A gift returned ten thousandfold: I am the number one licker in all realms!

If this were in the real world, such a huge creature would definitely be frightening, but Luo Xing didn't think so.

After all, in today's world of cultivation, physical size is not the most important factor; strength is the primary consideration.

Muscles and physique do not represent strength. Strength is a state of being, a mastery of spiritual power, and a high level of skill.

Lofta looked at Luo Xing with a disdainful smile. To him, Luo Xing looked like a newborn chick. Its slender limbs seemed utterly powerless.

He pounded his fists together repeatedly, making a series of thuds, as if demonstrating his strength.

Before long, Feng Qing'er and Liu Yan were both taken down from the fire stand.

To their surprise, the savages seemed completely uninterested in them.

Women of their caliber would normally attract lewd stares and even flirtations on the street. But in this savage tribe, they had no interest whatsoever; they were more interested in devouring them.

Similarly, Luo Xing also discovered this problem; it seemed that to them, Feng Qing'er was more like food.

Loveta would occasionally cast envious glances at Princess Lily.

To their savage tribe, Feng Qing'er was utterly meaningless, like a dry, lifeless skeleton. Their savage princess, Lily, was their true goddess.

Princess Lily, in particular, with her alluring muscle lines and incredibly voluptuous figure, is so captivating that it's impossible to look away.

Princess Lily, the savage, would glance at Luo Xing from time to time, as if she felt she had some kind of connection with her. It seemed there was some kind of resonance between them?

The savage leader, who seemed to have noticed the situation, couldn't help but ask a question.

"Daughter, are you hungry? Don't worry."

“Our tribe rarely has contact with outsiders, so it would be good for our tribe to have some contact with outsiders.”

"When the time comes, let Loveta kill this outsider first, then eat them."

Princess Lily, the savage, did not reply; she seemed to have no interest in eating people.

He has never eaten humans from outside the world; he usually eats wild animals from the mountains and forests.

Loveta looked at Luo Xing.

"What are you standing there for, kid? Hurry up and come up here."

Luo Xing smiled and couldn't help but speak.

"Hey big guy, what's the rush?"

"Do you even understand the rules? We need to make a bet before the competition."

“Hey guys, if I beat you, you’ll let us all go, and you’ll also have to apologize to us.”

"If you beat me, then we'll be happy to be eaten by you. What do you say?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the nearby savages burst into laughter; to them, it was utter nonsense.

With her small frame, Luo Xing had no chance of winning no matter what. Loveta couldn't help but laugh and clink their fists together.

"Alright, kid, I'll listen to you. Whatever you say goes. Anyway, with your skinny arms and legs, you can't beat me."

The savages watching from the sidelines didn't care to watch the battle; to them, Luo Xing was just food.

If he could actually defeat their General Lofta, it would be like turning the world upside down for them.

To their savage tribe, Lofta was the absolute number one warrior, virtually invincible, unless the savage chieftain intervened.

Each of them is distinguished by power, and they do not revere any particular bloodline. The only bloodline they revere is that passed down from ancient times—the ancient bloodline.

Such ancient bloodlines are only possessed by holy sons born every few decades or even hundreds of years.

Therefore, they don't usually associate the word "bloodline" with anything, and naturally they don't emphasize bloodline.

The standoff between Luo Xing and Luo Futa caused quite a stir among the savage tribes.

The savages formed a circle, their eyes filled with disdain and mockery.

In their eyes, Luo Xing was nothing more than a weak human from the outside world, and was no match for Loveta at all.

Lofta was the greatest warrior of the savage tribe, possessing immense strength and a burly physique, and had proven his prowess in countless battles.

However, Luo Xing appeared unusually calm. He stood in front of Loveta with a faint smile on his lips, as if his opponent was not worth his nervousness.

His gaze swept around, finally settling on Loveta.

"Ready?" Luo Xing asked softly, his tone tinged with a hint of provocation.

Lofta snorted coldly, his fists clenched, muscles tense, as if ready to explode at any moment. He took a sudden step forward, the ground seemingly trembling.

Immediately afterwards, he swung his huge fist and smashed it hard at Luo Xing.

The fist whistled past, creating a whooshing sound, and the surrounding savages gasped in surprise. However, Luo Xing simply turned slightly to the side, easily dodging the attack.

Loveta's fist missed its target and landed heavily on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Too slow," Luo Xing said calmly, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Lofta roared and attacked again. This time, his punch was even faster, as if he wanted to shatter Luo Xing completely.

However, Luo Xing remained calm and composed, his figure moving like a ghost through Loveta's attacks, dodging them perfectly each time.

The savages began to feel uneasy. They had never seen Loveta so passive in battle, let alone that an outsider could so easily evade Loveta's attacks.

"Just who is this guy?" a savage muttered in a low voice.

Lofta's offensive became increasingly fierce, but each of his attacks was easily neutralized by Luo Xing.

Gradually, Lofta's breathing became rapid, and sweat beaded on his forehead. Although he possessed extraordinary strength, his speed was far inferior to Luo Xing's.

Just as Lofta threw another punch, Luo Xing suddenly moved.

He moved as fast as lightning to approach Loveta, and with a gentle push of his right hand, he actually flipped Loveta's massive body to the ground!

"boom!"

Loveta fell heavily to the ground with a dull thud.

The entire savage tribe fell into a deathly silence. Everyone stared wide-eyed at the scene before them in disbelief.

"This...how could this be?" a savage muttered to himself, his voice filled with shock.

Lofta struggled to stand up, but Luo Xing had already stepped on his chest with a force that, though not strong, rendered him unable to move.

"You lost," Luo Xing said calmly, without a trace of smugness in his tone, as if it were all within his expectations.

Lofta's face turned extremely ugly; he had never imagined that he would be defeated by an outsider.

The surrounding savages also began to stir, and many of them showed anger in their eyes.

"Release Loveta!" a savage roared, his weapon already pointed at Luo Xing.

Luo Xing raised his head, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings, a faint smile still playing on his lips. He showed no fear in the face of the savages' anger; on the contrary, he appeared even more composed.

“According to the bet, you should let us leave,” Luo Xing said calmly.

However, the savages had no intention of keeping their bet.

In their eyes, although Luo Xing had defeated Loveta, he was still an outsider and not worthy of trust. Moreover, they already considered Luo Xing and his group as food; how could they possibly let them go so easily?

"Kill them!" a savage shouted, his voice filled with murderous intent.

At this shout, the surrounding savages raised their weapons and approached Luo Xing and his group.

Feng Qing'er and Liu Yan turned pale. Although they had regained their freedom, they were still terrified in the face of so many savages.

"Luo Xing, what should we do?" Feng Qing'er asked in a low voice, her voice trembling slightly.

Luo Xing did not answer; his gaze remained calm, as if the crisis before him was nothing.

Just as the savages were about to make their move, a deep voice suddenly rang out.

"stop!"

Although the voice was not loud, it carried an undeniable authority.

The savages stopped what they were doing and turned to look in the direction from which the sound came.

A tall, slender young man slowly walked over. He had delicate features, deep eyes, and exuded a unique aura.

His appearance instantly silenced the restless savages.

"Holy Son!" a savage exclaimed in a low voice.

The newcomer was none other than Lin Feng, the holy son of the savage tribe. His appearance instantly changed the atmosphere of the entire tribe.

The savages lowered their heads and respectfully stepped aside, as if they dared not look him in the eye.

Lin Feng walked up to Luo Xing, his gaze lingering on him for a moment before turning to the fallen Loveta.

"What's going on?" Lin Feng asked calmly, a hint of displeasure in his voice.

Loveta struggled to her feet, head bowed, unable to meet Lin Feng's gaze.