As Xiao Chen's words echoed through the air, more than half of the tribe warriors were eliminated. Each one of them had a hint of despair in their eyes. Now, not even two hundred warriors remained in the center of the Great Hall, and except for a few, the rest were all at mid-stage of the Bone-Tempering Realm in their Martial Arts cultivation.
Under Xiao Chen's powerful Soul Perception, the remaining hundreds of warriors had nowhere to hide. None could escape his perception. Seeing the few tribe soldiers whose bodies were shaking violently but whose eyes were unwavering, showing no intention of withdrawing, Xiao Chen spoke loudly saying, "Xiao Pangkun, come forward! Your youngest child is not even a month old yet; several family members are relying on you for support, as well as you few early-stage Bone-Tempering Realm warriors".
