Chapter 639 - 46: Divine Power Duel

Today, the Inner City of Desert City is bustling with excitement.

An elderly Human Race cultivator is daring enough to challenge Banu, known as the greatest warrior of the Barbarian Race, in a contest of strength.

Moreover, it’s under the premise that Banu has openly declared his possession of Divine Power.

Inside the fortress at the city’s center.

"Are you saying there’s a Nascent Soul Level Primordial Spirit intruding into your Sea of Consciousness?" Sitting atop the tall fortress, an old barbarian with hair like silver needles scrutinized the person below with piercing eyes.

"Yes, fortunately, I was quick-witted, or else our team would’ve been wiped out." The barbarian below spoke with lingering fear, while not forgetting to praise his own cleverness.

Upon hearing this, the elder barbarian inadvertently smirked, but he still nodded: "Niu Mang, you did well."

"Then, Clan Leader, we should run!" Niu Mang, elated by the praise, immediately suggested.

The old barbarian tightened his brows at these words, then slowly relaxed them, speaking deeply and meaningfully: "Niu Mang, with your Power of the Divine Soul, if a True Monarch’s Primordial Spirit wanted your life, could you have returned alive?"

"That’s why I was smart! I took the tribe and fled at the first moment." Niu Mang emphasized again.

"Of course, your cleverness is important, but I’m saying this isn’t the key. The key is that the other party didn’t intend to take your life. Otherwise, the moment the Primordial Spirit invaded your Sea of Consciousness, you’d be dead, leaving no room for your cleverness." The old barbarian, rather exasperated, ultimately restrained his emotions as he explained.

With muscles like coiled dragons and a face full of flesh, Niu Mang widened his eyes: "Clan Leader truly is the smartest leader our Barbarian Race has had in a thousand years! You even realized it without experiencing it yourself. Yes, that person definitely didn’t really want to kill me."

The old barbarian nodded helplessly.

"Then... we don’t need to run?" Niu Mang exhaled deeply.

Once more, the old barbarian nodded, wearily waving his hand, not wanting to say another word to him.

"Clan Leader, something major has happened."

At this moment, another barbarian guard with strong limbs rushed in energetically from outside.

"What is it? Is it a Nascent Soul True Monarch coming to kill us?" Niu Mang, who had just reached the door, hurriedly grabbed the person to ask.

"How many of them are there? Have they entered the city? Have they started killing?"

"Speak quickly!"

"Huh?" The barbarian guard’s face went blank due to confusion, as if his brain short-circuited.

"What ’huh’? Speak up!" Niu Mang shook him vigorously, extremely anxious.

"Niu Mang!" the old barbarian shouted, somewhat mentally exhausted.

"Tell us, what exactly happened?" He was already used to these tribesmen, whose limbs were developed and minds simple, being startled over nothing.

"Oh, Clan Leader, it’s Banu who’s about to compete with an Old Douding in Divine Power." The guard, regaining his senses, reported the matter.

"..." Niu Mang.

"..." The old clan leader.

"Dismissed!" The old clan leader waved his hand with some helpless annoyance.

"Ay! Such a big deal? That kid Banu is even bullying people." Niu Mang suddenly slapped his thigh, exclaiming in surprise.

"I’m going to bet all I have on Banu to win."

"Clan Leader, you should quickly retrieve the family assets, before others win everything. Trust me, if we bet on Banu winning, we can win it all from them."

The old clan leader’s eyelids twitched, his mustache oscillating rhythmically before he finally spoke: "Win from whom?"

"Of course, win from those fools betting on Old Douding to win."

The old clan leader waved him away, signaling him to leave quickly.

Meanwhile, he felt a wave of mental exhaustion, having countless times questioned the heavens why, among all the vast Barbaric Race, he had to be the one bestowed with mature wisdom.

If he had a choice, he too would want to be just like these tribesmen, simply a barbarian with developed limbs and a simple mind.

That way, he wouldn’t appear as a decaying timber despite being less than two hundred years old.

Mental exhaustion!

After Niu Mang stormed out of the fortress like the wind, the old clan leader also slowly stood up, heading towards the Central Plaza of the Inner City.

Currently, within the entire Barbaric Race, Banu was a younger barbarian he had higher hopes for.

Not only did he possess inherent divine strength surpassing that of ordinary tribesmen, but most importantly, he also had slightly greater intelligence than average tribesmen.

Perhaps he could be nurtured as the next generation of a leader.

At the Central Plaza.

"Banu, Banu..."

At this moment, the voices of people filled the air as more and more barbarians swarmed in.

Yet, the liveliest place wasn’t the fighting stage with Li Ji’an and Banu, but a large stone slab in a corner of the plaza.

There, many barbarians pressed forward, slapping their brought wealth onto the stone slab.

The stone slab was several feet long and two feet wide, with an ancient sword mark in the center dividing it into two sides.

The barbarians’ betting method wasn’t complicated, with the two sides signifying victory or defeat.

Throw your bets on either side.

The winning side divides up the wealth on the losing side of the stone slab.

Currently, the right side of the stone slab was already piled high with various wealth, such as Demon Beast Meat, beast hides, minerals, Spirit Plants, Spirit Stones...

But the left side remained empty.

As such, whenever new barbarians approached, many would suggest they bet on the left side of the stone slab.

"Bet on Old Douding, Old Douding will definitely win."

"Bet on the left, the left will definitely win."

"Banu is sick today; he’s bound to lose."

...

When Niu Mang arrived with all his wealth on hand, he saw the left side of the stone slab was bare, and his smile froze on his face.

"Win from whom?" The clan leader’s words, the most clever in the clan, suddenly echoed in his mind.

"Yes, win from whom?" His gaze moved from the empty stone slab on the left to the stone slab on the right.

On it, the accumulated wealth was already as high as a mountain.

"Commander Niu Mang, you’re here too."

"Commander Niu Mang!"

...

As the chief commander of the clan and one of the five Fake Pill experts, Niu Mang held a lofty identity and status. The moment he stepped into the crowd, he was warmly greeted by the tribe.