CHAPTER 972 THE PRIMITIVE TRIBE

From the old man's choice of words and venerable demeanor, Darren could tell that he was a very

powerful person.

"Sir, I have an enemy. Can you help me deal with him?" Darren paused as he was nervous for the old

man's response.

"An enemy? Hmm. Do you want me to get rid of your enemy?"

"Yes, exactly." Darren was thrilled.

However, he did not want the old man to kill Yahya instantly. Instead, he wanted the old man to handle

his enemy's master. If the old man would finish off Yahya, it would be a violation to the holy emperor's

rules of the test. Thus, it would be considered as a failure.

"What kind of enemy do you have?" the old man asked curiously.

"My nemesis is not very powerful, but he has a strong reinforcement, which is his master. I don't think

you will have much chance to win against his master anyway," Darren said honestly.

"What? That's utter nonsense! I can best anyone of those masters anytime!"

"Well, to be frank, he is a god from the outer space," Darren replied.

The old man was speechless and his eyelids twitched.

"That's poppycock! Indeed some gods arrived on this continent thirty thousand years ago, but it is said

that those divine beings were shocked to death by the ancient rules. How can there be any god left in

this world? Ha-ha. You are one funny boy." The old man snorted. He thought that Darren was so weak

that he had mistaken someone powerful as a god.

"I'm telling you the truth, sir. He is a god from the outer space. However, his body was destroyed, so he

is currently in his soul state," Darren said seriously.

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Yes! I also have a secret to tell you," Darren said.

"Go ahead." The old man stared at Darren eagerly.

"You know, there is an ice bed from outer space in my small world, but that's not the best part. An

immortal had once been sealed on that same bed."

"An immortal? Are you sure?"

"Yes!" Darren nodded.

"Fuck off! Now, that is bullshit. Your small world was created by a holy emperor. How could it possibly

trap an immortal?" The old man began to doubt Darren because he believed that such things could

never happen.

"Why would I lie to you? I do not know why she was sealed inside, but she did exist and even

assimilated with my wife," Darren said with a straight face.

The old man frowned and remained silent.

He began to recall the ice bed and felt that Darren might be telling the truth. After all, only the most

powerful beings from the outer space could use that ice bed. Moreover, it was used solely to keep

spiritual souls.

After giving it some thought, the old man concluded that the so-called immortal might had been

seriously injured and by chance fell into that small world.

"In that case, I don't care if you are bragging or not. Find a chance to take me to see your enemy. I'd

like to see if a god without a body can withstand my attack!" Darren was surprised that the old man

wanted to meet the god's soul that he had mentioned.

"Really? Thank you so much, sir!" Darren saluted.

The old man nodded and continued, "I'm going to study the body of Shura. Meanwhile, you can stay

with my tribe for the time being. You might learn something from some of the brilliant warriors there.

Consider it as a reward for your ice bed."

"Well, all right. Which tribe are you from, sir?"

Darren had heard that the most powerful tribe in the village was called the Dark Tribe.

However, the old man said, "My tribe is called the Primitive Tribe, the most powerful tribe in the area.

They also call me 'ancestor'."

"What?" Darren was confused.

"Why? What's wrong?"

"I heard that the most powerful tribe there is called Dark Tribe. Is that true?" Darren said.

"Humph!" The old man's face suddenly turned cold. He spat and replied, "That tribe was established by

a bastard! How can they be the strongest? You know, I will destroy them personally after attending to

more important matters."

Darren seemed to understand that those two tribes were longtime rivals.

From the old man's words, Darren knew that the Dark Tribe was powerful indeed. However, he did not

believe that the old man could wipe out their entire tribe. If the old man could really kill them all, he

might had already done so.

Still, Darren wondered how powerful the Dark Tribe was.

"Well, I see. Given your strength, it will be easy for you to annihilate their whole tribe." Darren did not

say much, so he just ended their conversation by ingratiating the old man.

"Yes, that is correct." The old man nodded and said, "Well, go ahead. When you arrive at the tribe,

expect that you will be treated as an honorable guest. You will have the most comfortable

accommodation. When I need you, I will call you immediately."

The old man waved his hand and a big door suddenly appeared. He signaled for Darren to go in.

Darren coughed and asked, "Uhm. What about my subordinates?"

"Oh, just leave them here. I won't do anything to them. Now, off you go," the old man said impatiently.

"Okay, okay." Darren nodded and walked into the door that allowed him to travel through space.

Darren felt a soft breeze and a warm light that shone on his face. Then, he was surrounded by tall

mountain ranges with many huts on the foot of the mountain.

As soon as Darren appeared, a wave of cheers met him.

Thousands of ancient humans seemed to be waiting for Darren's arrival.

Then, a strong and tall man with a powerful aura came out of the crowd. He stopped in front of Darren.

With one hand on his chest, he nodded slightly and said, "Welcome, Mr. Chu. I'm the patriarch of the

tribe, Yusuf Hong."

Darren was shocked to receive such special treatment. He quickly said, "Patriarch Yusuf, thank you so

much for having me. I'm flattered."

"Mr. Chu, you are a friend of our ancestor. You deserve all the respect we give you."

The patriarch displayed great reverence to Darren. Then, he led Darren towards a large stone house,

which was the most luxurious building of the tribe.

When he got inside the lavishly appointed house, an extravagant feast awaited him. The long table was

filled with huge platters of the best meat stuffed with savory fruit and nuts. Countless breads,

vegetables, sweets, and waterfalls of wine were also served.

"You know what? I think this guy is a liar. How could he be the ancestor's friend? Humph!"

a young man shouted out loud before the end of the meal.

"Aven, don't be rude," Yusuf Hong scolded him lightly, but there was not much reproach in his words.

Darren then realized that the people were polite to him only on the surface, including the patriarch.

"Patriarch Yusuf, did I say anything wrong? This guy can't even beat a five-year-old kid. How do we

know that he's really a friend of the ancestor? I don't buy it!" C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

"You are going too far, Aven! How dare you offend the ancestor's friend?" The patriarch continued to

reprimand Aven insincerely. Then, he said, "The ancestor is a wise man. He must have his reasons for

choosing Mr. Chu as his friend. In my opinion, Mr. Chu is so modest that he must have been hiding his

real strength all this time. If you continue to behave like this, I will have to imprison you, Aven!"

"Humph! If an ant like him can survive a second under my Primitive Fighting Force, I'm willing to accept

the punishment!" The young man suddenly stood up boastfully.

'The Primitive Fighting Force!'

Darren did not get offended. Instead, he felt happy that they knew Primitive Fighting Force.