Although Li Wenchan didn't mind killing these reckless Southeast Asian masters, he didn't want to be someone else's free thug, so before that, he had to find out the people behind the scenes.
He focused his magic power on his own eyes, and at a glance found the mastermind hidden in the fog, thousands of meters away.
"High Priest, what's wrong?"
Behind the old man, his clansmen asked respectfully.
"It seems like a very troublesome person has arrived, and he actually found me."
The high priest frowned. The eyes between his eyebrows seemed to be painted, but they were also lifelike and real. "It's strange, I can't see through him. He looks like an ordinary person, but he doesn't look like him."
Hearing his words, the surrounding tribesmen looked shocked.
This high priest has an extraordinary status and is currently the strongest person in their ancient witch clan.
The vertical eye between his eyebrows has a huge origin. It is an 'Eye of the Candle Dragon', an eye that can only be born after awakening the 'Blood of the Candle Dragon'.
The ancient witch tribesmen once regarded the candle dragon as their patron saint, because the ancient witch tribesmen had a trace of the blood of the candle dragon in their bodies.
However, there is only one person in a million who can awaken this kind of bloodline, and it takes hundreds of years for one to be born.
The high priest is currently the only person in the Ancient Witch Clan who has awakened his bloodline and possesses the 'Eye of the Candle Dragon'.
His Candle Dragon Eyes can see through everything, but now he actually says he can't see through Li Wenchan, which is simply unbelievable.
"High Priest, what do you want us to do?"
"No need, since he found me, let's go out and meet him."
The high priest's voice was hoarse and a hint of confidence could be heard in his light tone.
This time, in order to ripen the dragon blood fruit, he carefully laid out the situation and made all preparations.
How could he, who dared to scheme against so many masters in Southeast Asia, be so frightened that he dared not show up just because of one Li Wenchan?
At that moment, he led everyone out.
I saw that he was sitting on a sedan chair, which was carried by four strong men.
These four big men were all barefoot and walked like flying. Even though the forest was rugged everywhere, with one foot high here and one foot short there, the high priest sitting on top was extremely stable and did not even have the slightest bump.
It can be seen that these four people are all famous masters.
"Listen, it's the sound of those bells just now!"
As the group of ancient wizards approached, the bells tied to their wrists also rang loudly, and were heard by the master near the dragon blood fruit tree.
Everyone looked around and soon saw the high priest and others appearing here.
"primitive?"
"Savage?"
Seeing the ancient costumes on their bodies, many masters present were stunned.
Because the clothes on their bodies are actually all animal skins, with totems painted on their faces, and their bodies covered with animal bones, they are as primitive as they can be.
Only the great Malay wizard recognized them, and his expression suddenly changed.
"You are members of the Ancient Witch Clan, and you are actually not extinct. There are still people who are still here!"
The ancestors of the Malay people were once some ancient shamans who came to Southeast Asia and intermarryed with the local people, which was the result of their intermarriage.
Therefore, the Malays are also called the Wu tribe.
However, their witch clan has long been less orthodox than the bloodline of the ancient witch clan.
He had seen it in Malay records.
At the beginning, the ancient witch tribe had a split.
Some people believe that only by intermarrying with local people can they produce more descendants and make the race stronger.
There are also some people who believe that the bloodline must remain pure, otherwise, they will lose the 'Blood of the Candle Dragon' and no one will be able to awaken the 'Eye of the Candle Dragon'.
Obviously, these people in front of me are the old conservatives.
"Eye of the Candle Dragon, this is the Eye of the Candle Dragon! The legend of the blood of the Candle Dragon is actually true?"
When the Malay great wizard saw the high priest's raised eyes, he was even more horrified.
When he saw these records in ancient books, he dismissed them, thinking that such myths and legends were not credible. He even thought that the ancient witch tribe had long been extinct.
Who would have thought that the ancient witch tribe is still alive, and that there is someone who has awakened the Eye of the Candle Dragon in front of them.
"You powerful men have traveled thousands of miles to come here. Our land has not been so lively for a long time."
The high priest sat on a sedan chair. This sedan chair was hollowed out on all sides and was quite simple.
He waved his hand, and the four people carrying the sedan put it down and walked out slowly.
The language he spoke was an ancient shaman language with strange syllables.
But the strange thing is that when it falls in everyone's ears, everyone can understand what he means.
"You are the one behind this plan. You want to attract us and use our blood to ripen this fruit tree?"
A grandmaster asked with cold eyes.
"Yes, it is Laochan, and your blood will become part of the 'Holy Fruit'. This is your honor."
The high priest admitted it on the spot.
"How brave! No matter who you are, if you dare to play tricks on us this time, you should die. I will go and get your head first."
A Southeast Asian master with an explosive temper suddenly became violent and rushed towards the high priest.
When he doesn't move, he moves like thunder, so fast that it's almost impossible to react.
He immediately rushed to the high priest.
With a fierce punch, you can even see the surrounding fog surging violently and roaring.
The power of this punch was like an approaching locomotive, unstoppable.
He was about to blow the head of the high priest with his fist.
Something strange happened suddenly.
His fist suddenly stopped, only three inches away from the high priest's head, and he actually stopped moving.
"Why is he not moving?"
"Could it be that the power of heaven and earth suppressed him?"
"He is a first-grade grandmaster?"
The expressions of the other grandmasters suddenly changed.
If the high priest in front of him is a first-grade grandmaster, then even if all the people here are put together, they are no match for him.
"No, it's not the power of heaven and earth."
Shen Yizhou's squinted eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes were filled with light.
I saw the Southeast Asian master slowly turning around, and then clamping his head between his two palms.
"No, don't! Why can't I control my body? What did you do to me? You damn old man, let me go!"
His eyes were full of fear, and his body was struggling with all his strength.
But he was like a puppet on strings, unable to control his body at all.
Then, in the midst of many incredulous looks, he made a 'click' sound and forcibly twisted off his own head.
The first grandmaster fell!
For a moment, everyone felt a chill rising in their hearts.
This way of death is so weird, like being possessed by a ghost.
"Is it the art of subduing ghosts?"
Everyone looked towards the great surrender master Imati.
The art of ghost subjugation involves killing people possessed by ghosts.
"It's not ghost surrender, it's another method I don't know about, and even my ghost surrender technique can't control the master's body!"
Imati, the great master of surrender, felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy at this time, with a solemn look on his face.
"Eye of the Candle Dragon, this is the power of the Eye of the Candle Dragon!"