The surrounding Behemoth people also put away all their contempt and arrogance. In their world that advocates strength, the strong are always worthy of respect.
"Who is making noise in my Wanren City?"
A powerful and thunderous voice came from the city, and then, a domineering aura came overwhelmingly. A giant Behemoth man nearly four feet tall, wearing a golden battle armor, with a resolute face and an unruffled self-power, strode out with a sudden stride.
"Clan Chief!" All the Behemoth clan members, including the two guards, knelt down on one knee and saluted respectfully.
The person who came was none other than the leader of the Behemoth tribe, a strong man at the peak of the tribulation, Meng Zhan.
Meng Zhan's eyes swept over the giant ax embedded in the stone wall, then looked at the lost appearance of his men, and finally fell on Ye Feng, his golden pupils shrinking slightly.
"Human race, did you hurt my person?"
"It's not about injury, I just played a game with him." Ye Feng shrugged, "But you, Chief Mengzhan, have a lot of arrogance. Ah. Our saint came to visit in person, but you avoided seeing her. Is this how you, Behemoth, treat guests?"
He directly carried Hu Xian'er out, raising the matter from a personal conflict to the level of diplomatic relations between the two races.
Hu Xianer immediately stepped forward, presented the blood-stained black tiger tooth, and said with a sad and angry look: "Clan Chief Meng Zhan, I am not making trouble unreasonably. The envoy sent by our Qingqiu Fox Clan to the nobles was intercepted by the Nine Nether Demon Tiger Clan on the way! This is the token they left behind!"
Meng Zhan frowned when he saw the tiger tooth, but he still didn't believe it immediately: "Although Hu Xiaotian is domineering, he is not so blatant. Hu Xian'er, you are just talking about nothing, and just using a tiger tooth that comes from unknown sources, do you want to sow discord between me, Behemoth, and the Tiger Clan?"
"Evidence?" Ye Feng smiled and snapped his fingers.
Following his movements, a ripple in space spread out beside him. The next moment, a cold corpse appeared in front of everyone out of thin air.
The corpse was also from the Behemoth tribe, with a tall build, but there was a huge claw mark on the chest that penetrated the entire chest, and the heart had already been crushed. At the fatal wound, there was still a trace of the demonic aura belonging to the Nine Nether Demon Tiger Clan.
Meng Zhan’s pupils suddenly shrank!
He recognized this corpse. It was Meng Gang, the messenger he sent to Qingqiu Mountain a few days ago to "visit" and actually inquire about the news!
"This...this is Meng Gang!"
"Didn't he go to the Fox Clan? How could he die here?"
"The wound on the chest is the Tiger Clan's "Nine Nether Heart-Breaking Claws"! It can't be wrong!"
The Behemoth people immediately exploded. If the death of the Fox Clan envoy might have been framed, then the bodies of his family members cannot be faked!
Meng Zhan stared at the corpse, the aura on his body became extremely violent, and a terrifying pressure made everyone breathless.
"Tiger! Roar! Sky!"
He squeezed out the name through his teeth word by word, with anger in his voice.
Intercepting and killing the messenger is the most serious provocation and is tantamount to a declaration of war!
"Now, is the evidence enough?" Ye Feng's voice came slowly, "Hu Xiaotian has colluded with the curtain keepers, and he wants to be the new demon king. The first step is to get rid of the two biggest stumbling blocks for you. Today is the messenger, and tomorrow, it may be your tribe, or even yourself."
"Curtain Keeper?" Meng Zhan suddenly turned his head to look at Ye Feng, "What else do you know?"
"I know more than you think." Ye Feng met his gaze with a calm expression, "Better than For example, I know that Hu Xiaotian has something in his hand, a "key" that can completely consolidate his position. I also know that he will soon hold a meeting of the three tribes and force you to express your stance. When the time comes, will you kneel down and surrender, or will you stand and wait for death?"
Meng Zhan fell silent. He stared at Ye Feng. The strength displayed by the other party and the intelligence he had made him have to re-examine the situation in front of him.
For a long time, he took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said to Ye Feng in a deep voice: "What do you want?"
He knew very well that there is no free lunch in the world.
"Smart people save trouble." Ye Feng grinned, showing his white teeth, "My request is very simple, to form an alliance."
"Okay!" Meng Zhan finally made a decision, his voice was sonorous and powerful, "I, the Behemoth tribe, have never been afraid of war! Since Hu Xiaotian wants to play, then we will accompany him to the end! I agree to form an alliance!"
"A wise choice." Ye Feng snapped his fingers, "Then, welcome to join the 'Anti-Huxiaotian Oppression Front'. Next, we should discuss how to give him a big gift."
...
Deep in the Giant Spirit Mountains, in a magnificent palace, the atmosphere was as solemn as iron.
Meng Zhan sat high on a throne carved from a single piece of ten-thousand-year-old gold crystal. There was still unquenched anger on his resolute face. Below, more than a dozen core elders of the Behemoth tribe were lined up on both sides, each with a strong aura and a solemn expression.
Sisters Ye Feng, Xiao Wuhen and Hu Xianer were treated as honored guests and sat at the guest table.
"The ambition of Tiger Roaring Sirius, colluded with the minions of Heaven, and massacred the messengers of our two clans. If this revenge is not avenged, how can I, Behemoth, have the dignity to stand in the ancient kingdom of ten thousand demons!" An elder with a hot temper suddenly slapped the armrest, and the hard stone chair instantly turned into powder, "Chief, give the order! We will kill Jiuyou Volcano now, step on it Defeat his Devil Tiger Palace!"
"That's right! Don't talk nonsense to him, just start a war!"
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
In the main hall, the elders of the Behemoth tribe were excited and high in fighting spirit. They are born warriors who believe in solving all problems with their fists and battle axes.
"Shut up!" Meng Zhan shouted angrily, his voice like thunder, instantly suppressing all the noise. Although he was angry, he did not lose his mind. "Hu Xiaotian dared to do this, so he must have something to rely on. Even if we alone can win, it will be a tragic victory. At that time, it will only allow those wavering tribes to reap the benefits."
His eyes swept over Hu Xian'er, not hiding his concerns.
Hu Xianer knew clearly that although the Behemoth people agreed to form an alliance, their suspicion and wariness had not been eliminated. She was about to speak, but Ye Feng took the lead, picked up a glass of strong liquor unique to the Behemoth people on the stone table in front of him, and drank it down in one gulp.
"Ha, good wine!" Ye Feng smacked his lips, and the spicy wine slid down his throat and turned into a ball of flame. "Chief Meng Zhan is right, fighting head-on is the best option. Hu Xiaotian is like a shark that smells blood now. He wants you to come angrily and knock on the door now, so as to fall into his carefully laid trap."
"Then according to Mr. Ye, what should we do?" Meng Zhan looked at Ye Feng with some consideration in his tone.
"He must have a legitimate reason for wanting to be the Demon King, right?" Ye Feng stretched out a finger and drew a circle on the table, "The old Demon Emperor cannot go out in seclusion, and the demon clan cannot be without a master for a day. He will definitely use this excuse. Therefore, he will definitely convene a meeting of the three clans to force you to express your stance and recognize his status in front of all the demon clan."
"Humph, don't even think about it!" an elder snorted coldly.