Chapter 206: Chapter 206

"Kill them well! Hmph, these two traitorous scum, daring to strike against their own tribesmen at such a critical moment, truly deserve death. It's just a pity that, although Zilong had warned me earlier, I still wasn't able to stop them and nearly made a grave mistake."

Mu Lang looked at the corpses of Mu Xuan and his daughter broken to pieces on the ground, snorted coldly, and spoke with some self-reproach.

"Uncle Mu, it's not your fault. Sinister villains are always hard to guard against. Fortunately, they didn't succeed."

Zhao Letian said with an indifferent smile.

"True, but there's still a coalition of many tribes outside. What should we do next?"

Mu Lang nodded, then furrowed his brows again, looking out at the vast army of enemies.

"Leave the next part to me."

Zhao Letian said calmly and confidently, his gaze sharp as lightning, piercing through to the outside of the Array.

"Young man, this matter today is a dispute between us and the Baihua Tribe; it's none of your concern. Leave now, and I'll spare your life. Otherwise, there will be no mercy."

Wu Kui, standing on a Black Hawk, looked down at Zhao Letian with cold indifference and spoke impassively.

Jierhan's brows furrowed slightly, but he said nothing more. Always read from the source: *.

Although he wished to tear Zhao Letian limb from limb and turn his bones to ash in revenge for his daughter, he also feared Zhao Letian's so-called super tribe background and didn't dare to attack him openly in front of everyone.

"Pity, you can't kill me."

Zhao Letian remained unmoved and said indifferently, then his figure flashed, turning into a streak of electricity, and he rushed out of the Array. Standing on a flying sword, he hovered in front of the coalition forces of the tribes.

Mu Lang and Cailian couldn't help but be shocked upon seeing this scene, their eyes filled with worry.

Although the coalition tribes had suffered losses during their first attack on the Array, there were still thousands of them outside. Especially Wu Kui and Jierhan—terrifying True Martial Eighth Realm powerhouses. Could Zhao Letian, merely a True Martial Fourth Realm individual, really turn the tides and reverse the fortunes?

"Very well, young man, worthy of someone from a super tribe indeed. You've got guts, and I admire that. However, seeking your own death —if you die, no one else is to blame."

Wu Kui was slightly startled, then his eyes flashed sharply.

He hadn't expected Zhao Letian to confront their coalition forces alone, armed with only a spear.

"That's right, you're on the road to your own demise. Even the tribe backing you cannot stand up for you. Today, I will tear you to pieces to compensate for my daughter's life."

Jierhan said coldly, his eyes revealing intense murderous intent. He had finally found the excuse to kill Zhao Letian in front of everyone.

"Young man, you dared to get close to the woman that Wusu'er took an interest in; I will not spare you, go to hell."

Just then, next to Wu Kui, Wusu'er—who was also standing on a Black Hawk—barked angrily and, wielding a curved blade, steered the Black Hawk into a dive towards Zhao Letian.

Wu Kui lost his color in shock and immediately tried to intervene. From the scene where Zhao Letian effortlessly killed Mu Xuan and his daughter with a simple punch, it was clear that Zhao Letian's strength far exceeded that of his peers—unpredictably deep. And his son Wusu'er, a mere True Martial Fourth Realm individual, was likely in great danger against Zhao Letian.

Before Wu Kui could catch up to Wusu'er, Zhao Letian, spear in hand, became an arc of lightning and confronted him with astonishing speed.

The next moment, with a flash of lightning, Zhao Letian's spear tip directly pierced through Wusu'er's head, instantly obliterating his Divine Soul.

"You, you dare to kill my son? I will make sure you die without a burial ground."

Seeing his son Wusu'er's corpse, impaled on Zhao Letian's spear tip, Wu Kui exploded in rage, his eyes bloodshot with anger. He flipped his hand and sent a palm strike thundering toward Zhao Letian.

As Wu Kui made his move, with a single thought from Zhao Letian, the black Puppet, towering over ten feet tall, moved like a giant and positioned itself in front of Zhao Letian. Fearlessly, it punched towards the incoming Palm Seal.

As a result, with a thunderous explosion, Wu Kui's Palm Seal was blasted apart by the punch from Zhao Letian's Puppet, which only staggered back a few steps.

Wu Kui and the others were taken aback, their eyes revealing a profound wariness. The Puppet emitted a powerful aura. Although it was not quite at the level of someone from the True Martial Eighth Realm, it was stronger than those from the True Martial Seventh Realm. Coupled with its indestructible body, it was capable of going head-to-head with someone from the True Martial Eighth Realm.

In contrast, within the Array, Mu Lang and the others from the Baihua Tribe showed faces filled with surprise and delight. They hadn't expected that Zhao Letian would have such a powerful trump card. Perhaps he could indeed help the Baihua Tribe get through this disaster.

"Jierhan, what are you waiting for? Don't you want to avenge your daughter? I'll hold off this Puppet; you go and kill that boy."

After snapping out of his shock, Wu Kui looked at Jierhan and barked an order before charging straight into a fray with the black Puppet.

"Good, leave that boy to me. Green Lion Fist, kill!"

Jierhan braced himself, his eyes filled with a chilling intent to kill. He swung his fists, releasing a lion-head Fist Seal, violently blasting towards Zhao Letian.

"Your opponent is not me."

Zhao Letian said indifferently, and with a wave of his hand, another black Puppet appeared in front of him, immediately throwing a punch to meet Jierhan's oncoming attack.

The powerful ripples of energy spread out, and both the black Puppet and Jierhan staggered back. Though the Puppet was pushed back farther, it was completely unharmed and, with a flicker of its form, it launched itself forward again, entangling Jierhan in combat.

"Damn it! I refuse to believe he has a third Puppet. All True Martial Seventh Realm fighters, attack together!"

Wu Kui's face darkened as he spoke coldly.

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!..."

As his voice fell, three True Martial Seventh Realm warriors from the Black Hawk Tribe flew out, and from the Green Lion Tribe, four True Martial Seventh Realm warriors flew out, surrounding Zhao Letian completely.

"Boy, prepare to die."

The next moment, as someone shouted, all True Martial Seventh Realm warriors launched an attack on Zhao Letian simultaneously.

However, Zhao Letian's face showed no fear as his left arm suddenly revealed the War Dragon Arm. With one punch thrown, a huge black dragon shadow emerged, tossing and turning as it soared out, directly sending three of the True Martial Seventh Realm warriors flying, coughing up blood.

"Hisss! Hisss! Hisss!"

The next moment, before the three could stabilize, Zhao Letian waved his Thunderbolt Spear, transforming into a streak of lightning, and with astonishing speed, he charged forward. He thrusted the spear, consecutively piercing through the three of them, skewering them like kebabs, and hoisted them up high.