The female creature leaped up, her body swelling to a size of a hundred zhang as well, throwing a punch straight towards Ren Changsheng. However, this time, the target of her descent wasn’t the body of Ren Changsheng but the Wujidan (mythical creature’s egg) that he held in his hand.
That Wujidan was exceedingly fragile; an attack on the egg would surely distract Ren Changsheng, causing him to release his grip on Mu and then she, along with Mu, could jointly strike at Ren Changsheng.
"The female has made a move too!"
"This Ren Changsheng looks feeble, but his strength is so formidable, it seems we have underestimated him!"
"Yet he’s too arrogant..."
A chorus of discussions arose, and the faces of the Tianyuan tribe changed as they watched Ren Changsheng. Although some still showed anger, much of it had dissipated.
This is the Primordial Era.
Strength is key here, as long as you possess strength, you have the right to be arrogant. If you are a Saint, then no one dares to resist you.
"You want to attack the Wujidan?"
A faint smile curved Ren Changsheng’s lips and in the next instant, his other foot descended, this time towards the female.
Ren Changsheng’s foot landed on the female’s fist, dispersing the force of her punch before she, just like Mu, was directly pinned under Ren Changsheng’s foot.
The ground trembled, and the female’s body was halfway kneeling on the ground.
The female’s eyes were filled with incredible shock. She had anticipated Ren Changsheng’s strength to be great, but she never expected it to be this formidable; under that foot, she didn’t have the slightest bit of power to resist.
Ren Changsheng’s indifferent voice sounded. He had not moved his hands at all, and both of the Innate human creatures were suppressed by Ren Changsheng. In his hands, the Wujidan remained intact.
Both the female and Mu’s faces turned a deep shade of red. Submit or not? At this moment, they were utterly defeated, unable to even struggle free from Ren Changsheng’s foot, let alone continue battling against Ren Changsheng.
They were thoroughly beaten!
A deep voice emerged as Mu lowered his head, his face flushed with shame. As a member of the Innate race, he never thought he would be defeated so utterly.
Ren Changsheng looked towards the female and asked indifferently.
The female gave a bitter smile. She couldn’t have imagined Ren Changsheng to be so fearsome; it seemed like something dawned on her, and she shot the Sacrificial Priest a somewhat aggrieved glance.
Surely, this had been deliberate.
He must have known full well how strong Ren Changsheng was; otherwise, how could he have allowed Ren Changsheng to be so insolent.
But at this moment, the Sacrificial Priest was likewise profoundly shocked. He recognized Ren Changsheng had the cultivation of a rank seven Primordial God, but he did not anticipate that Ren Changsheng’s combat power would be monstrously to such an extent. It was too frightening—a rank seven Primordial God directly suppressing two Innate human creatures.
Once this news spread out.
It was feared that Emperor Fu Xi would come once again, and this time, he would take Ren Changsheng back to the ancestral lands of the human race to cultivate him.
Looking at the two of them, Ren Changsheng leapt up and descended from the sky, relieving them of the pressure. The female and Mu quickly stood up.
Both hurriedly shrank their bodies, only stopping when they were roughly the same size as Ren Changsheng, even wishing they could shrink further. Their eyes, too, dared not meet those of the Tianyuan tribe’s disciples.
Their hearts were filled with unbearable shame.
"Is there anyone else who is not convinced?"
Ren Changsheng’s calm voice sounded as he opened his palm, revealing that the Wujidan in his hand was unharmed. After the confrontation, not a scratch had befallen Ren Changsheng, nor did any harm come to the Wujidan in his hand.
"Anyone else not convinced?"
The people of the Tianyuan tribe had now quieted down, all looking at Ren Changsheng, a look of respect rising in their eyes.
"Greetings to the Sacrificial Priest!"
"Greetings to the Sacrificial Priest!"
One figure after another kneeled down before Ren Changsheng, and at this moment, the entire Tianyuan tribe recognized Ren Changsheng. From this day on, Ren Changsheng would be the Sacrificial Priest of the Tianyuan tribe and also the new master of the tribe.
"This kid’s talent might be even more monstrous!"
Amazement flashed in Li Lin’s eyes, perhaps Ren Changsheng was stronger than he had anticipated. Without the need for tens of thousands of years, Ren Changsheng would be capable of protecting the Tianyuan tribe.
With a faint smile, Ren Changsheng watched as each figure stood up from the ground.
"What’s our current strength within the Tianyuan tribe?"
Ren Changsheng asked.
"Reporting to the Sacrificial Priest, our Tianyuan tribe is one of the weakest in the impoverished nations, currently having forty-seven grade-eight Primordial Gods, eight grade-seven Primordial Gods, one grade-six Primordial God, and all others are at the level of grade-nine Primordial Gods!"
The subordinate replied respectfully to Ren Changsheng.
Ren Changsheng’s brow furrowed slightly. This strength was too weak; his own Emperor’s Palace could probably sweep through this tribe with ease!
"Are there others from different small worlds within the tribe?"
Ren Changsheng asked in a deep voice.
The subordinate looked at Ren Changsheng in confusion, but Li Lin’s eyes sparked with insight, and he quickly stepped forward to say, "Aside from you, there’s no one else from small worlds in the Tianyuan tribe!"
Ren Changsheng took a deep breath, but after a moment, he looked at the Sacrificial Priest and smiled.
"Brother Li, you wouldn’t mind the addition of a few hundred Primordial Gods from small worlds to the Tianyuan tribe, would you?"
Ren Changsheng said with a beaming smile, looking at Brother Li.
Brother Li was momentarily stunned. The next moment, his eyes burst with light. A few hundred Primordial Gods from small worlds? How could that be possible!
Li Lin asked, his voice trembling. Others might not know, but Li Lin was acutely aware of how terrifying the potential of those from small worlds could be.
It was almost certain they would advance to grade-four or grade-five Primordial Gods, and they even had the chance to rise above grade-three Primordial Gods.
Ren Changsheng smiled lightly. Ba Di and the others were still waiting for his word. Now, he could invite Ba Di and the others here.
In the future, this Tianyuan tribe would be his foundation, and soon he would become the Human Emperor of the human race, then lead the human race to seize the Saint position!
"Very good, very good!"
Li Lin’s eyes lit up with joy. With a few hundred Primordial Gods arriving, the strength of the Tianyuan tribe would soar, possibly even ranking among the top few tribes in the impoverished nations.
But at this very moment, the outside of the Tianyuan tribe began to shake. With the tremors, waves of terrifying demonic energy came from outside the tribe.
"It’s bad, the demons have come!"
"The demons have come..."
At the same time, a voice of panic spread as several human disciples patrolling outside the Tianyuan tribe hurriedly made their way toward the training ground.
"It’s the demons, the demons have launched an attack!"
"Women and children, retreat! Quickly enter the Sacrificial Cave Mansion, and those who can wield something, pick it up and fight!"
Angry voices rose, one after another, as figures from the human race quickly positioned themselves at the forefront. Both the males and females swiftly stepped forward.
The demons had attacked!