C170 (1/2)

”Cough, cough …”

Tuoba Fei was currently attentively listening to the Xumi Army's report. What he cared the most about were the Xumi race's domesticated horses and their ultimate techniques.

The Xumi Army was a master in horse taming. If he could control a group of wild horses, he could easily subdue them. Not everyone had this kind of ability.

The Huns had to expend a great deal of effort to catch wild horses. Sometimes, they couldn't do as they wished. Many times, among the captured horses, many of them would run away. However, it was very difficult to capture a truly good horse. Even when dozens of people attacked at the same time, they might not be able to capture a good horse.

Hearing this cough, a trace of coldness and awkwardness flashed through the long and narrow eyes of the Xumi Army soldiers. It was a clan elder reminding him not to hand over all of his Xumi to others.

The tamed horses of the Xumi race, especially the Great Broad Ferghana Horse, were extremely secretive secrets. Although the Xumi race had no other choice but to submit to the Great Moon branch, the clan elders still didn't want to hand over all of their trump cards.

”Your highness, some of the fine horses are in the secret grounds, while others are in the secret grounds. These should naturally be left for Your highness's men to check on. Your servant believes that the secret grounds should not be abandoned, this place …”

Tuoba Fei's heart was filled with anger. As expected, these Sumeru clansmen had lived for far too long. Even now, they were still unwilling to submit to Xiao Yao from the bottom of their hearts.

He suddenly started laughing. A faint and cold smile appeared on his face as he leaned back against the chair. His eyes were abnormally bright, making people not dare to look straight at him.

Under Tuoba Fei's gaze, the elder who had spoken lowered his head and stopped talking.

”Kneel.”

The Elder Sumeru's body couldn't help but tremble for a moment. With a plop, he kneeled on the ground, lowered his head, and touched his forehead to the ground.

At this moment, he understood that he had angered Prince Xian of the Left. He had an iron hand and a dignified demeanor. No one in the Huns knew it, and no one knew it.

”Twenty slaps on your own.”

Tuoba Fei's tone was calm and indifferent, like a gentle breeze. However, there was an indescribable chill in his tone.

Xumi Qingfeng straightened his body and stole a glance at Tuoba Fei. A faint smile appeared on his handsome face, and his calm, waveless eyes faintly flashed with a cold light.

His heart could not help but beat faster. The Huns knew that he was not afraid of Prince Xian of the Left scolding him. He was only afraid of Prince Xian of the Left smiling calmly. Behind that smile, calmness was the call of death.

”Yes, your servant lost his composure, Your Highness, please calm your anger.”

The Godly Mt. Xumi raised his hand and slapped his face.

”Pa, pa, pa …”

A clear and loud voice echoed in the hall. At this time, the men of the Great Moon Sect had long since taken control of the secret location and had tightly guarded the Sumeru Conclave.

Everyone lowered their heads even lower. Their hearts were in their mouths as they stole furtive glances at Tuoba Fei.

With a carefree and relaxed demeanor, Tuoba Fei didn't continue asking about the Xumi Army's horses. Instead, he lazily leaned against the chair and swept his gaze over everyone present.

In the Huns, the king was the highest existence, but the king could not decide everything within the clan. There were Elders within the clan. These Elders were all Royal Clans; they were the elders or brothers of the King.

Wang had to gather the elders for a discussion on an important matter.

The Xumi tribe was no exception. Although the power of the Xumi army was greater than most of the tribal kings, it was still related to the future of Xumi.