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Chapter 29 The Pain Can No Longer Be Allowed to Be Beared By You

Xingkong argued his case forcefully, causing a great deal of discussion among the beastmen below.

As a tribe that had just joined the Cangshan tribe, the Banshan tribe had little room to speak. Sang Jie fiddled with the campfire in front of her with a wooden branch, her gaze sweeping over Teng with disdain before settling on Xingkong.

She had heard of the Winged Dragon Clan's name when she was in the Half-Mountain Tribe.

However, she did not expect that Xingkong would be willing to offend the entire Cangshan tribe for Teng.

At that moment, a figure slowly walked out from behind.

The shaman gripped an ancient scepter tightly in his hand, its surface covered with strange runes that shimmered faintly as he moved.

He stood steadily beside Chief Lan, raised his head slightly, and his eyes, like sharp eagle hooks, locked onto Xingkong with a cold gaze, as if trying to see through him. His voice was cold as he said, "This is the Cangshan Tribe, not the territory of your Winged Dragon Clan. You must abide by the rules of Cangshan."

Xingkong frowned as he looked at the shaman's cold and viscous gaze. If there was anyone in the Cangshan tribe he couldn't figure out the most, it would be the shaman in front of him.

He had heard Teng say that this shaman was not originally from the Cangshan tribe, but was a wandering beastman.

However, after entering the Cangshan tribe, he formed a pact with Chief Lan and became the shaman there.

"The Beast God has unleashed his wrath, and your Wyvern Clan may ignore it, but our Serpent Clan cannot."

"The failure of the totem sacrifice foreshadows the enormous crisis facing the tribe—this is the prophecy of the Beast God! The only way now is to expel Teng from the tribe! Only in this way can we appease the Beast God's wrath!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the shaman slammed his scepter heavily on the ground, making a dull thud.

Xingkong's expression changed, and just as he was about to speak, Teng stood up.

He was very tall, even taller than the stars. His smooth hair swayed as he walked. His dark green eyes swept over the crowd, finally settling on one person.

"And you, will you also expel me from the tribe?"

Teng slowly opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and broken, each word carrying a long-suppressed sinister intent.

Following his gaze, everyone saw the leader of Moshan seated at the head of the table.

For orcs, being expelled from the tribe is the most severe punishment. It not only means facing danger alone, but also means losing their totem, their faith, and the protection of their beast god.

Moshan is the father of Teng.

Upon hearing Teng's words, he slowly raised his head, his resolute face showing the pain of struggle.

Lan turned to look at Mo Shan, frowned, and her voice turned cold: "You are the leader of the Cangshan tribe. You should think about your people. If you don't expel Teng from the tribe, can you afford the price of the Beast God's wrath?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Shan felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer, and his back suddenly hunched over.

In this Cangshan tribe, he had no say and could not protect his own children.

Seeing Mo Shan's pathetic appearance, Teng suddenly laughed, his cold and fierce face full of mockery. It's always been like this, whether it was his mother being murdered or him being persecuted by Fu Ying, he always did it this way, leaving all decisions to Lan, even though he was the true leader of the Cangshan tribe!
The shaman turned his head and exchanged a meaningful glance with Lan. He slammed his scepter heavily on the ground, his voice cold and clear as he declared, "Today, the Cangshan tribe will expel the beastman Teng, strip him of his totem, and from this moment on, he is no longer a member of the Cangshan tribe!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the stone pillar statue instantly emitted a dazzling light, from which a halo surged forth, as if propelled by an invisible giant hand, carrying an irresistible force, sweeping towards Teng with lightning speed.

Stripping away the totem is tantamount to severing the bond of faith deep within the soul of the orc.

For orcs, totems are symbols of the blessings bestowed by the Beast God. Once a totem is removed, it means becoming a wandering orc, completely losing the favor of the Beast God, and even having one's star pattern fall and be downgraded!
Although Teng's star pattern was broken and his vitality was dim, everyone knew that removing the totem would make his already weak body even weaker, and even worse, he might suffer a terrifying backlash to his soul!

"Teng!" Xingkong was extremely anxious and suddenly reached out, trying to grab Teng's arm.

Teng gently pushed his hand away, her gaze fixed on the halo of light surging towards her. Her chapped lips parted slightly as she said in a hoarse voice, "I've been through even more pain, what's there to be afraid of?"

The orcs around the campfire remained silent, and some of the timid females had already closed their eyes.

At the critical moment, a voice rang out, carrying a captivating charm, with a smile that seemed to hold a thousand emotions: "I can't let you suffer such pain any longer."

Fuying reached out and pulled Teng behind her.

Teng watched helplessly as Fuying stood in front of him, and the surrounding area was filled with a burst of fluorescent light!
When the light faded, Teng saw Fuying covered in blood. Her wounds were bleeding profusely, and the sight was even more shocking in the firelight. He seemed stunned, unsure of how to react.

Fu Ying raised her hand to wipe away the glaring bloodstain from the corner of her mouth. At the same time, she quietly gathered the powerful totem energy in her palm, like a seasoned hunter concealing her sharpness.

She greatly reduced the power of the totem, turning only a small portion into wind blades. Where they sliced, the wounds looked shocking and bloody, but in reality, they did not cause her any substantial harm.

The self-inflicted injury ruse is an old trick, but it works.

This tactic had always worked in her past missions, and she couldn't miss such a perfect opportunity. She was serious about taking down Teng, this tough nut to crack.

Fu Ying was slender and covered in wounds. Blood trickled down her body, staining it red. Even so, she stood firmly in front of Teng, determined to protect him despite her injuries.

This scene, like a thunderclap, exploded in everyone's hearts, leaving everyone deeply shocked.

Starry Sky gazed at the pillars, his heart pounding uncontrollably, as if it were about to burst from his chest.

In this orcish continent where females reign supreme, it has always been the males who risk their lives to protect the females. He never imagined that a female would so resolutely stand in front of a male and unhesitatingly shield him from fatal harm.

This scene completely overturned all his previous understanding.

Fu Ying had no idea how much of a shock her "self-inflicted injury" had caused. She slowly raised her eyes, her gaze as cold as frost, staring directly at Wu, her voice chilling, as if it were wrapped in a layer of ice.

"You keep insisting that the earth dragon's transformation is related to Teng, and that it's a punishment from the beast god. Where's your evidence?"

"To recklessly strip your people's totems based solely on conjecture—if the Beast God has a spirit, the first to be punished would surely be someone like you who abuses power and disregards the lives of your people!"

(End of this chapter)