The youth was clad in a golden robe, his eyes sharp as blades. The terrifying aura of a king surged out like an ocean, rippling towards the outer bounds of the Gu Yuan Tribe. At that moment, in the Luo Long Mountain Range, whether fish, insects, birds, or beasts, or even ancient trees and grass, all lay dormant.
It was a success!
Feeling the overwhelming aura of the king, the people of the Gu Yuan Tribe, despite being suppressed by the aura to the point of being unable to rise, had their eyes gleaming with intense fervor.
A king!
From this moment on, the Gu Yuan Tribe boasted another king!
A tribe with dual kings!
Such a tribe was rare across the vast Wilderness, and the Gu Yuan Tribe had not yet ascended to a true King-level Tribe, yet it already had two great kings stationed within.
The spirit of the Jian Mu had now transformed into a human form, appearing no differently than a typical sixteen or seventeen-year-old human boy, but the aura he exuded was as deep as the ocean.
