a touch of fire in his eyes.
The human man in front of him is not very old, but he possesses a terrifying strength that he cannot match at all. He can only look up to him.
You know, in the past few years, he had seen the elites of the Zun clan suffer great losses at the hands of Lang Ang Xiong. How could they be like him, who cut off Lang Ang Xiong's arm and still acted like nothing happened?
He was out of breath, as if he had done something insignificant.
"good."
Feng Hao looked up and saw the old priest smiling kindly towards him. He was slightly startled, but then he agreed and walked towards the Beast Temple with the guards.
His kindness in offering sacrifices to the old man was due to his battle with Lang Ang Xiong just now.
Indeed, he had done a great favor to the barbarians. He had eliminated a serious problem, and he also had the Beast God Token as a friend. This was nothing, so he didn't think much about it.
"Master, wait for me."
Huang Tianyun shouted, followed him with a bang, and followed him.
This guy is a typical follower. Regardless of whether Feng Haole is happy or not, he follows closely and plays the role of follower and bodyguard.
On the surface, he only seems to have a cultivation level of Martial Lord, so he can easily be ignored. Therefore, every time he makes a move, he can give the enemy an unexpected surprise.
"Sacrifice to the Lord, the five clan leaders."
Arriving at the Beast Temple, Feng Hao greeted them politely.
The heads of the five great clans were indeed unusual. In them, Feng Hao felt an aura no less powerful than that of the master of Xuantian Palace, Yan Aotian.
Although they have tried their best to suppress it, the small wisp that occasionally leaks out is suffocating.
Feng Hao understood that if these people really wanted to kill him, a ray of energy would be enough. In front of them, he was as insignificant as an ant.
"Ha ha."
The old priest laughed, held Feng Hao's hands with great enthusiasm, and said, "Thanks to your help this time, little brother, otherwise, old man, I would have been pissed to death by those rebellious people."
"No matter where you are, it's just a matter of effort."
Feng Hao was a little embarrassed by his compliment and responded politely, but his unintentional words made the heads of the five great clans feel a twitch in their hearts.
With a little effort,
Well, judging from the situation just now, it was indeed just a piece of cake, and there was no hard struggle at all.
After thinking of his special identity, the five chiefs were relieved and had a relaxed smile on their faces.
"My little brother and I will go in first, and I'll leave this place to you."
The old priest explained to the five of them, and then led Feng Hao and Huang Tianyun into the Beast Temple together.
For Feng Hao's sake, he couldn't even care about the competition among hundreds of tribes.
It can be seen how high Feng Hao's status is in his heart. He has been waiting for this day since the last time the elder priest of Tianwu Continent sent him a message, and he finally waited.
"Meet the Beast God."
After walking into the Beast Temple, the old man who was offering sacrifices knelt down with sincerity on his face, and respectfully knelt three times and kowtowed nine times in front of the sculpture of the Beast God, performing the great ceremony.
Feng Hao, on the other hand, was in trance looking at the pair of eyes emerging from the clouds...
These eyes were sharp yet majestic. No one dared to look directly at these eyes. However, Feng Hao was not afraid. On the contrary, he always felt that he had seen these eyes before somewhere.
But I just couldn't remember it.
"Where did I see it?"
Staring directly into those supreme eyes, Feng Hao's brows slowly knitted into a frown, forming the word 'a few'.
The beast god of the barbarians is so illusory that no one even remembers its appearance. Therefore, this beast god sculpture does not even have a specific shape, which makes people doubt whether it really existed.
But Feng Hao himself felt strangely familiar with these eyes, which made him feel baffled.
If I really met the beast god, how could I not remember it?
"Maybe there are just some similarities."
Feng Hao breathed out and didn't think much about it.
There is no point in thinking about this thing. If he really sees it, he believes that he will definitely remember it one day.
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