After careful consideration, Mang decided to set this matter aside for now, after all, he was here to attend to more important business.

—Detain Qin Hao and take him to the martial arts arena.

Mang said with an unchanged expression, "Lang, Wing, come with me to the arena first, as for other matters, we’ll discuss them later."

"Yes!"

Wing and Lang were overjoyed, ready to step forward, but Zhi barked, "What are you standing around for? Quickly bind the outsider!"

The two were startled again, looking at Qin Hao, their expressions hesitant.

Qin Hao smiled slightly, "Go ahead."

Only then did the two comply, picking up the rope and binding Qin Hao.

Once the ropes were tied, Qin Hao turned into a trussed-up crab.

To be sure, Zhi even checked the ropes himself to ensure they were tightly secured before saying, "Consider yourselves smart."

Wing and Lang did not respond verbally, but internally they were thinking: What’s the use of binding him tightly if he can just break free at will?

"Alright, to the martial arts arena."

Seeing everything ready, Mang gave the order.

Then, the group left the cattle pen and hurried toward the arena.

On the way, since the group was quite formidable, the natives by the roadside cast curious glances.

Qin Hao noticed that on the village streets, most were children and women, with very few older men.

The rules of the Immortal Spirit Tribe were always harsh. The reason for this situation was that the men almost all had to fight, and without fellow comrades’ protection, it was extremely difficult to survive.

Qin Hao criticized this in his heart but didn’t show it.

The so-called martial arts arena was an open space surrounded by wooden fences.

However, the open space was large enough to be divided into several zones.

The area with two rows of weapon racks was for training and battling. The racks held weapons made of stone and bone—knives, swords, halberds, spears, and more.

It was evident that, while primitive in other aspects, the Immortal Spirit Tribe was advanced in weaponry.

Another area had many archery targets and should be the archery training ground.

To the far north was a high platform without a microphone, with a row of seats, obviously a spot for the clan leader and other important figures to speak.

When Qin Hao arrived, he saw some people gathered beside the platform, mostly able-bodied tribesmen.

On the platform sat a row of elderly men.

In such a harsh environment, living to old age was no ordinary feat.

When Qin Hao arrived, these older men, half-buried in the ground, all had fierce looks, their eyes like those of wild beasts.

Qin Hao found this a bit surprising but didn’t pay it much mind, casually joining the group under the platform.

"Kneel!"

Zhi shouted viciously.

Qin Hao did not budge, his gaze fixed at a certain spot on the platform.

There stood an elder wearing a strange hat bristling with feathers, resembling an Indian headdress.

You didn’t need to guess to know the hat was a special symbol.

And the one wearing it was probably the tribal leader.

"I told you to kneel!"

Seeing Qin Hao still motionless, Zhi became furious. After all, so many people were present; if he couldn’t even handle Qin Hao, how could he stand out in the future?

He stepped forward, aiming a kick at the back of Qin Hao’s knee.

Bang!

Qin Hao’s knee was hit, but it didn’t buckle; his legs remained standing straight.

"Ah!"

In contrast to Qin Hao, Zhi cried out loudly, his face in pain. He stepped back, clutching his right foot, which had swollen up.

The one being kicked was fine.

The kicker, on the other hand, was injured.

This bizarre scene made the already quiet scene even heavier.

The tribespeople present stared at Qin Hao in amazement.

This outsider seemed quite formidable!

On the platform, the elders frowned, displeased with Zhi.

This youngster was utterly useless!

Time trickled by.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Qin Hao, growing impatient, yawned and casually said, "Don’t you have anything to say to me? Are you all mute?"

Silence.

The atmosphere was still quiet.

But people’s minds could not remain calm.

They looked at Qin Hao as if he were a monster.

This outsider.

Why was he so arrogant?

This was our home ground. He seemed not the slightest bit afraid.

Could it be that he didn’t know he was about to be judged?

At that moment, from outside the venue, an arrogant voice rang out.

"Hey, what a sharp-tongued little bastard!"

Amidst the words, the crowd stirred, a path opening as a two-meter-tall man walked in. His arms were muscular, his entire being like a low mountain.

Despite Mang’s equally impressive height, he seemed shorter standing before him.

"It’s Lord Tu!"

"Wasn’t he confined because of Ah Sang? How did he suddenly appear!"

"His presence confirms the clan leader’s intention?"

"Could it be that the Saintess Ah Sang is really going to marry Tu!"

Because of Tu’s sudden arrival, the tribespeople were startled, whispering among themselves.

Tu listened to everything, smiling arrogantly, "You heard right, my father thought it through—Ah Sang will be my wife from now on!"

As these words were spoken, the crowd had complicated looks.

Some were happy, but more were anxious and jealous.

Ah Sang was well-liked, with most men in the tribe having feelings for her.

Seeing the one they admired taken by someone as boorish as Tu.

Everyone felt uncomfortable.

Tu seemed to be showing off intentionally, boastfully saying, "Don’t be sad; in your honor, I’ll treat Ah Sang well. After all, she’s such a lovely girl; on our wedding night, I’ll make her beg me for mercy!"

"You!"

Even those used to Tu’s arrogance found this unbearable.

Getting married is one thing, but what’s there to show off?

And such vulgar language.

Sure enough, being confined hadn’t humbled Tu; instead, he became even more arrogant!

Angry as they were, recalling Tu’s formidable strength and background, in the end, not one dared to stand up to him!

"Hey! What a bunch of losers!"

Tu took in everything, finding it rather dull. His eyes turned to Qin Hao, his lips curling into a sneer, "So you’re the trash who brought my wife back?"

Qin Hao’s expression was calm, with a faint smile.

"Can’t speak? Scared stiff?" Tu’s face became even more playful, "Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to you, just a minor punishment."

At this point, he paused, then pointed to Qin Hao, "Tell me, which hand did you use to touch my wife yesterday?"