This time, Edward Strong was not so lucky. He only felt as if a great mountain was pressing straight down on him, impossible to resist. He could only watch helplessly as a palm landed on his face.

　　Smack!

　　In full view of everyone, blood spurted wildly from Edward Strong's mouth. His body, like a torn sack, was flung high into the air and rolled off the ceremonial platform.

　　Pfft!

　　He spat out several mouthfuls of blood in succession, and a broken tooth fell from his mouth. Dizzy and dazed, Edward Strong felt his head buzzing. Before he could recover, a dark figure stomped viciously on his head.

　　"What are you, to dare threaten this clan leader?"

　　Before everyone's eyes, Edward Strong was pinned firmly to the ground by Charles Bennett.

　　From childhood, the arrogant and domineering Edward Strong had never experienced such humiliation. To be trampled underfoot on his own turf was even more unbearable than being killed. If he could not wash away today's disgrace, it was imaginable that he would never be able to lift his head in the tribe again.

　　He struggled with all his might to move, trying to get up from under Charles Bennett's foot, but nothing changed. Edward Strong roared hoarsely, "You beast! How dare you humiliate the young clan leader like this! Charles Bennett, I will kill you! Not just you, but also that bitch Alice Moore—I will make her be defiled by thousands, become a whore for all men, ah..."

　　Not only did Charles Bennett show no sign of yielding, he kept pushing Edward Strong's limits. Even trampling Edward Strong underfoot made Lily Strong lose face. Although he himself looked down on his brother Edward Strong, he could not lose face in front of the tribe. If word got out, the entire Black Mountain Tribe would become a laughingstock among the other tribes. Charles Bennett had to be dealt with—this concerned the authority of the clan leader.

　　"Let go of my brother now, or you will never leave here alive! I advise you to surrender and beg for the Black Mountain Tribe's judgment."

　　"Oh, really?" Charles Bennett's eyes narrowed, his expression icy as he said, "In that case, I'll take Edward Strong's worthless life first, then deal with you..."

　　As soon as he finished speaking, Charles Bennett raised his foot to stomp down, about to crush Edward Strong's head.

　　"Bastard!"

　　"Stop right now!"

　　At that moment, a terrifying aura suddenly swept in from outside the door, transforming into a streak of light that shot toward them, clearly intending to stop Charles Bennett from killing Edward Strong.

　　But Charles Bennett paid it no mind, his foot still stomping down hard.

　　"What are you doing? No, don't—"

　　Sensing the murderous intent radiating from Charles Bennett, which was no mere threat, Edward Strong finally realized that Charles Bennett truly meant to kill him. The hatred on his face instantly turned to deep terror, a flood of emotions surging up, and a foul stench spread between his legs.

　　Pfft!

　　Before he could finish speaking, Edward Strong's head burst like a smashed watermelon, crushed to pieces by a single stomp. His previously writhing body fell still in an instant.

　　When Edward Strong abducted his own clansmen, Charles Bennett had already sentenced him to death in his heart. Since he had committed an unforgivable crime, he deserved punishment and had to pay the price—and that price was to go to hell and repent for his sins.

　　Just as Charles Bennett stomped down, that streak of light had already reached him, and the air was filled with the sound of tigers roaring and lions howling, like a storm threatening to devour him.

　　Facing such a menacing threat, Charles Bennett showed no fear at all—not even blinking—as he swung his palm fiercely at the oncoming gale.

　　Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

　　With a series of muffled thuds, Charles Bennett used the force to flip away, landing in front of Alice Moore. He even drew his spear, holding it across his body, ready to face the enemy.

　　As for the two young women guarding Alice Moore, he showed no mercy, striking them both with his palms and sending them flying to the ground, their fate unknown.

　　"Hide behind me. Big Brother Bennett will get you out of here."

　　Gently pulling Alice Moore behind him and shielding her with his body, Charles Bennett held his spear across himself, taking up a defensive stance.

　　"Yu'er! Ah...!"

　　Seeing Edward Strong collapsed on the ground like a pile of mud, his head crushed and dead, Robert Strong—who had just rushed into the hall—was furious, his eyes turning blood-red as he let out a roar that seemed to tear the sky apart. The tremendous sound shook everyone in the hall, making it hard for them to stand.

　　"You little bastard, I'll grind your bones to dust to honor my son's spirit in heaven!"

　　The newcomer was none other than the Black Mountain Tribe's chief, Robert Strong, a Blood Refining Realm powerhouse who held the lives of thousands in his hands. Years of command had given Robert Strong an imposing aura, and his burly frame made him even more intimidating. The faint of heart might be scared out of their wits at the sight of him.

　　To have his son killed and his head crushed right before his eyes had pushed Robert Strong to the brink of rage.

　　Battle!

　　Facing the furious Robert Strong, Charles Bennett felt not a trace of fear. Instead, he was filled with excitement, his blood boiling, his manly spirit ignited.

　　Heaven itself had been pierced!

　　Everyone present had the same thought: Charles Bennett had openly killed the young clan leader of their tribe in front of everyone. This was a blatant provocation, making the feud between the two tribes even harder to resolve.

　　"Chief, kill him! Kill him!"