Qin Hao still didn’t speak, only squinted his eyes.
Those familiar with him all knew.
When Qin Hao squints his eyes, it ans he harbors murderous intent.
However, Tu didn’t know. But, even if he did know, he wouldn’t back down.
He was the tribal official’s child and the strongest warrior of this generation.
He had his own pride and looked down on anyone of his generation.
Including Qin Hao, this handso outsider.
"Still not speaking?"
Tu’s expression gradually beca more displeased: "You should make a choice, my blade is fast, you won’t feel pain. A word of warning: if you don’t answer, I might chop off your two hands."
Nearby, the young generation all silently mourned for Qin Hao.
So tragic.
This outsider, couldn’t he do sothing else?
Of all people, he had to provoke a maniac like Tu.
Relying on his power and background, Tu was lawless in the tribe, countless people had died under his abuse, this poor outsider would follow those souls into the abyss.
Everyone felt that once Tu targeted soone, there was no path other than becoming disabled or dead.
So, people thought Qin Hao was going to be unlucky.
Who would have thought, Qin Hao, the supposed unlucky one, not only didn’t cower, but instead showed an impatient expression: "You street rat, are you so damn parrot? Blabbering on and annoying people, can you shut your mouth and go eat your maggots?"
The mont these words were said, the crowd first fell silent for three seconds. Then, every person’s expression shifted, so shocked, so unbelieving.
Even Tu was stunned for a while before realizing, instinctively saying: "You dare insult ?"
"Insult you? Insulting trash like you only dirties my tongue, I’m here to humiliate you and trample on you!" Qin Hao’s voice was very calm, not like he was scolding soone.
Yet these words were like a sharp sword piercing Tu’s heart.
He instinctively stepped back, his expression sowhat unnatural.
He had been a life-long bully, the Great Demon King.
But that didn’t an his will was strong.
On the contrary, because he had never been scolded, his heart had never been hardened and was especially fragile.
Now, Qin Hao’s successive verbal onslaught, novel and sharp, could be said to pierce through Tu’s heart.
The young onlookers ca to their senses, looking at Qin Hao with a hint of admiration.
This person dared to curse even Tu.
Just this courage was already extraordinary.
Yet, no matter how brave one is, angering Tu only hastens death’s approach.
As everyone anticipated.
After a short heartbreak, Tu’s expression changed drastically, he roared furiously, "I’ll kill you!"
While speaking, his big hand extended, aiming for Qin Hao’s neck.
As he was about to grab Qin Hao.
That’s when Mang’s voice rang out: "No."
Whoosh.
An arrow landed at Tu’s feet.
Tu halted, turning angrily, "Mang, do you want to die too?"
Mang was the second warrior of the tribe, extraordinarily skilled in archery.
Without getting close, Tu couldn’t ignore him.
Thus, he had to reluctantly stop.
"This is judgnt, it should be decided by the Clan Leader." Mang’s expression didn’t change, his attitude calm and composed.
Because of spending so ti together, Qin Hao’s bravery and strength had earned Mang’s respect.
Thus, he didn’t want Qin Hao to die unjustly.
For such a warrior, a fair judgnt was deserved.
"Mang, are you an idiot! My father didn’t say anything, it’s tacit consent! Why are you interrupting!"
Mang glanced at the platform, noticing the Clan Leader indeed had no intention to intervene, he couldn’t help but frown.
The Clan Leader’s doting on his son was too much in recent years.
Even at a ti like this, he indulged Tu excessively.
This was very inappropriate.
Mang indeed was very displeased.
But under Tu and the Clan Leader’s pressure, he could only shut his mouth.
"Hey." Seeing Mang subdued, Tu then turned to Qin Hao, his expression fierce: "Little bastard, now no one can save you."
Qin Hao ignored him, only gazing at a certain place.
There, blocked by many tribesn, couldn’t be seen clearly.
But Qin Hao was smiling while gazing at it, as if he saw the most beautiful scenery in the world.
Tu, furious at Qin Hao’s expression, was about to make a move when soone shouted: "The Saintess is here!"
"What!"
Tu turned to look, and indeed, where Qin Hao was looking, there was a commotion, and the Saintess Ah Sang actually walked over.
Ah Sang seed completely healed, walking very lightly.
She walked with her head held high, her tall posture like a peacock. Her expression was calm, her beautiful face with an air of seldom-seen pride.
With her appearance, all the young ones present felt a warmth within, their faces uncontrollably showing longing.
At this mont, Ah Sang beca the true Saintess of the tribe and the protagonist in the scene.
"Wife..." Seeing Ah Sang appear, Tu was first surprised, followed by joy.
He leaned closer, attempting to reach out.
But Ah Sang frowned, "Please mind your language."
Tu’s hand froze mid-air, unbelievingly asking, "Ah Sang, what do you an?"
In his impression, the past Ah Sang was gentle and shy.
Thus, in many matters, he had the upper hand.
But now, the aura Ah Sang gave him was cold and domineering.
As if she’d turned into another person.
"Tu, mind your language. If you dare spread rumors outside, I will be unkind to you."
Ah Sang’s voice was extraordinarily chilling, prompting those present to be deeply shocked.
Why was the Saintess so domineering!?
She dared to oppose Tu?
"Ah Sang! You!"
Tu gritted his teeth in anger. He wanted to speak, but didn’t know what to say.
He wanted to make a move, but was astonished to discover that as a newly baptized Saintess, Ah Sang’s power had beco extraordinarily strong.
He might not be her match.
While Tu hesitated, Ah Sang directly walked past him and ca before Qin Hao, her cold expression transforming into warmth: "Hao, sorry for the grievance."
This scene, these words, this tone.
Stunned everyone present.
What’s with the Saintess’s expression!
Why is she so gentle to this outsider?
Oh my! What kind of luck does this outsider have to receive such kindness from the Saintess!
Envy, jealousy, hate!
At this mont, Qin Hao felt many malicious glances from fellow n.
But he had no fear, instead showing Ah Sang a smile: "It’s nothing; as long as you’re healthy, I’m happy."
These words may an nothing to others.
But to Ah Sang, they were regarded as sweet talk.
Her pretty face flushed red, she softly said: "Hao, I don’t know how to thank you."
"Then marry ," Qin Hao said half-jokingly.
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