When an Epic Becomes a Farce

"Pi Shan, what are you trying to do?!"

Jiao Wushuang's expression changed, attempting to intimidate Pi Shan into retreat.

Pi Shan remained calm:

"I, as a tribal chief, merely seek justice for our Barbarian Tribe!"

His voice, deep and resonant, echoed across the square, reaching the ears of all the barbarians.

Pi Shan ascended the platform, flanked by Lu Jiang and Xi Ming, subtly confronting Jiao Wushuang.

Addressing the gathered barbarians, he declared, "I have something to say, please listen."

A commanding aura emanated from him, silencing the crowd.

"Pi Shan, do not act foolishly in the presence of the Barbarian God!" Jiao Wushuang exclaimed sternly.

"Foolish?" Pi Shan scoffed. "What kind of Barbarian God poses so arrogantly before us?"

His words sent a wave of murmurs through the crowd, and he continued: