Black Cloud's words made the Snow King's face stiffen, yet he dared not express his anger. He could only remain silent.
The Blackwater Tribe's strength was indeed beyond his expectations.
Immediately afterward, the third Snow Tribe warrior took the stage—another expert at the Nascent Soul initial stage.
"Haha, finally someone worth fighting."
The Blackwater Tribe fighter sneered contemptuously. His name was Cash, and between his brows was an unmistakable air of arrogant defiance.
"Hmph, you're merely at the Nascent Soul initial stage yourself. What makes you think you can look down on me? Do you think Snow Tribe people are weak? Today, I, Nixon, will show you the power of the Snow Tribe!"
Having seen two of his fellow tribesmen severely injured by Cash, Nixon was already seething with anger. Coupled with Cash's ridicule upon entering the stage, Nixon straightened his face and immediately struck out with a palm!
