ream as its body was sent flying backward like a stone.Before he could even land, Jiang Yun took a step forward, following him like a shadow. His fist was already before his face, and he struck again...Feeling the heavy killing intent emanating from these cultivators, Jiang Yun couldn't help but feel a twinge of helplessness!

His mission was to help the Wastelanders change their fate, but before he could even enter the gates of Waste City, he had already become their enemy!

Although this made it more difficult for him to complete the task, Jiang Yun had no regrets about his actions.

I wouldn't dare say I'm going to earn the respect of the savages, but I'm not their slave. At the very least, I deserve to be treated as an equal.

Such an identity, the wild race wouldn't bestow passively, one could only obtain it through strength!

Moreover, the cultivators surrounding them who wanted to kill them, even though they were practitioners of both runes and spiritual energy, the strongest among them, that middle-aged man, was only equivalent to a Dao Spirit Realm cultivator.

For someone like Jiang Yun who could easily kill those at the Heavenly Blessing Realm, these people posed absolutely no threat at all.

"Up!"

The middle-aged man shouted again, and all the cultivators around him immediately launched an attack.

In an instant, all sorts of chaotic runes, various kinds of spells, and even some weapons were raining down upon Jiang Yun.

Faced with these attacks, Ginger Cloud didn't even cast any spells to resist. Instead, he allowed all of them to land heavily on his body.

"Boom boom boom!"

Suddenly, earth-shattering explosions roared one after another, and multicolored lights engulfed Ginger Cloud completely.

Just when everyone thought that even if Jiang Yun didn't die, he would definitely be seriously injured, the middle-aged man with a sneer suddenly felt his throat constrict.

Then, a lightness swept through his body, and he found himself inexplicably lifted off the ground.

In front of me, Jiang Yun's figure appeared. In my ears, I also recalled Jiang Yun's calm voice.

"Just now you said that as long as I defeat you, I can enter the city. So if I kill you, it should count as following the rules, right"

This sudden scene surprised everyone.

With so many eyes watching, they all clearly saw Jiang Yun being struck by countless spells. However, not only was Jiang Yun unscathed, but he also easily grabbed the middle-aged man.

Especially that middle-aged man, though he was standing before the city gates of the ruined city, though he was a member of the Waste Tribe, he didn't doubt for a moment that Jiang Yun's hand gripping his throat could crush his windpipe at any time!

"Whether you are from the Slaying Gods Temple or not, as long as you dare to kill my members of the wasteland tribe, then you will become my wasteland tribe's eternal enemy, until death do us part!"

Just then, a voice with a hint of laziness suddenly rang out in everyone's ears.

Following the sound, I saw a young man who looked to be only about twenty years old standing above the plaque that read "Waste".

The young man was handsome, with a lazy expression on his face. He leaned against the plaque, his feet dangling in the air, swinging back and forth as if he were extremely relaxed.

At the sight of this man, everyone surrounding the city gate immediately bowed in unison and addressed the young man, saying, "Greetings, Sir!"

Ginger Cloud naturally saw this person, but Ginger Cloud's gaze was only fixed on the young man's eyebrows. There, a vertical rune stood out prominently.

That rune was naturally the Desolate Rune, but it was incomplete, somewhat similar to Jiang Yun's situation.

It looks like the very first stroke of some kind of chaotic pattern.

Although even now, Jiang Yun still doesn't know the difference between the true members of the Wild Race and the Wild Slaves, he speculates that this young man called "Master" should be a true member of the Wild Race.

As for the others, they are naturally slaves.

Perhaps, true savages would reveal a single savage mark on their foreheads, distinguishing them from the enslaved savages.

As this thought flashed through his mind, Ginger Cloud looked at the young man and calmly said: "Whether he lives or dies is not up to me, but to your clan's attitude!"

"Oh" the young man raised an eyebrow and said, "Then I don't know, what kind of attitude do you want"

"Jiang Yun said faintly, 'Although I'm new to this place and may not understand the rules, it shouldn't be so that I'm treated as a spy from the Slaying God Temple. It's even more unreasonable to capture and kill me upon meeting.'"

"You could let him go, but as a leader of the Wild Tribe, surely you can give me an explanation for today's events"

Jiang Yun was also very clear that even if the man he caught was just an uncultivated slave, if he killed him, he would truly become an enemy of the wasteland race, thus preventing him from completing his mission.

"The young man smiled slightly: 'If it were any other time, of course it wouldn't be this serious. But now is a critical time, so these guards are bound to be a bit more sensitive!'"

Emergency situation!

These four words also caused a slight stir in Ginger Cloud's heart, making him even more certain that this era was about to witness the impending war between the Barbarians and the Dao Lords.

After a pause, the young man continued, "Here's how it goes: I admire your courage. Let him go, and I'll allow you into the city. This matter ends here. What do you say"

Ginger Cloud pretended to ponder for a while before nodding and saying, "Good!"

After finishing his words, Jiang Yun relaxed his palm. The middle-aged man suddenly fell to the ground and hurriedly took a few steps back, creating distance between himself and Jiang Yun.

But the hostility and fear in his eyes when he looked at Jiangyun remained.

>>>>

Now Jiang Yun also understood, the sudden surge of power that had just attacked him was not from anyone, but from this deserted city.

As for the reason for obstructing oneself, it is naturally because one is not a member of the barbarian tribe.

Therefore, if one wants to enter the city, they can only get the approval of the barbarian tribesmen.

I didn't see any young people take action, just heard him say, "That's enough!"

Gingercloud hesitated for no moment, taking large, calm strides, and stepped into the deserted city.

Looking at Gingercloud gradually blending into the crowd, a thoughtful look appeared on the young man's face. "Strange, on this person, I feel a sense of familiarity, yet he is definitely not from my clan!"

"This person's strength is not weak, their origin is unknown, and they should not be underestimated."

"However, if he is truly not from the Temple of God Killers, then perhaps we could consider bringing him into our clan. After all, times are tough now and we need capable people!"

The young man waved his hand towards the crowd gathered below, and then he rose into the air, entering the deserted city as well.

However, the young people did not go to track down Jiang Yun, but went straight into the deserted city and before the five palaces shaped like palms. After a moment's hesitation, they entered the lowest palace.

Although there were guards stationed outside the palace gates, when they saw the young man, none of them stopped him. Instead, they bowed and greeted him respectfully, allowing him to enter.

While the young people were clearly not first-time visitors to this palace, they moved through it with ease and familiarity.

Until he arrived before a side hall, he bowed his fist towards the closed door and said, "Uncle!"

A moment after the young man's voice faded, a frail voice echoed from within the palace gates: "Huatuo, is something the matter"

A young man named Huangtu said to his uncle, "Uncle, I want to inquire about someone's background!"

Who

"A person who has just entered the deserted city!"

What is special about this person

"This person is not from our clan. They just had an argument with the guards at the city gate, but I feel a sense of familiarity from them."

As he spoke, the scar on Huangtu's brow suddenly left his forehead, spreading and growing like branches. It multiplied until it formed the image of a cloud of ginger in mid-air!

First published on the Traditional Chinese Novels Networke would not take lightly the growing power of the Wild Tribe, nor the existence of its own deputy general.It is very likely that they will launch a final decisive battle in advance, eliminating the Ba...