Yan Chihuo was at a loss. It was more like his brother had stabbed him instead of kicking him. He shouted, "Brother, you are mad!"
The chief of the Feathered Snakes Tribe and the chief of the Giant Axe Tribe were dumbfounded, too. They both bellowed, "Yan Chifeng, put down Master Yan now!"
The qi-trainers of the other five tribes all crowded close, their weapons shining coldly.
The qi-trainers of the Burning Sun Tribe, on the other hand, were too stunned to believe what was happening.
Although Yan Xibei had been the best warrior of the six tribes when he was young, the lower half of his body from his pelvis had been amputated due to the heavy wounds he suffered. He had to move about on his wheelchair every day. There was still spiritual gas flowing inside his body, but it was absolutely no match for the young and strong Yan Chifeng, who was an expert above the 80th level of the Refinement Stage.
