Chapter 1878 - Tribesmen (1) (1/2)

Dyon looked at the what remained of the Mellow Tribe. In truth, he hadn't killed any of them, so maybe 'remained' wasn't the proper term. It was just that they were such a small tribe that it seemed appropriate to use such terminology.

They had barely over 50 people. There were no children, nor were there any elderly. But there were 35 males and 18 females.

There likely weren't any older individuals since it was quite difficult to grow old in such an environment, while birthrates among those with strong bodies was quite low, so among such a small sample size, finding a child was probably unlikely.

Of course, Dyon noticed the skewed gender ratios once more.

His instinct was to believe that they likely followed a similar evolutionary path to the beasts, but his mind told him something different. He wouldn't be surprised if many of their females were taken as 'tribute' to the tribes and clans that ruled over them.

'Weak.' Dyon looked through them one by one. Though any one of these 53 individuals could kill his current self without issue, especially considering his still missing meridians and the fact this body only had 25% of his total prowess, compared to the bronzed and cobras, they were fragile.

Interestingly enough, these individuals represented a higher rung of society as a named tribe. They even had a few numbered tribes beneath them.

”Who is the chieftain here?” Though Dyon asked this, he was already aware of the answer. He could easily observe a 5000 km radius of this place. Every blade of grass was under his control. He obviously chose to attack this tribe in particular for a reason and only after collecting every bit of information he could about them.

”It is I.” A man with a greying complexion stepped forward. He stood a half a head taller than Dyon and had a body brimming with power. This individual could defeat even the genius pseudo-dao cultivators of Dyon's world with just his body, not that he had access to any other tools anyway.

The tongue he spoke in was odd, but thanks to Clara, Dyon didn't have to worry about a language barrier.

Still, despite the height difference, Dyon stared down at him indifferently from Queen's back.

”Pick out 5 of your fastest people toward the numbered tribes under your control. Have them gather their things and move here.”

Chieftain Mellow shivered at this request. ”Mighty central region warrior, this is not allowed. If we do so, the upper tribes will believe that we're planning a mutiny and come to eradicate us.”

”This isn't a request. It's an order.” Dyon's eyes sharpened.

Though his Presence was useless against these individuals who had far stronger bodies than he did, using it to amplify his aura and his words was still effective. It gave him a noble air others couldn't match even if he couldn't force them to their knees.

Chieftain Mellow didn't dare to say another word. He communicated with his chosen people with his eyes and sent them off.