The leaves fall in the autumn wind, and the whole world is withered and yellow.

A small tribe of more than a hundred people takes root at the foot of the mountain.

At this moment, an old man with white beard and hair was leading the tribe members to pray to a stone statue.

"Great Lord Engalta, please bless the patriarch and warriors for their safe return."

With a crash, hundreds of Hun tribesmen all knelt on the ground with pious expressions on their faces.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, a gap opened in the statue that looked like a scarecrow.

The people of the mixed tribe did not notice the strange phenomenon of the statue.

There was only the old man standing at the front.

When he saw the cracks in the statue, he seemed to have thought of something.

Soon, the old man's face showed an unparalleled expression of excitement.

"Holy God, Lord Engalta finally responded to us!"

The old man's cheers immediately attracted the attention of the people.

The next moment, hundreds of pairs of blazing eyes were staring at the stone tablet.

"Click, click."

The cracks in the statue grew larger and larger until the entire statue shattered.

In the shocked eyes of the Hun tribe.

A figure stood up from where the statue was cracked.

The figure has black hair, black eyes, and a handsome appearance. It is Lu Yuan who was teleported from Taiyi City by Engalta.

"here it is..."

Lu Yuan frowned slightly as he looked at the crowd of people kneeling on the ground.

Engalta only told him that he had accepted a small ethnic group as his subordinates thousands of years ago.

Now that thousands of years have passed, he only knows that this race still exists, but he has no idea what its condition is.

Now it seems that this so-called Hun tribe is living a miserable life.

With a sweep of his spiritual consciousness, Lu Yuan easily realized that the entire tribe in front of him was here.

A group of only a hundred people?

Tsk tsk.

"Your Majesty the Holy Son, please pay homage to the Hun tribe!"

When the old man saw Lu Yuan stepping out of the statue, he didn't care why the statue of the Daoling Tribe showed up as a human being.

He took his followers and paid homage to him.

"Okay, everyone, get up."

Lu Yuan couldn't stand this behavior, and at the same time he also wondered whether he was in the wrong place.

Is this really the real world of gods?

Why do I feel like I'm in the wilderness?

But when Lu Yuan raised his head and looked at the ten bright suns stretching between heaven and earth on the endless sky, he understood.

He came right.

Every bright sun in the sky represents a true god and a powerful person.

He is also the pillar of the clan among the top ten ethnic groups.

Lu Yuan squinted his eyes and did not stare at the sky for too long.

At this time, the old man with white beard and hair from the Hun tribe, who was also the chief elder of the Hun tribe, looked at Lu Yuan diligently.

"May I ask, Holy Son, when will Lord Engalta come? The Hun tribe has been waiting for you for nearly a thousand years!"

Lu Yuan shook his head and said: "He will not come, but Lord Engalta asked me to lead your tribe to glory."

When he heard that Engalta would not come, the lips of the great elder of the Hun tribe suddenly trembled slightly.

"But Lord Holy Son..."

"Isn't your strength somewhat..."

The great elder did not finish what he said, but the meaning was already very clear.

"My strength?"

Lu Yuan smiled, and the eyes of the Wolf King slowly appeared between his eyebrows.

"A small Hun tribe with only one hundred and twenty-seven people, how dare you—f*ck!"

With the activation of the Wolf King's Eyes, Lu Yuan could easily see clearly the strength of these ungrateful people in front of him.

He felt mentally broken.

[Hunren toddler Xiao Ming]

Realm: Ninth level cultivator

Bloodline: Silver Primary

Combat strength:1w1

【Hunren Women Aster】

Realm: second-level cultivator

Bloodline:Golden Level

Combat strength:8w2

[Shi Wu, a strong man from the Hun Dynasty]

Realm: first-class cultivator

Bloodline: Golden Intermediate Level

Combat strength:9w5

[Ding Si, the great elder of the Hun people]

Realm: fourth level of natural disaster

Bloodline: Diamond Beginner

Combat strength:56w

"What kind of village is this?"

Lu Yuan swallowed.

"Lord Holy Son, the Hun tribe is not a village, but a genuine and high-quality force in the True God Realm."

Ding Si, the great elder of the Hun people, clasped his hands in his fists and said nothing.

"What is imported power?"

Lu Yuan said doubtfully.

"Don't you, the Holy Son, even know about the top-ranking forces?"

The great elder was a little surprised.

It seems that if I don't show you what I'm doing, you won't know why the flowers are so red.

Lu Yuan knew that this was because people looked down upon his own strength.

So, he doesn't talk nonsense.

Four layers of sharp golden arrows were condensed and shot out in an instant.

A dazzling light rose in the Hunren tribe, and the entire tribe was enveloped by a sharp edge.

Many Hunren tribe members rolled their eyes and fainted under the powerful arrow.

"Lord Holy Son, please show mercy!"

When the great elder saw this scene, his expression changed and he quickly shouted to dissuade him.

Buzzing.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Lu Yuan quickly gathered his strength.

"How about it, can you tell me now?"

Lu Yuan said calmly.

The great elder Ding Si smiled bitterly, nodded, and made a gesture of invitation.
To be continued...