A flash of panic crossed Wu Lan's watery eyes. She stared at him intently. She blinked, and a mist suddenly filled her eyes. A tear fell from the corner of her eye. She said pitifully, yet with a hint of stubbornness, "Chief Mufeng, I..."

Mu Feng looked at her expressionlessly. He was here to settle a score. "Do you admit what they just said?"

Wu Lan bit her lip and suddenly stretched out her injured right hand to show him: "I'm in this state, and you still won't let me go?"

Mu Feng sneered, completely unmoved. In their world, there was no such thing as sympathy for women. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Let me ask again, do you admit what they said?"

Wu Lan shuddered, closed her eyes, and said forcefully, "I admit it! It's all my fault. I won't do it again." She didn't know where she got the courage from, but she knelt before him, looked up at him, and said, "Chief Mufeng, I want to join your Snake Tribe. Please grant me this."

After she finished speaking, she desperately broke free from Mu Feng's hand, knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily to Mu Feng.

Wu Bing was struck by lightning when he heard this. He stared at her with an expression of disbelief, and finally, he slowly glanced at the faces of the other two people.

What was she doing? Just a moment ago, she had refused to let him join the Snake Tribe, but now she was kneeling at Mu Feng's feet, begging for mercy.

Wu Bing almost broke his back teeth.

"Since you admit it." Mu Feng looked at her with disdain, his hands behind his back, and said slowly: "Then just end it yourself. It will save us from having to do it, and it will be embarrassing for everyone."

Wu Lan glared at him: "What did you say?"

how so!

How could he say such heartbreaking words!

"What have I done wrong that you insist on me taking my own life?"

She knew that the chief of the tribe had absolute power of killing, but she never expected that such a handsome man would say such vicious words to her.

End it yourself!

hehe!

Wu Lan laughed, tears rolling down her face one by one. She looked at him in despair, unable to believe what she heard.

"Do you really want me to do it myself?"

Wu Bing suddenly spoke up: "Chief Mufeng, this is all my fault. It has nothing to do with these children. If you want to punish me, punish me." He swallowed and said, "I can end it myself."

At this point, he had no choice but to take everything on himself. Only in this way could he perhaps save Wu Lan's life.

He is old, but Wu Lan and the other three are still young.

They still have good years and a bright future ahead of them.

He had long since become indifferent to life and death, and that was enough. He knelt down towards Mu Feng with difficulty, moving his lips a few times: "But please, since they have no ill intentions, spare them."

"It's not impossible to spare you." Mu Feng put his hands behind his back, not even glancing at them. "You go to the Snow Witch and admit your mistakes. And you," he suddenly stared at Wu Lan, "what did you call Xiaopang just now? Fatty?"

His cold eyes swept across her swollen wrist, and Wu Lan's fiery heart felt as if it had fallen into an ice cellar. Even on such a hot day, she felt a biting chill running through her entire body.

Wu Lan had a wooden face and she didn't know what to say, but she knew that she had completely fallen for Mu Feng the moment she saw him.

She fell in love with his picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and she fell in love with his sexy thin lips.

She even liked the way he spoke and the way he looked when he was angry.

But God knows, such a handsome man could say words that could hurt her heart so much.

She just felt that her heart was aching.

She was in so much pain that she had no strength to defend herself, and she was in so much pain that she could not breathe.

I just let the tears flow down my face silently.

Seeing Wu Lan's heartbroken expression, Wu Bing quickly declared, "Alright, we'll leave now, and we'll never set foot in the Snake Tribe again. I swear!"

"How about this? Let's follow the rules between our tribes and duel. Today's matter can be big or small. So, I'll give you one chance. Pick anyone from the Snake Tribe present. If you win, I'll let you go, and we won't pursue today's matter anymore. If you lose..."

Wu Bing took three steps back in horror.

Choose someone from those present to duel?

He scanned the faces of the people present one by one, but he didn't see any signs of nervousness or even fear on their faces. On the contrary, they seemed to be eager to try.

He looked around and then his gaze returned to Mu Feng's face. He asked tentatively, "Really? Anyone can do it?"

Mu Feng nodded: "Of course, you can also choose Xiaopang, after all, he is the youngest among those present."

When Xiaopang heard this, his eyes suddenly flashed with a gleam of light. The patriarch was going to arrange for him to fight!

Just now, he was lashing around with a bamboo stick, and with other tribesmen nearby, he was afraid of hurting them, so he didn't use his usual training strength. If this was a duel, wouldn't he be able to fight a big fight?

Thinking of this, Xiaopang chuckled: "Thank you for your kindness, Chief!"

Wu Bing was an elder after all, and looking at Xiao Pang's clear, bright eyes, he suddenly felt sorry for him. He scanned the faces of everyone in the Snake Tribe one by one, and suddenly saw Sang Yang standing outside the crowd. His eyes lit up: "I choose him!"

This person's physique seems to be worse than others, so he should be the best candidate.

As he expected, as soon as he chose the person, that person actually took a step back and stared at him with wide eyes.

It seems that I made the right choice.

But Mu Feng's next words sent him to hell: "No, he is Sang Yang, the young chief of the Bashan tribe, not from our Snake tribe. You should find someone else."

Wu Bing was stunned.

Sang Yang, the young chief of the Bashan tribe?

The image of Sang Yang in his memory overlapped with the image of the man in front of him. He helplessly discovered that the man in front of him and Sang Yang of the Bashan tribe perfectly matched each other not only in temperament but also in figure.

Could it be that, as Mu Feng said, this man is really Sang Yang from the Bashan tribe?

He looked at him with confusion.

Sang Yang's scalp was numb from being stared at by him, so he had no choice but to squeeze in from behind the crowd: "Wu Bing, I am indeed the young leader of the Bashan tribe. If you want to duel with me, I can accept it."

After all, he was not from the Snake Tribe. Even if he could learn one or two moves of the Heavenly Demon Palm or the Seven Injury Fist from the people of the Snake Tribe, he did not have a special master to guide him like them.

But even so, he was not afraid of Wu Bing in front of him.

If the Snow Witch could see that I was helping the Snake Tribe or getting beaten, if the Snow Witch was happy, she might teach me the Yanxing technique that everyone in them knows!