Chapter 707 The New King (1/2)

”Tsk—” Goldie pouted. What's this? That answer isn't masculine at all, no fun.

”Goldie, what are you doing?” Flamy's sharp beak bit into Goldie's neck, which showed its fate of being captured by Flamy.

”The Heavenly Kingdom of the Dead and the Nine-Headed Hades.” Gao Peng repeated the names. When he remembered the names in his heart, then he could inquire about them.

”Of course, it'd be best if you could defeat it.” The old man smiled kindly. His gaze shifted to Dumby, who was standing behind Gao Peng, as he said, ”This familiar with Ghoul attributes may be restrained by the Nine-Headed Hades. Since it can control ghouls of a lower ranking, in wartime, don't use familiars with Ghoul attributes, otherwise your familiar is likely to turn against you.”

Gao Peng didn't quite believe him, as Dumby also had the ability to control the undead. If Dumby also ascended to the God tier, be it the Skeleton Dominator or the Nine-Headed Hades, who would have better control over the undead…? Gao Peng was looking forward to the outcome.

”The Desolation of Grudge merely transformed these people and familiars into puppets. It didn't deprive them of their souls, only sealed their souls in their bodies,” Fatty Big Sea said to Gao Peng in his mind.

”I didn't expect that the Desolation of Grudge hadn't devoured their souls.” The old man was very emotional.

”Then why didn't you say that earlier?” Gao Peng replied to Fatty Big Sea in his mind. It was belated advice.

”I didn't know before.” Fatty Big Sea gave a very honest reply. ”I figured out the process after seeing the results.”

Gao Peng nodded, glad that he hadn't annihilated all puppets in the Li Tribe, otherwise he would have felt extremely guilty and upset after learning the truth.

”What are you going to do next?” the old man asked Gao Peng.

Gao Peng scratched his head. What does this have to do with me? ”These are the clansmen of your old tribe. It's certainly a good thing for them to be safe.”

”No, this has nothing to do with me. I left the tribe and didn't fight to my death to defend them at the most crucial moment. Even if they forgive me, I wouldn't forgive myself.” The old man looked back at Cloud Dream Swamp behind him. It was enveloped in clouds, and Purple Star, who was standing behind the old man, squatted, its stout bones and arms like two walls that gently hugged the old man.

Its actions were extremely careful and delicate. The scene was similar to his first meeting with the old man. ”But there are some things that I need to face after all. It's not right to avoid it. I'll continue to protect them, but I'll never appear in front of them,” declared the old man with no regrets and no bitterness.

”You can be the king of the Li Tribe.” The old man turned his head and looked directly into Gao Peng's eyes.

”Me?” Gao Peng was a little surprised. That responsibility was too great, and he was afraid that he would be exhausted by the responsibility. ”Forget it. I'm not suitable to be a king, I'm only suitable to be a—”

”Salted fish,” Da Zi finished his sentence.

Goldie broke free from the capture over his neck, jumped out and shouted aloud, ”A real man!”

”Lone traveler,” Gao Peng said with a smile.

”I can feel that you're different from other young people. You're courageous and full of wisdom, which is your unique advantage, but also your potential to become a new king... You can lead the tribe... and bring them towards glory.”

”Are you a professional liar who says this to all new kings of the tribe?” Gao Peng was amused.

The old man's expression remained the same. ”Well, it's because you're the strongest. In previous battles, the only surviving Quasi God familiars in the tribe were killed, leaving only the old, the sick, and the disabled.”

The old, the sick, and the disabled? Gao Peng had sensed the presence of more than ten Saint-tier familiars in the tribe. Perhaps all the Saint-tier familiars that belonged to White Dragon weren't as many as the Saint-tier familiars over there. If those were the old, the sick, and the disabled then what was the White Dragon tribe, an about-to-die team?

The old man thought Gao Peng was looking down on them, as they were weaker. ”But they're all good men with enthusiasm. If they weren't, they wouldn't have been killed and there wouldn't be so few of them left,” the old man mocked himself. ”Just give them time and they'll surprise you.”

”Let me think about it.” Gao Peng didn't immediately agree.

Four hours passed, and someone finally regained consciousness. The first batch who had regained consciousness had the best physique, they were also the monster trainers with the highest level familiars.

”I'll go first.” The old man waved his hand, turned, and hid in Cloud Dream Swamp.