“Ancestor, what do we do now?” Gu Ling looked troubled as he turned to Lu Zhuo.

Lu Zhuo furrowed his brows, his heart heavy as he said to Gu Ling, “Come on, we’ll go welcome them.” Nevertheless, the other party was the Giant Tribe Patriarch, both his status and identity higher than theirs. Before both sides completely faced off, it was customary for Lu Zhuo to welcome Ju Wufei.

When Lu Zhuo, Gu Ling, and a group of Barbarian God Sect Grand Elders gathered outside the sect, Ju Wufei’s group was standing high above the mountain range with their hands behind their back, releasing faint pressure from their bodies. Before this faint pressure, the faces of the Barbarian God Sect disciples below became ashen, their eyes filled with fear as if they were facing the end of the world.

Even Lu Zhuo and Gu Ling’s breath was stuck in their...