After Jiang Bai left Fallen Phoenix Slope, he headed straight for the human tribe.
The human race had just been massacred by the demons. There were a lot of things to do. He needed to lead the human race to rebuild the tribe.
However, when they arrived at the human tribe, Jiang Bai couldn't help but feel surprised.
The human tribes were bustling with activity. All the humans were rebuilding their homes.
Other than the humans, there were also tens of thousands of burly men carrying towering trees and holding ice blades. In a few moves, they cut the towering trees into beams.
"The Sagemaster is back!"
"Greetings, Sagemaster!"
Suiren-Shi and the others were overjoyed when they saw Jiang Bai return. They led all the human beings to kneel on the ground, looking excited.
"Sagemaster, you have avenged our human race. We have nothing to repay you for, but we can only kowtow to you!”
Billions of humans knelt on the ground, tears streaming down their faces.
A billion humans had fallen, and blood flowed like a river. If the sagemaster hadn't been brave enough to charge into the celestial heavens, the human race would never have been able to take revenge.
He charged into the celestial heavens alone, massacred the demons, and crushed the sky, greatly reducing the prestige of the demons.
What kind of courage and boldness was needed to do such a shocking thing?
The human race's strength was limited, so they could not see what was happening in the celestial heavens. They could only see demon corpses falling from the 33 heavens one after another.
Everyone knew that this represented the anger of the sagemaster and the human race.
The details were told to them by the Wizard Tribe who came to help.
"There's no need to thank me. It's all because I'm the human sagemaster!”
Jiang Bai nodded and said firmly.
"Haha, what a human Saint Master! I, Zhurong, respect you as a man!”
A burly man walked out and looked at Jiang Bai with admiration.
Jiang Bai sized up the burly man with slightly red skin in front of him and his heart skipped a beat. This was Zhurong, one of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
"I am Jiang Bai. Thank you for helping us rebuild our tribe.”
Jiang Bai nodded and said with a smile.
Regardless of the Sorcerer Tribe's motives, since they chose to help the Sorcerer Tribe, they were Jiang Bai's friends.
Without Jiang Bai's intervention, the Human Tribe would only have a few hundred thousand people under the protection of Zhen Yuan Zi, Taiqing Laozi, and the Wu Tribe.
"Brother Jiang Bai, you've killed everyone in the Heavenly Court this time. It's really satisfying. You're my idol!”
"You don't have to say anything. In the future, the matters of your human race are my matters!”
Zhurong stretched out its fist at Jiang Bai with a bright smile.
Looking at this straightforward and rough man, the corners of Jiang Bai's mouth curled up slightly. He also stretched out his fist and collided with Zhurong's fist. He smiled and said,"Good!"
Zhurong carefully sized up Jiang Bai and sensed the aura emitted from Jiang Bai's body. It couldn't help but feel a little familiar, as if it was of the same bloodline as Jiang Bai.
"I'm more curious. As a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, how did Brother Jiang Bai kill the ten demon sages of the demon race?”
At this moment, a burly man carrying a dry axe walked out and sized up Jiang Bai with a burning gaze.
"Your head is still there?"
Jiang Bai said subconsciously when he saw the axe in the other party's hand.
"What?"
Xing Tian was stunned.
"It's nothing."
Jiang Bai coughed lightly and did not continue the topic.
"I just want to experience brother Jiang Bai's strength.”
Xing Tian suddenly grinned and said.
"Pa!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhurong slapped Xing Tian's head and berated,"Impolite. You want to compete with my brother as soon as you open your mouth.”
"I'm just curious…"
Xing Tian held his head with an aggrieved expression.
Seeing this, Jiang Bai couldn't help but laugh. These burly men from the Sorcerer Tribe were quite interesting.
"Since you're so curious, I'll satisfy your curiosity.”
Jiang Bai nodded and agreed.
The two of them came to an empty space. Jiang Bai looked at Xing Tian calmly.
"Brother Jiang Bai, aren't you going to use a magic treasure?”
Xing Tian asked in surprise.
"No need."
Jiang Bai shook his head slightly. Facing the Great Shaman Xing Tian, Jiang Bai's nomological laws of power were enough to suppress everything.
Xing Tian's eyes turned cold. He threw Qian Qi to the side and rushed toward Jiang Bai with his bare hands.
"Boom!"
Laws of power surged around Jiang Bai's body, and a chaotic aura surged. The Pangu blood essence in his body seemed to be boiling, and all kinds of mysterious Dao patterns appeared on his skin.
"Father's aura!"
All the Voodoo Tribesmen present were stunned. Jiang Bai's aura was the same as that of the Ancestor of Sorcery, or even stronger.
"Is he also a living being of our Sorcerer Tribe?”
Zhurong stared at Jiang Bai, unable to hide the shock in its heart.
Xing Tian was also stunned. However, he recovered in the next moment and punched out with his huge fist.
Jiang Bai also threw a punch. The Law of Power revolved around him and exploded with terrifying power.
"Bang!"
Xing Tian's body flew backward with a loud bang. Wherever he passed, the void shattered and countless mountains shattered.
"He defeated Xing Tian with one strike!"
Zhurong widened its eyes, thinking that it had seen wrongly.
Although Xing Tian was not an Ancestral Sorcerer, his cultivation base was already at the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Realm. His body could withstand a Primordial Spiritual Treasure, but he was sent flying by Jiang Bai just like that.
At this moment, Xing Tian reappeared in a sorry state. Cracks appeared on his arms, and he was instantly shocked.
"Do you still want to fight?"
Jiang Bai put his hands behind his back and smiled playfully.
"I'm not fighting anymore. I can't beat him.”
Xing Tian shook his head repeatedly. Although it was only a single exchange, he finally understood that not only was Jiang Bai's magic power vast, but his power was also far greater than that of a Senior Magus.
"Brother Jiang Bai, are you really not a member of the Sorcerer Tribe?”
Zhurong looked at Jiang Bai with anticipation and asked.
"No."
Jiang Bai shook his head. He was a genuine human, but he had fused with Pangu's blood essence, so he had some connections with the Sorcerer Tribe.
Seeing this, Zhurong couldn't help but feel a little regretful. It would be even better if Jiang Bai was from the Sorcerer Tribe.
Even so, it didn't stop Zhurong from praising Jiang Bai.
"Brother Jiang Bai, let's go and rebuild the human tribe.”
Zhurong grinned and led the Sorcerer Tribe to help the Human Tribe recover.
After this battle, all the Sorcerer Tribe members, including Xing Tian, respected Jiang Bai greatly.
It was not only because of Jiang Bai's courage to kill the entire demon race, but also because of Jiang Bai's powerful strength.
Even though Jiang Bai was only a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, he was still no match for Great Magus Xing Tian.
"Supreme Holiness, the Lixian Tribe has also been rebuilt!”
A shaman general came to Jiang Bai and said respectfully.
With the completion of the Li Xian Clan's reconstruction, the human tribe had regained its former vitality.
"Thank you for your hard work."
Jiang Bai cupped his hands and thanked him.
"Brother Jiang Bai, what are you talking about? This is a small matter.”
Zhurong waved its hand and smiled brightly."In a while, it will be the Shaman Tribe's grand ceremony that happens once every ten thousand years. If Brother Jiang Bai is interested, would you like to follow me to the Shaman Tribe to participate?”
"Sacrificial ceremony?"
Jiang Bai was stunned for a moment, but he became interested.
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