5025: C5025 True Gods

C5025 True Gods

Yang Bo could feel that this world was filled with spiritual qi, and that the cultivation shackles should be able to reach the Eternal Realm.

This kind of environment, for Yang Bo, was undoubtedly very suitable.

There was not too much danger to his life, and he could slowly develop.

Yang Bo would have to make use of the environment here to make his clone grow up as soon as possible. If he could gather enough power of faith, his clone would be able to reach the level of the White Tiger's clone, undying and imperishable!

After walking for a distance, Yang Bo heard a cry of surprise from afar. He walked over and saw a group of men on horses chasing after a teenager who was fourteen or fifteen years old.

The youth's movements were very agile. He quickly ran, but it was as if he had eyes on his back. Every time he ran, he would be able to dodge the arrows that flew over!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Several arrows flew over, but the young man was finally unable to dodge them. The arrows landed on his calves, causing him to trip over and fall to the ground.

The enemy behind him rode on their horses and directly surrounded the youth.

One of them shouted, "Hailaer, surrender!"

"Your Rohr tribe has never been able to win against the Urat tribe!"

"The Rohr tribe has no hope. There is only one choice: destruction!"

The youth raised his head. He gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and said with a face full of stubbornness, "Our Rohr Tiger Tribe will never yield!"

"The Rohr Tiger Tribe will exist forever! The Tiger God is with us!"

The knight in front of him laughed loudly. "Hailaer, as long as we kill you, the Rohr Tiger Tribe will no longer exist!"

"Your Tiger God has long fallen, and will no longer be able to protect you!"

The youth shouted, "The Tiger God did not fall, the Tiger God has always been here!"

The knights laughed out loud.

Yang Bo stood in the distance. He stared at the youth's appearance and slowly walked over. He opened his mouth and said: "Without the Tiger God, how about I become the true god of your clan?"

The youth raised his head, and he suddenly saw a young man standing in front of him. This young man had his back to the sunlight, and his voice was warm. When he spoke, it was like the sun in March.

At this moment, the knights around him were all panicking. They all pulled the reins and retreated.

They were surrounding the area, so no one noticed when the young man had walked in!

What kind of cultivation was this?

The young man seemed to have realized this as well. He struggled to his feet and kneeled down, "Greetings, Senior. I beg of you to become the True God of my Rohr Tiger Tribe!"

The youth knelt on the ground with his head on the ground. There was an arrow stuck in his calf. As he knelt down, the arrow trembled slightly.

Yang Bo laughed, "Alright!"

"Your Rohr Tiger Tribe is fated to be with me. From now on, I will protect your tribe!"

The knight finally exclaimed, "Who are you?"

"Do you know that saving Hailaer is equivalent to making an enemy of my Ural tribe?"

"The Urat tribe is the largest tribe in the plains. We have the strongest White Wolf God. If we offend the Urat tribe, we will die!"

Yang Bo laughed out loud, "Since that's the case, then let's give it a try."

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

More than ten arrows flew over at the same time, but when they landed on Yang Bo's body, they suddenly froze.

Yang Bo lightly waved his sleeves, and the arrows returned.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

The dozen or so knights opened their eyes wide at the same time. They could only watch as the arrow flew over and entered their bodies.

With a few muffled sounds, the knights fell to the ground.

In an instant, the knights were wiped out.

Seeing this scene, Hailaer was stunned. He turned around to look at Yang Bo with a face full of disbelief, "You are a True God! You are a True God!"

Yang Bo laughed, "Haven't I already become the True God of the Rohr Tiger Tribe?"

Hailaer's face turned red. Just a moment ago, he was still somewhat suspicious, but now, he finally completely believed that Yang Bo was a True God!

Hailaer suddenly froze and said: "True God, can you deal with the White Wolf True God of the Urat Tribe?"

"The White Wolf Tribe is powerful. Many tribes have their True Gods killed by the White Wolf Tribe, and then swallowed by the Black Wolf Tribe!"

"Next, if we want to live, we need to unite more tribes and more True Gods to fight against the white wolves together!"

Yang Bo asked: "What is the cultivation of White Wolf?"

Hailaer shook his head, "I'm not too sure about it. The strength of a True God is not something that we can covet!"

Yang Bo nodded. Hailaer was only at the Spirit Refining Stage. Even the knights surrounding him were not much stronger than Hailaer's. The true gods of the enemy tribes would not be too powerful!

Yang Bo said: "Since the enemy is already close, shall we find the Rohr Tiger Tribe and your tribe as soon as possible?"

Hailaer suddenly said: "True God, please wait for a moment!"

Yang Bo was stunned for a moment. He raised his head and saw that Hailaer had taken away the knight's weapon, their battle robes, and even their war horses.

Hailaer led his horse to Yang Bo's side, "True God, please get on the horse!"

Yang Bo shook his head, "I don't need to get on the horse. You ride quickly and we'll meet up at the tribe!"

With that, Yang Bo disappeared.

Hailaer panicked a little, afraid that Yang Bo would be scared away by his words just now. However, he forced himself to remain calm and rode his horse back to the tribe.

The Rohr Tiger Tribe had been robbed by the Urat tribe. Most of the young men and women in the tribe had already been killed. Only the elderly, the weak, the women and the children were left, and a portion of them had been taken away!

When Hailaer rushed back, they were ready to fight because the sounds of more than ten horses had caused the tribe to panic.

Hailaer shouted loudly, "Clansmen, my name is Hailaer! I'm back!"

At this moment, the sharpshooter in the tribe saw Hailaer clearly. He shouted, "Hailaer, haven't you already been captured by the Uralat tribe?"

"Why are you back at this time?"

Hailaer said in a loud voice, "I found the tribe's True God!"

"It's the True God that helped me. I've already acknowledged the True God, and the True God will protect our tribe from now on!"0

The Sharpshooter snorted coldly, "Don't speak nonsense. Is the True God someone you can meet?"

"There is only one in ten thousand True Gods, not at all..."

As he spoke up to here, the Divine Marksman suddenly stopped because he could clearly see that a figure had appeared behind Hailaer.

The place fell silent.

Someone from the tribe opened his mouth and said, "Let him in!"

The tribe's gate opened.

Hailaer did not notice it at first, but he noticed that there was something wrong with the atmosphere. He turned his head and saw Yang Bo. He could not help but be surprised. "True God, when did you arrive?"

Yang Bo said: "I've arrived long ago!"

Yang Bo followed Hailaer in and saw the new leader of the tribe, Abraham.

Abraham stared at Yang Bo. Feeling the boundless spiritual energy coming from Yang Bo's body, he immediately knelt on the ground, "Greetings, True God!"

Chapter 15 - The True God

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