"Mountain Lord, who is this Mountain Lord? Where did he come from!"
A Ghost Martial Tribe elder walked up to the man and viciously slapped him.
"This is the Ghost Martial Tribe, stop putting on airs here! Someone, hit him for me!"
"That's right, this guy is most likely a spy who eavesdropped on our conversation. Now caught, he's trying to find an excuse to save his life!"
"Then why waste words with him! Beat him up first, then talk!"
The Ghost Martial Tribe elders, slightly on edge, were all angrily ready to hit the man.
The news of the ancestral revival, bringing hope, excited them greatly!
Five thousand years!
The entire tribe had worked for five thousand years toward this goal!
Generations of ancestors had guarded, yet never seen hope for this matter!
In their generation, it was very likely to be realized!
This was glory!
This was a history to witness!
Everyone was excited as if injected with adrenaline.
As their blood boiled, their confidence also swelled.
