Chapter 292: Enemy Attack, Tribe Battle!

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Tianfeng tribe, ancestral shrine.

Whoosh!

When Feng Yuan and Feng Changqing arrived on the spiritual boat, they looked forward and saw that the ancestral temple was already filled with people. Many tribesmen had gathered and all of them had sorrowful expressions.

In the middle of the hall of the ancestral shrine was a coffin.

At this moment, everyone’s expression was extremely heavy.

The leader of the Tianfeng tribe, Feng Zhentian, led the tribe members and knelt respectfully in the mourning hall. There was no noise at all.

Pin-drop silence.

Other than that, on both sides of the mourning hall were two elders with deep auras. They were the two remaining Divine Wheel realm patriarchs of the Tianfeng tribe.

At this moment, they were silent. They quietly stared at the coffin in the center of the ancestral shrine, helplessness and sighs flowing in their old eyes. But more so was worry.

Although the Tianfeng tribe was a large tribe with nearly 100,000 people, and both their strength and heritage were extremely strong, they were not the only powerful tribe in the Thunder Swamp region.

Apart from the Tianfeng tribe, there were also the Chiyue tribe, the Cangming tribe, the Xuanniao tribe, and other large tribes. Those tribes were no weaker than the Tianfeng tribe.

Furthermore, to compete for the various resources of Thunder Swamp, the struggles between the tribes had always been very intense.

In fact, they were like fire and water.

This was especially true for the Chiyue tribe, which bordered the Tianfeng tribe. After tens of thousands of years of fighting, the two sides had long since become mortal enemies. Each wanted to destroy the other.

However, since the strength of the Tianfeng tribe and the Chiyue tribe was not too far apart, even though the two sides had been fighting for tens of thousands of years, neither had been unable to destroy the other party.

Unfortunately, this balance was about to be broken.

This was because, in the past thousand years, the younger generation of the Tianfeng tribe had been lacking in talent and strength. In fact, they were even inferior to the Chiyue tribe.

The Tianfeng tribe was already showing signs of decline. At this rate, they would be annexed by the Chiyue tribe sooner or later.

Now, with Feng Qingyun’s death, the pressure on the Tianfeng tribe’s survival would become incomparably great. With only two Divine Wheel realm patriarchs left, it would be difficult for them to support the tribe.

The more they thought about it, the more emotions of worry filled Feng Qinglei and Feng Qingming’s eyes.

Zhentian, is everyone here?”

After a long silence, Feng Qinglei, who was sitting on the left side of the mourning hall, asked Feng Zhentian.

Hearing this, Feng Zhentian turned around and swept his gaze across the direct descendants inside and outside the ancestral shrine before nodding.

“Patriarch, everyone is here.”

“Alright. In that case, let’s follow the tradition of the Tianfeng tribe and hold a memorial ceremony for Patriarch Qingyun to send him off.”

Feng Qinglei instructed calmly.

“Yes! The patriarch has ordered the ritual to begin. The tribesmen will pay their respects!”

Wu…

As Feng Zhentian’s voice fell, a deep and solemn horn sounded outside the ancestral shrine. Following that, all the tribesmen in the ancestral shrine began to kneel and worship according to the tribe’s traditional ritual.

Feng Changqing was also a direct descendant of the tribe, but as he had no cultivation, he was arranged to be at the back of the crowd.

At this moment, he was following the people in the ancestral temple and worshiping Patriarch Qingyun with a pious attitude. However, compared to the others, he looked at the coffin in the ancestral shrine and had different thoughts.

His heart was restless.

“Now, I’m only missing the last Divine Wheel realm corpse before I can invite the heavens’ emissary, Dongfang Bubai, to help me solve the problem in my body and embark on the path of cultivation. Patriarch Qingyun has unfortunately died, but he was a Divine Wheel realm powerhouse. If I use his corpse…”

Feng Changqing’s eyes were fixed on the coffin in the mourning hall.

Gradually, his eyes revealed a look of desire.

“No, that’s the old patriarch who contributed countless merits to the tribe and protected the tribe with his life. Now that he’s dead, if I offer his corpse to someone else, I’ll be worse than an animal. I can’t do that!”

“However, the patriarch is already dead. If I can use his corpse to change my life and fate, he can be considered to be doing a good deed for his descendant. I am only missing a corpse to change my fate and there is one right in front of me.”

Feng Changqing’s heart was at war.

He stared intently at Feng Qingyun’s coffin. There seemed to be two voices fighting within him, causing him to fall into a deep dilemma.

On one hand, it was a moral constraint, and on the other hand, it was a cruel fate. He felt that he could not make a choice.

Boom!

Just as he was struggling madly in his heart, two earth-shattering explosions suddenly came from the distant sky.

Soon after, amidst the terrified and miserable screams of the tribe members, a ferocious and terrifying hand with a monstrous force ruthlessly landed within the tribe.

Bang!

The punch landed and penetrated Tianfeng City. All the buildings and tribesmen in the way were destroyed.

Seeing this, everyone in the ancestral shrine was shocked.

“Patriarch, something bad has happened! The people of the Chiyue tribe have attacked!”

At this moment, a tribesman came to the ancestral shrine in panic and reported.

What? The Chiyue tribe was attacking?

Whoosh!

As soon as this was said, everyone in the mourning hall who was paying their respects to Feng Qingyun immediately stood up and took out their weapons as quickly as possible.

Even Feng Qinglei and Feng Qingming stood up, their cold and sharp eyes looking at the void outside the tribe.

Following this, the two of them walked out of the ancestral shrine together.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Right at this moment, three resplendent rainbow lights descended. Three elders with overwhelming auras appeared in Tianfeng City.

What?!

That’s… The three Divine Wheel realm patriarchs of the Chiyue tribe? All of them actually moved out?”

“Damned bastard! They’re taking advantage of the situation!”

“Fight! Fight! Fight! Well fight it out with the Chiyue tribe!”

“I swear I won’t give up until my blood dries up!”

While everyone was shocked, shocking battle intent still erupted from their bodies.

“Everyone, follow me to face the enemy! Let’s kill these bastards from the Chiyue tribe and chase them out!” Feng Qinglei roared.

After saying that, he immediately waved his hand and took out an ancient green battle sword. He charged aggressively at the Chiyue tribe’s patriarchs.

“Kill them! Men, strengthen the Tianfeng tribe!” Feng Qingming also roared.

Following this, he also took out an ancient spear and went to battle the patriarchs of the Chiyue tribe.

The Tianfeng tribe and the Chiyue tribe had long been mortal enemies. They had experienced such a scene countless times.

Therefore, when the three patriarchs of the Chiyue tribe and their powerhouses charged over, the people of the Tianfeng tribe did not hesitate or fear. They immediately picked up their weapons and charged over.

They would either kill the other party or be killed by the other party. Dying in a battle for the tribe was the highest honor.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The two sides did not waste any words and went straight into the tribe battle.

After Feng Qinglei and Feng Qingming, the leader Feng Zhentian also led the tribe members to join the battle.

This sudden scene caused Feng Changqing to clench his fists tightly.

“Changqing, you don’t have any cultivation, so don’t run around. Stay in the ancestral shrine and guard Patriarch Qingyun. Rest assured and wait for our victorious return.”

Just as he was in a daze, Feng Yuan arrived in front of him and said in a deep voice.

“Big brother, be careful!”

Don’t worry, I’ll be fine!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Yuan took a step forward and left the ancestral shrine. He appeared outside the tribe and started fighting with the Chiyue tribe.

In the blink of an eye, all the tribesmen who could fight had left and gone to battle to kill the enemy, leaving only Feng Changqing standing alone in the solemn ancestral shrine.

The only one accompanying him was the deceased patriarch, Feng Qingyun..