Chapter 530: A Host of Enemies Attacks

Under the morning sun, Ye Chen stood before the bronze pillar, sizing up the White Tiger totem before him.

The White Tiger totem seemed to sense his gaze and suddenly lit up with a hazy glow. In a daze, the vivid totem seemed to transform into a real divine beast, which was also staring back at Ye Chen.

‘This totem’s power is truly extraordinary. It’s just as expected from a power left behind by an ancient divine beast.’

Ye Chen could sense a terrifying power, like a tidal wave capable of toppling mountains, secretly surging and growing beneath the totem.

The power wasn’t particularly dense, but its level was extremely high.

At the very least, from what Ye Chen recalled, even the aura of Luoxia, with whom he had crossed swords, was nowhere near as vast, ancient, mysterious, and profound as the aura on this old totem.

“Hm?”

‘Wait… I can actually sense the totem’s aura now?’

Ye Chen was stunned for a moment. He seemed to realize something, and a flash of ecstasy surged through his heart.

His Divine Soul power had recovered!

But just as quickly, Ye Chen calmed down.

Yes, his Divine Soul was no longer in a depleted state. Its power had indeed recovered somewhat.

But not by much. Only a tiny bit.

This tiny bit was so minuscule that he couldn’t even open the Imprisoned Dragon Grotto Heaven!

This left Ye Chen rather speechless.

‘With so little Divine Soul power, it’s as good as having none at all.’

But this also showed just how severely his Divine Soul had been damaged.

Even after absorbing two divine beast fire seeds, his Divine Soul had only shown a slight sign of recovery, no longer as chaotic and muddled as before.

‘Regardless, it’s a good sign at least.’

‘As long as it’s started to recover, my Divine Soul will eventually return to its Peak, even if I don’t obtain the Saintly Fire of Creation later.’

‘My Spiritual Cultivation is the tricky part. Even now, there isn’t the slightest sign of recovery.’

Ye Chen shook his head, not bothering to dwell on it any longer.

Now that he had the White Tiger Tribe’s fire seed, the next step was to prepare to go to the Cyan Dragon Tribe.

As for the Xuanwu Tribe, a veritable dragon’s den and tiger’s lair, he would naturally leave it for last.

Of course, before heading to the Cyan Dragon Tribe, he had to take care of one last task.

Rescuing the members of the Vermilion Bird Tribe!

A cold glint flashed in Ye Chen’s eyes.

With his current strength, he probably wouldn’t have much trouble even if he barged into the Luo Race’s territory all by himself!

Just as Ye Chen was contemplating this, a loud BANG suddenly erupted from the gate of the White Tiger Tribe.

Immediately after, the distant gate exploded. The tribe members guarding it were thrown into the distance like sandbags, drenched in blood, their life or death unknown.

The sudden commotion instantly alerted the entire tribe!

The patrolling guards were the first to spot the heavily injured tribe members. Realizing something was wrong, they hurriedly looked toward the tribe’s gate.

“You inferior barbarians, hand over the person at once!”

“Otherwise, I will flatten your tribe today! From top to bottom, not even a chicken or dog will be spared! You will all die!!!”

The murderous words suddenly boomed between heaven and earth!

A large, dark mass of figures was blocking the entrance to the White Tiger Tribe.

The man in the lead held a long spear, his posture agile and upright. It was none other than the deputy leader of the Luo Race, Sikong, who had fought Ye Chen before!

The person he demanded the White Tiger Tribe hand over was, naturally, his younger sister, Si Rong!

After all, the only person from the Luo Race held by the White Tiger Tribe was Si Rong.

At that moment, all the members of the White Tiger Tribe poured out of their homes, their faces a mixture of shock and anger as they stared at the newcomers.

No one had expected the people of the Luo Race to be so savage and brutal as to bring their forces right to the tribe’s gate!

They even threatened to slaughter the entire tribe if the person wasn’t handed over!

Their brazenly aggressive stance showed they held the White Tiger Tribe in complete contempt!

Although the people of the White Tiger Tribe were furious, they were also helpless.

Who could they blame? The White Tiger Tribe had long since declined and was now just a minor, insignificant power.

The Luo Race, at least, had a Primordial Mansion Realm Cultivator presiding over them, making them a genuine third-rate power!

Now that the White Tiger Tribe no longer had the protection of the Liuyue Sect, a second-rate power, it was no surprise they had become a fat sheep ready for the slaughter.

“Sikong?”

“You actually have the nerve to come storming our gates?”

“It seems your last defeat wasn’t enough to make you back down!”

Following a series of crisp, bell-like sounds, Qing Lian’s slender and graceful figure appeared in the middle of the tribe, surrounded by her people.

“Hmph!”

“Do you really think you can contend with my Luo Race just by relying on that brat’s power?”

“Don’t be so naive, Priestess.”

Sikong looked at Qing Lian coldly. “I’ve come here for one reason only: to see my sister. If you’re willing to release her, I can retreat and spare you for now!”

“You’re dreaming!”

Qing Lian sneered and refused without hesitation. “You kidnapped our Clan Leader and even used him as bait to lure me to the cave of a Spirit Sea Realm Wolf Demon, where I nearly died.”

“I haven’t even settled that score with your Luo Race, yet you have the gall to come here demanding someone back?”

“Unless you release my Clan Leader, I might consider it. Otherwise, there’s nothing to discuss!”

Qing Lian’s attitude was equally forceful; she was clearly not intimidated by the aggressive posture of the Luo Race.

Hearing this, Sikong’s face darkened, and a blazing killing intent surged in his eyes.

“What gives you the confidence to bargain with me? Is it that brat?”

“Where is he? Why isn’t he out here to face me yet?”

“This time, I will not lose to him again!”

An astonishing aura emanated from Sikong. The intense pressure made the faces of the White Tiger Tribe members turn pale, and they couldn’t help but take a few steps back.

Even Qing Lian’s pupils contracted.

She never would have imagined that after just three days of recovery, Sikong had not only fully healed his injuries but had also achieved a breakthrough in his cultivation.

The Sikong of this moment was now a Fourth Layer Primordial Mansion Realm Cultivator!

He was undoubtedly much stronger than he had been three days ago.

“What?”

“Are you looking for me?”

Ye Chen walked over unhurriedly. He gave Sikong a faint glance before looking away.

Three days ago, if he had wanted to suppress Sikong, he would have had to go through a vicious battle.

After all, back then, he had only barely possessed the combat power of the Primordial Mansion Realm.

Moreover, Sikong clearly had other trump cards he hadn’t used.

If they had truly fought to the death, it would have been quite dangerous.

But now, Sikong, who had just achieved a breakthrough in strength, posed no threat to Ye Chen whatsoever.

Like an ant on the side of the road, Ye Chen couldn’t even be bothered to give him a second glance.

“Brat, you’re the one I was looking for!”

Seeing Ye Chen appear, a cruel smile instantly flashed across Sikong’s face.

“This time, I’m going to tear you limb from limb!”