The Glory of the Tribe

"Madam, don't come over!"

On the city wall, Chen Yuan Shi, hearing Jiang Xuan's transmission, tightly gripped her sword, staring at the two figures clashing in the open space. She understood that if she intervened, it would only cause trouble for Jiang Xuan, forcing him to divide his attention to protect her.

"Tribulation-level combat?"

"They’re too fast! Who are they?"

"Only Tribulation cultivators can generate such terrifying auras."

The Black Armor Guards and Demon Hunter Guards observed intently.

The gap between Tribulation and congenital cultivators was immense, and most congenital cultivators could hardly even see the figures fighting. It was still the dead of night, and under the dim moonlight, the scene was blurry. However, even in the most intense battles, there were occasional pauses.

"What’s happening?"

"Such a powerful aura."

Shentu Yu and Shen Taiping emerged from the temporary camp, accompanied by more than twenty congenital cultivators. The intensity of the combat, which reverberated with each strike, sent a shiver down Shentu Yu’s spine. Each clash sounded like thunder to her, someone in the Post-Heaven realm.@@novelbin@@

"This noise must come from two Tribulation-level experts fighting." Shen Taiping said before they even left the camp’s gate.

"We shouldn’t get too close; it’s best to watch from a distance to avoid getting caught in the backlash." Zhao Long, the elderly man who had renamed himself Zhao Futu, warned as he walked beside Shentu Yu.

Shentu Yu gazed into the distance.