Last Totem Novel - Chapter 459
Chapter 459 Strong
The man raised his head slightly and sneered. Then, he turned around and faced Mu Baiyu and the others. He crossed his chest with both hands and asked indifferently, “Who else?” As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Bowen, who was standing behind him, seemed to let out a sigh of relief. He put away his fighting posture, lowered his hands, and walked back somewhat lonely.
Seeing this, Mu Baiyu turned around and exchanged glances with his cousin. Just as he was about to speak, a change occurred in front of him. Jiang Bowen, who had just walked behind the man, suddenly accelerated. He gripped the dagger tightly and stabbed it into the man’s back.
“Ah!” Seeing this scene, the onlookers couldn’t help but exclaim.
However, before their mouths could close, the situation took a 180 degree turn. That person seemed to have been prepared. At the same time that Jiang Bowen launched the sneak attack, he turned around and opened his fist. He broke the stone slab on the ground with one foot and punched out with lightning power.
Jiang Bowen was stunned. He didn’t expect that person to react so quickly. Before the dagger touched the other party’s body, his chest felt as if he had been struck by a giant hammer, “Bang!” A muffled sound came from behind. It crashed into a large part of the fence, but its momentum did not decrease. It rolled on the ground for several meters before it could stop.
After a few seconds of silence, Jiang Bowen staggered to his feet. He felt that everything in front of him was blurry and everything was spinning. Then, his throat sweetened, and a mouthful of blood sprayed onto the helmet’s protective glass. Then, he fell straight down. His chest armor caved in, and countless ribs were broken.
The Mu Clan members present were all shocked, and the loud noise seemed to still reverberate in their ears, unable to calm down for a long time.
“Kuang, kuang, kuang …”
Under everyone’s gaze, the man took heavy steps and crushed the stone slab, walking towards Jiang Devon step by step. Right at this moment, two figures flashed and blocked his path.
“Friend, this is a guest of my Mu Clan. Let’s stop here.” Mu Baiyu said calmly.
That person stopped and stared at Mu Baiyu. After a moment of silence, he said in a deep voice, “Call Mu Qianhe over.”
“Who are you? What are you doing here? Our Golden Horned Mu Clan is not a soft persimmon, just pinch it!” Cousin Mu Baiyu took a step forward and shouted loudly.
“I repeat, you don’t need to know who I am. You only need to know that I will destroy you in twenty minutes.” That person said again.
“You’re courting death!” Cousin Mu Baiyu clenched his fists and squeezed out a deep voice from between his teeth.
“Don’t be impulsive” Mu Baiyu hurriedly reached out to stop him and reminded him in a low voice, “Look outside.”
Following his cousin’s gaze, he saw several sturdy figures standing outside the collapsed wall. He immediately took two steps forward, jumped up, and jumped onto the fence. At some unknown time, there were 40 to 50 more warriors wearing power armor outside. They raised their chests and placed their hands behind their backs. Their legs naturally split apart, forming a circular pattern that surrounded the Mu Clan’s courtyard.
His pupils instantly shrank as he swept his gaze. However, when he saw the symbol on the other party’s chest, he couldn’t help but be shocked. He hurriedly jumped off the fence and whispered in his cousin’s ear, “It’s the Ancient War Bear.”
“What!” Mu Baiyu’s expression immediately changed drastically as he asked in a lost voice. His gaze towards that person also became difficult to understand. The War Bear Martial Monk was the strongest force in the Far East. He was known as the “Far East Soul”. Those who could mobilize them were definitely not ordinary people.
“Friend, may I ask which elder are you from the War Bear Temple?” The Mu Clan’s Clan Master, who was accustomed to the storms, quickly regained his senses. He took a step forward and clasped his fists as he asked. Faced with this unknown stranger, he actually subconsciously used honorific words.
“Call Mu Qianhe over.” The man did not answer, but said in a deep voice with an order tone.
“Please wait, I’ll send someone to call her over immediately.” After saying that, Mu Baiyu glanced at his cousin. The latter nodded and left.
“Elder, please come to the front hall for tea.” Mu Baiyu made a “please” gesture and said.
The man didn’t say anything and only nodded his head before heading straight for the front hall. After entering, the man just stood there, neither sitting down nor taking off his helmet. About fifteen minutes later, a tall woman led by Mu Baiyu’s cousin walked in.
Looking at Mu Qianhe, whose tears had yet to dry and whose eyes were still slightly red, Tie Zha couldn’t help but feel a pain in his heart.
It had been more than a year since she last saw her.
At this moment, she was looking at him with a puzzled expression, as if she could not guess his identity.
“She is my woman. I want to take her away.” The two of them looked at each other for a while before Tie Zha turned around and said to Mu Baiyu. Before coming here, Zhao Wenke repeatedly warned him. First of all, don’t be too courteous to the Far East, especially to a large clan like the Golden Horned Mu Clan, the stronger the better, otherwise they will look down on you. Secondly, the people of the Far East did not like people with too fierce personalities, so they did their best not to kill people.
Hearing the familiar voice, Mu Qianhe raised his long eyelashes and his eyes lit up, flickering with a dazzling light. In an instant, her heart pounded as if it was about to burst out of her chest.
He hasn’t forgotten me yet. He’s here to save me!
However, in the next moment, a strong resentment surged into his heart, diluting all the pleasant surprises.
“I don’t know you. Please go back.” Mu Qianhe said coldly with a cold face. She was not a rag. She came as soon as she was called, waved it, used it if she wanted to, and threw it away if she didn’t want to. She would rather die than be abandoned again.
“Huh?” Faced with Mu Qianhe’s reply, Tie Zha looked a little surprised.
“I don’t know you. Please go back.” Mu Qianhe closed his eyes and repeated. After saying this, she felt her entire body soften, as if all of her strength had been drained, and she was almost unable to stand.
Tie Zha didn’t say a word and stepped forward. He grabbed her waist and was about to walk out. Seeing this, Mu Baiyu and his cousin immediately rushed forward, blocking his path one after another.
“What are you trying to do! This is the Golden Horned Mu Clan, not the place where you are messing around!” Mu Baiyu’s expression darkened as he berated.
“Do you want to start a war?” Tie Zha asked.
Mu Baiyu and his cousin were both early-Eighth Order Psionic Ability. They wore Psionic Energy Power Armor that was comparable to Tie Zha’s. However, there were still fifty War Bear Martial Monks outside. If they really fought, not to mention winning or losing, the Mu Clan’s courtyard would definitely be destroyed in one fell swoop.
“Let go of me!” Mu Qianhe struggled, but he couldn’t use any strength.
Mu Baiyu slowed down his voice and suppressed his anger. “If there’s anything else, sit down and tell us clearly. Otherwise, our Golden Horned Mu Clan will fight to the death even if we splatter five steps of blood if you take Qianhe away so confusedly!”
“Then come.” Tie Zha said indifferently, and the power furnace on his chest started to circulate at high speed at the same time.
“Brat! Don’t go too far!” Cousin Mu Baiyu pointed at Tie Zha and scolded.
“Alright” Tie Zha sighed, let go of Mu Qianhe, shrugged his shoulders, and said, “Then let’s talk.”
Everyone was dumbfounded. They didn’t even react. They didn’t expect that this guy, who had been extremely powerful since he entered, would suddenly go soft. For a moment, the hall was so quiet that even the sound of a needle dropping could be heard.
After a few seconds, Mu Baiyu gradually regained his senses. The corner of his mouth twitched and he said, “Please take a seat.”
“I’ve encountered a little trouble recently, so I can’t take off my helmet. Please forgive me.” After sitting down, Tie Zha cupped his fists and said.
“Small trouble?” Mu Baiyu asked.
“Yes, little trouble.” Repeated Tie Zha.
“Oh” Mu Baiyu suddenly nodded and said. No one could tell that it was no small trouble, but he didn’t need to expose it. Then, he turned to look at Mu Qianhe and asked, “Qianhe, is this guest your friend?”
Mu Qianhe turned his back and looked away.
Looking at the niece’s reaction, Mu Baiyu understood a bit. Then, he smiled and said to Tie Zha, “Young man, you said that you are in trouble and can’t take off your helmet. We can understand, but you should at least give us an explanation, right?”
“What explanation?” Tie Zha asked.
“We can’t let someone of unknown origin take our niece away, can we?” Mu Baiyu said.
Tie Zha thought for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, “My name is Song Haohe, the Song Family of the Western Continent.”
Although his voice was low, it was still heard by Mu Qianhe. She immediately rolled her eyes and bit her lips forcefully, but did not say anything.
“So it’s the Song Clan of the Western Continent” Mu Baiyu muttered.
“It’s just a small clan. It doesn’t have much fame.” Tie Zha said modestly.
“Did the elders of your family agree to your visit to the Far East this time?” Mu Baiyu asked again. He had heard a few years ago that his niece had talked about a boyfriend surnamed Song.
“Agreed.” Tie Zha replied straightforwardly.
Mu Baiyu looked outside and said with a hint of a finger, “Then what did you bring with you?”
“It was a friend of mine who brought help.” After saying that, Tie Zha pressed down the communication button on his helmet and whispered, “Bai Xiaoyun, come in and talk.”
Not long after, a white-skinned young man ran in, nodding and smiling everywhere. Not only that, he also held a large stack of red envelopes and gave one to the other.
“My hometown, I wish you good health.” “Uncle, I wish you all the best.” “Sister-in-law, I wish you eternal beauty and beauty.” “Little friend, I wish you to grow up quickly.”
Looking at Bai Xiaoyun’s seductive expression, Mu Qianhe felt a burst of dizziness and just wanted to find a crack in the ground. She covered her forehead and sighed softly. However, Tie Zha sat there peacefully, because Zhao Wenke had once said that when dealing with the Far East, if it was too hard, it would be too soft. If it was too soft, it would be too hard. After going back and forth a few times, the golden stones would be opened.
“Aiya, how dare you?” ‘”Aiya, don’t be so polite …” “Thank you, thank you.” As the Mu Clan delayed, they accepted the red envelope. In the blink of an eye, the hall was filled with joy. Everyone wore smiles, as if they were celebrating a festival.
On the way here, Bai Xiaoyun, regardless of gender, age, or age, even sent red envelopes to the guards. Each of them had five gold coins, which was equivalent to half a month’s wages.