Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times

"Name Bassi!"

"So what if he's a slave? King Badan was also born a slave, yet he climbed step by step to the throne of the Immortal King. Moreover, King Badan has long said that the Barbarian Tribe shouldn't have slaves to begin with. Why should a surname determine whether a newly born member of the Barbarian Tribe is a slave?!"

"You, as the Clan Leader, keep saying that the Barbarian Tribe must reform, must change the established image we have in the outer world. Reform after reform, why doesn't the matter of slavery change?"

"Does the Barbarian Tribe need slaves?"

"Or do you need slaves?"

"Let me tell you, most of us standing here are slaves, the ones who usually get the least Cultivation Resources, just castaways of the Barbarian Tribe. It was only when King Badan was still with us that someone cared about us; our strength isn't strong within the tribe."

"But we're not afraid to die, we're willing to die for Badan. You think you can intimidate us? Do you really think you can scare us?"

While the two were talking.

At the horizon's end, an unceasing stream of Barbarian Tribesmen was gathering toward the Demon Clan Forest, holding their Immortal Weapons. Some of them were slaves, while others were not.

But everyone had the same goal, and that was to see Badan crowned as king.

Clan Leader.

Never self-proclaimed, but chosen by the people. All members of the Barbarian Tribe would rather see Badan as king—it was a clear reflection of the people's will. Only a few close confidants of the Barbarian Tribe Leader stood by with wary expressions at this moment.

"Qi City!"

The Clan Leader's face shifted between shades of wariness as he looked toward a small group of Barbarian Giants that had just arrived—about a few hundred strong. But these few hundred were the elite of the tribe and posed nearly as much of a threat as the tens of thousands of Barbarian slaves.

"You're the Second Elder of the Barbarian Tribe, you're going to betray me too?"

"Hmm."

The leading Barbarian Giant said softly: "Your ideology is flawed. Barbarians and Demon Clan cannot reconcile—I've told you about this many times, and countless tribesmen have opposed it. But you, as the Clan Leader, are determined to go your own way, and this has caused a lot of dissatisfaction among our people. Everyone wants you to step down."

"Dissatisfied? Dissatisfied!"

The Clan Leader, growing increasingly hysterical, cried out, "Do you understand strategy at all? Do you have any brains?!!! Do you know what other races think of the Barbarian Tribe? They see us as dull, brainless. It was after I came to power that the outside world started to change its view of the Barbarian Tribe. The catastrophe is imminent—if we don't talk peace now, do you want us all to perish together?"

"A brief peace is for a better future, do you understand that?"

"We don't understand."

The leading Barbarian Giant shook his head: "But I think Badan makes a good point. The Barbarian Tribe and the Demon Clan will never reconcile, unless beasts take the stage."

"I never said that."

Badan, sitting on the ground, shook his head and smilingly looked at the deranged Clan Leader, "But that doesn't matter anymore. Do you see? Don't think just because you walk out with a few people that you can bully others who are outnumbered."

"I've got plenty of people on my side, too."

"And now..."

Badan staggered up from the ground with difficulty, called the Red Giant Hammer back into his hand, and after taking a deep breath, he directed a savage smile toward the Demon Clan Leader, who was lying near death on the ground not far away.

"All of you, heed my command and launch a counter-attack!"

"Today, you shall slaughter the Demon Clan with me, Badan!"

"Everyone standing in our way must die!"

The moment the words fell.

"Kill!!!"

The Kang Family Patriarch, who could no longer hold himself back, led his several thousand tribe members, leaping down from the Flying Boat, charging toward the Demon Clan Forest below.

A host of Barbarian slaves also joined the battlefield, yelling and swinging their weapons.

Countless white cranes fluttered their wings in the sky, and their pink glow made everyone feel their Spiritual Energy thicken, and their Spell power strengthen, even speeding up the recovery of their wounds a great deal.

And the leisurely sound of flute playing in between heaven and earth also filled every person with the spirit of battle.

In a moment, the great battle erupted!

This time, it was no longer a one-on-one fight between Badan and the Demon Clan Leader. It was a war that would go down in the annals of history—a clash between the connections Badan had built over the years and the Demon Clan, one that was to be massive in scale.

Even now.

More and more forces were arriving from afar to join the battlefield, and they were not just friends of Badan. Some had been oppressed by the Demon Clan, seizing the chaos to vent their frustrations, knowing that even if they lost, the disorder would prevent the Demon Clan from finding them later for retribution.

Others were purely opportunistic, hoping to loot amidst the chaos. The Demon Clan Forest was filled with aged medicinal herbs, and the central area of the forest brimmed with treasures; slaying the demon beasts would also yield precious loot.

With the scene so chaotic, the once heavily guarded Demon Clan Forest was now free to enter, and even taking away a single medicinal herb was like picking up free treasure.

There were also those itching to see the excitement and wanting to give it a try.

In any case.

The scene became more chaotic, but almost everyone tacitly joined Badan's side, tipping the scales of victory further toward him.

...

"Kill!!!"

Badan stood staggering in place, looking toward the horde of Great Demons charging at them and roaring furiously, while he stumbled toward the dying, massive lion lying on the ground.

"Hey."

A multitude of people passed by his side, confronting the Great Demons, preventing them from rescuing their Clan Leader.