Chapter 452: And If I Don’t? (1/2)

Chapter 452: And If I Don’t?

Hearing the ‘order’, Huang Xiaolong looked at beastman Anton with interest, “And if I don’t?”

“You don’t want to?” Anton laughed, “Try it if you think your head is harder than this tree!” Anton’s arm shot out, punching the tree closest to them that had a trunk thicker than an adult’s thigh.

In a split second, the tree trunk exploded and broke out in the middle as wood splinters flying everywhere.

Anton pulled his arm back in exceedingly arrogant demeanor, “How about that, is your head harder than this tree?” breaking into a bout of wicked laughter.

Lofty laughter sounded from all around.

Anton stopped laughing, his eyes glared menacingly at Huang Xiaolong, “Puny human, get off your ass immediately if you’re smart and get one roast going for every one of us, if not, hehe, my fist will greet your feeble skull, shattering it into smithereens!”

Huang Xiaolong smiled shaking his head.

Even the Stellar Thunder Canyon lightning felt like a relaxing massage on his body, but this beastman wanted to shatter his skull to smithereens?

Now, if a Sixth Order Saint realm’s punch at full force landed on Huang Xiaolong’s body, he would feel nothing more than a ticklish scratch.

Anton watched Huang Xiaolong continuing to sit there with no intention of getting up, moreover shaking his head with a mocking smile. Anger rapidly rose in his heart; a puny human actually dared to ignore him?!

In great anger, Anton raised an arm, wanting to shatter this puny human’s head, but before he could do so, he saw the puny human lift a finger and lightly tapped in the air. The long stretch of big trees in front of them tumbled one by one as if endless, all the way further than their eyes could see.

Anton’s mouth was agape, his fist froze in the air while the rest of his body stiffened on the spot, staring dumbly at the endless line of tumbled trees.

His several hundred comrades’ laughter halted abruptly, stuck in their throats. The only noise around came from the crackle and sizzle of fire as oil dripped down from the fragrant roast meat.

Huang Xiaolong opened his mouth, tearing a generous bite of meat, “It does taste good.”

His voice was like a string that pulled all the beastmen’s attention back. Gawking at Huang Xiaolong, their eyes now held trepidation, reverence, and a hint of worship.

Compared to other races, beastmen had a fervid reverence toward strength and worshipped the strong.

Huang Xiaolong took another ravenous bite, he wasn’t sure why the practice in the Stellar Thunder Canyon made him crave roast meat as if he hadn’t eaten it for many years.

“Is your head harder than these trees?” Huang Xiaolong asked.

Anton’s face turned pasty, falling to his knees without a second thought, his forehead kissing the forest floor as he kowtowed repeatedly in front of Huang Xiaolong, “Honorable Lord, Anton was rude and has offended you just now, please have mercy on Anton this one time!”

Anton’s comrades also knelt down, showing proper respect.

Huang Xiaolong took a quick glance at the surrounding beastmen, “Stand up.” If he was really angered earlier, none of these beastmen would have the chance to stand anymore.

Anton beamed with joy, respectfully complying to Huang Xiaolong’s words, as did the other beastmen, retreating to stand at the side.

“Who’s the head?” Huang Xiaolong asked.

At Huang Xiaolong’s question, beastmen Amier walked out from the large herd of people, stopping not far from Huang Xiaolong and introducing himself, “Lord, my name is Amier, the tribe’s small captain.”

“Sit.” Huang Xiaolong pointed to a nearby spot.

Amier was slightly overwhelmed by Huang Xiaolong’s attention. Flustered, he waved and shook his head, “No no no, Lord, standing is fine for me.”

“If I say sit, then sit.” Huang Xiaolong stated.

At Huang Xiaolong’s domineering attitude, Amier said his thanks and sat down as if there were needles pricking his butt.

“No need to be so nervous, I just have some questions.” Huang Xiaolong said.

“Yes, Lord.” Even so, Amier couldn’t stop his body’s minute trembling.

Beastmen were innately born with burly physiques, the shorter beastmen still exceed two meters tall, whereas the taller ones reached two and a half meters.