After hearing Lingwan's words, Saula almost burst into tears. Finally, a strong person made the decision for her.
Seeing Heifeng's speechless and aggrieved look, he felt as relieved as drinking a bowl of cold water on a hot day.
And because of the appearance of that young strong man, today's Ula tribe will not be destroyed after all, and the lives of his own tribe have been saved. At this moment, all that is left in Saulla's heart is gratitude.
Especially when he saw that Hei Feng, who had been arrogant just now, could only lower his head and dare not resist, Saula felt even more relieved.
"Patriarch, I suddenly thought of a person, couldn't it be him?"
At this time, the deputy chief suddenly came forward and said something in his elder brother's ear, but Saula did not react for a moment and just stared at his second brother with questioning eyes.
"I heard that in the past year or so, many horse thieves groups in the desert have been exterminated for no apparent reason. Could it be that we met that person?"
The deputy chief still didn't say a name, but his words were undoubtedly more explicit than before. Desaulah's eyes lit up, and he suddenly thought of a possibility.
"You mean...the Horse Thief of Death?"
Saula's words were not concealed. When the words "horse thief death" came out from his mouth, the spirit pill was still intact, but the members of the Black Wind Horse Thieves Group over there were all trembling.
"You...you...you are the horse thief Death?"
Even Heifeng had somewhat forgotten the severe pain coming from his shoulder. Thinking of the horse thieves who were killed one by one by mysterious figures, he suddenly felt that he was unlucky. Why did he meet this evil god?
Just as the deputy chief said, for more than a year, the horse thieves in the northern desert have had troubles one after another. The strength of many horse thieves may not be lower than that of the Black Wind Horse Thieves.
According to the memories of some members of the horse thieves who escaped, the opponent was not another horse thieves group, nor was it a sect faction, but only one person.
One person can destroy a group, and not just one group.
Over time, among horse thieves in the Northern Desert, there was a saying that the "horse thieves were the god of death".
As time went by, even some surrounding tribes gradually came to know the name of the horse-thief god of death.
Compared to the Horse Thieves, who hate and fear the Horse Thief Death to the core, desert tribes like the Ula tribe regard the Horse Thief Death as their benefactor.
Because the Horse Thief Death has destroyed those horse thieves who do all kinds of evil, and may save their lives at some point. Once they are targeted by horse thieves, this tribe may be doomed.
Take today's Ula tribe as an example. If it hadn't been for the sudden appearance of Ma Thief Death Pill, rivers of blood would have flowed, and the women of those tribes would have suffered inhuman torture and humiliation.
Reimaru has also heard of the nickname Horse Thief Death God during this time. He neither likes nor dislikes this title, but he feels that this nickname is more appropriate and much more domineering than Reimaru's name.
"You know my young master's name, why don't you blow yourself up and apologize?"
Lingwan was too lazy to talk to these guys, and there was a cold light in his eyes.
As soon as these words came out, all the members of the Black Wind Horse Thief Group subconsciously took a few steps back. It seemed that if something went wrong, they would run away. Who cares about Black Wind's life and death?
"Sir, our Black Wind Group has made some gains over the years. If you can let us go, I am willing to donate all my savings!"
Heifeng struggled for a moment with his eyes, and finally had to think of his own life and say these words.
And when the people of the Ula tribe heard Hei Feng say these words, they all had a very strange feeling. After all, evil people in the secret channel still need evil people to punish them.
Just now, Saula was willing to give all the wealth of the tribe to ensure safety, but it was a pity that Black Wind did not give him this opportunity. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, Black Wind Group would end up with the same fate as the Ulla tribe.
"Are you stupid? If you die, don't the things belong to me?"
Lingwan glanced at Heifeng as if he were a fool, and this was what Heifeng said to Saura just now, just like the reincarnation of heaven.
Saula almost laughed out loud, realizing that the horse-thief Death God was not as scary as the legend said.
"Boy, don't bully others too much. Do you know that behind my Black Wind Group, there is a powerful third-grade God Emperor?"
Seeing how weak he was, a look of anger suddenly appeared on Heifeng's face. This was already his last trump card. He didn't believe that the thief Death in front of him was really not even afraid of the third-grade God Emperor?
"Oh? Where is he?"
Hearing this, Lingwan couldn't help but feel a little interested, secretly thinking that he was worried that his opponent was too weak. If there was a strong third-grade God Emperor as his opponent, he might be able to take this opportunity to break through to the third-grade God Emperor.
"this……"
Seeing Lingwan's eagerness to try, Heifeng's expression froze. He originally wanted to scare the other party, but he didn't expect that the other party would have such an expression.
How could Hei Feng command the third-grade God Emperor behind him?
It was that person who came to destroy the Mulian tribe this time, but it was his own initiative to destroy the Ula tribe.
"Since you don't blow yourself up, I have to do it myself!"
Lingwan looked at the other person's expression and knew that his expectations had been disappointed. He couldn't help but feel angry. After he finished speaking, he raised the spear still dripping with blood in his hand.
"Haha, my Hong Zhan people are not so easy to kill!"
When Lingwan's spear was only a few feet away from Heifeng, who felt the death coming, a chuckle suddenly came from behind the Black Wind group, making everyone startled.
"Lord Hong Zhan? You...you are finally here!"
When Heifeng saw a familiar figure appear from over there, he almost cried with joy. Unexpectedly, at this moment, the bloody gun tip suddenly stretched out and inserted into his chest in an instant.
"I……"
Heifeng was completely shocked at this time. He originally thought that he would be able to escape once Lord Hong Zhan, the third-grade God Emperor, came, but he did not expect that this horse-thief Death God would be so decisive and kill him at this time.
If he hadn't been in such an exciting moment, Heifeng might have been able to avoid it, but at least he could have avoided the vital points in his chest. When Lord Hong Zhan made a move, that kid would definitely have to suffer the fate of walking around in circles.
Unfortunately, it was too late to say anything now. Although Hei Feng was not dead for a while, he clearly felt that his heart had been stabbed. He could only beat a few times before stopping.
"Hong Zhan... Sir, avenge... for me!"
In the end, Heifeng just said these intermittent words and lowered his head, because the spear was still in Lingwan's hand, and he did not fall down after losing his life.
"Sorry, you spoke too late and couldn't stop!"
After a while, Lingwan put away the spear in his hand and let Heifeng's powerless body fall. As he spoke, he turned around and saw an extremely gloomy face.
The man didn't look very old, thirty-four years old at most, but Lingwan knew that since he was the backstage of Heifeng, he might have been in control of the northern desert for decades.
"As expected, he is the third-grade God Emperor!"
Lingwan sensed clearly that the aura on the opponent's body was not much hidden, that he was a genuine third-grade God Emperor, more than a step stronger than him.
"The horse-thief god of death is truly worthy of his reputation!"
At this time, the gloominess on Hong Zhan's face actually dissipated a bit.
The purpose of his coming here was not really for Heifeng, but for the horse-thief Death in front of him. He would not do anything meaningless because of a dead Heifeng.
"Are you here to die?"
Lingwan stared at the third-grade God Emperor across from him, with an endless fighting spirit in his eyes, like a child seeing his favorite toy, or like an alcoholic seeing a jug of good wine.
"Haha, you are only a second-grade God Emperor, so you are so sure that you are my opponent?"
A smile actually appeared on Hong Zhan's face. He could sense Lingwan's true cultivation level. How could a small realm of the God-Emperor level make up for it?
"Boy, let the person behind you come out and let's talk!"
Hong Zhan, the third-grade divine emperor, was filled with a touch of arrogance, but he didn't know that as soon as he said this, Lingwan opposite him suddenly laughed, which made him a little confused.
"If the teacher shows up, I'm afraid you will be scared to death!"
Lingwan glanced disdainfully at the third-grade God Emperor across from him, and shook his head slightly. A guy like this would probably be killed by the teacher with just one breath, right?
Da Mo Qian Jue was already one of the top few people in the entire Li Yuan Realm. Who was Hong Zhan, the third-grade God Emperor in front of him, and what qualifications did he have to "talk" with such a person.
"So, you're going to have to drink wine as a penalty if you don't eat the toast?"
The smile on Hong Zhan's face gradually disappeared. He was almost the most powerful horse thief leader in this area. Unexpectedly, he was humiliated by a second-grade God Emperor. He was furious.
"What penalty? I really want to have a drink!"
There was no trace of fear on Lingwan's face. Such an attitude undoubtedly made Hong Zhan even angrier. This brat, who doesn't have all his hair, really thinks that the desert belongs to you?
"Everyone come out!"
Hong Zhan ignored Lingwan's arrogance and saw him raise his hand, and then several figures suddenly appeared, surprising the cultivators from both the Black Wind Group and the Wula Tribe.
"Ma Gui, Kuang Rhino, Niu Yuan, and Ge Xun, the leaders of the four major horse thieves, have actually gathered together!"
When Saula saw the four figures that suddenly appeared, she couldn't help but exclaimed, letting Lingwan know who those four figures were.
In fact, there were originally five horse bandit groups in this desert area, but Heifeng had died, so there were only four left, and those four were famous in this area.
The reason why Saulah could recognize the appearance of the four horse thieves was because there were portraits of these four in almost every tribe in this area.
Even if it didn't look like much, Saulah could still recognize it, but he didn't expect that today, in his small Wula tribe, the leaders of the five major horse thieves groups would gather together.
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