The scolding came to an abrupt halt when he noticed "Youxiong Hao" subtly moving his hand as if to raise his sword.
He wouldn't kill me, would he?
Since when did this barbarian start learning swordsmanship? Don't our barbarians always use their fists? Why use a sword?
You really stand out!
Lu Qingshan sneered as he toyed with the Storage Ring he had taken from Youxiong Jin. "Toiling for centuries with blood and sweat? Then, take a good look at how your revered priest has been toiling for the You Xiong Tribe!"
Clank, clank.
The hearts of the You Xiong cultivators trembled violently.
A flash of gray light.
A scroll of beast skin was taken out by Lu Qingshan from the Storage Ring of Youxiong Jin and hovered in front of the cultivators.
The You Xiong cultivators who were still scolding Lu Qingshan wore hesitant expressions on their faces, feeling a foreboding sense.
