is This is the number one club, owned by the Brown family. I'm a VIP here, and you, a Chinese person, don't even have the qualifications to make me apologize."Upon hearing this, everyone else realize...The situation is very serious now. If we want to save Cao Xiaowan and the others, we must deal with this sorcerer in front of us, otherwise we will have to confront the entire Zumar tribe.

His words fell silent across the room. After all, this challenging way was a rule passed down through the Zuma tribe for thousands of years, holding an extremely high position in everyone's heart, and no one was allowed to violate it.

The Grand Mage hadn't expected this outcome. His voice was hoarse as he said, "Boy, are you sure you want to challenge me"

Ye Bufan said: "To confuse the entire tribe with one's own selfish desires, to recklessly disregard human life, and to sacrifice living people. You are not worthy of being a Great Shaman."

Galenzar said, “Chinese man, do you know the consequences of challenging the Archmage”

"Of course I know, if I fail the challenge, I'm willing to accept any punishment."

Ye Bufan had already learned from Henry that challenging the head shaman of the Zuma tribe meant risking death by being stabbed and having a piece of flesh cut out by every member of the tribe until he died if he failed.

This cruel punishment is somewhat similar to the Lingchi execution in China, extremely brutal. Its purpose is to ensure that the Grand Sorcerer's dignity is not violated casually.

If the challenge is won, the winner will become the new shaman of the Zuma tribe. The current shaman has held the position for ten years after successfully challenging the previous one.

Although he didn't want to be a great wizard, he had to use this method temporarily to save people in an emergency.

"Chieftain, do not listen to his nonsense. He is a fraud and is completely unfit to be our Zama tribe's High Shaman."

Kanu was speaking, and at this moment he recognized Ye Bufan. He wished the chief would immediately kill this Chinese man before him.

Ye Bufan glanced at him: "Kano, are you the chief When did tribal affairs become your decision to make"

Besides, according to the tribal rules of the Zuma tribe, as long as you defeat the High Priest, you can take his place. There's no rule saying it has to be a white person or a yellow person, an Eastern person or a Western person. What makes you think I don't have the qualifications

"That…"

Kanu glanced nervously at Galincha. He had been too hasty just now, and in his haste, he had transgressed tribal law. When the squad leader spoke, no one of his standing was allowed to interrupt.

"Be quiet. After this is over, you'll be dealt with according to tribal law."

"Galinchara glared fiercely at him, then turned to Ye Bufan and said, “You Chinese man, you know the rules of our Zumar tribe very well. According to tribal law, you can challenge the Great Shaman.”

His words turned the situation into a battle between just the two of them.

Although the great wizard was shrouded in a black robe, concealing his face, the cold aura emanating from him grew stronger, sending shivers down one's spine.

"Chinese people, just wait, you will soon taste the consequences of challenging me."

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

Before there were any results, the High Wizard, who was still the chief shaman of the Zuni tribe, was respected by countless people. So everyone present cheered and shouted for him.

Ye Bufan leaped lightly from the altar, striding towards the Great Sorcerer: "If you have the ability, just use it!"

"Die!"

The Great Wizard finished speaking, and reached out to pat the large snake at his waist. The originally slithering snake immediately flew up, shooting towards Ye Bufan like an arrow leaving the bow.

This snake was his raised venomous beast. It was fed various poisons and drugs daily, making its skin as hard as iron and extremely venomous. In the past, it had killed countless opponents.

In the eyes of the great wizard, this Chinese man was surely no match for his serpent.

The surrounding tribesmen had even begun to imagine the young man being bitten by a venomous snake, preparing to cheer for the victory of the great shaman.

Just then, a brilliant light flashed. The ferocious serpent was instantly split in two with a thud, its black blood splattering across the ground.

"This..."

Everyone was astonished, especially the high mage.

As the master, he was well aware of the black snake's prowess. Its entire body was as hard as iron, and ordinary swords and blades could not harm it at all.

But before the eyes of this young man, he actually slashed the giant snake with one blow, as if cutting melons and vegetables. How is that possible

Ye Bufan drew the Dragon Tooth in his hand, performing a graceful flourish before sheathing it again. "You pretentious charlatan, feel free to use whatever tricks you have left."

"Damn Chinese, you dare kill my Black Dragon! I will make you die a thousand deaths!"

The Archmage's tone was menacing, laced with murderous intent. He then began to chant a spell at an incredible speed, his crystal staff glowing brightly in his hand.

This guy is actually quite skilled. He finished the spell quickly, and pointed at Ye Bufan, shouting: “Curse of the Dark God, go!”

As soon as he roared, a jet of black qi shot out from his staff, transforming into a viscous, liquid-like black mist that enveloped Ye Bufan.

A curse, a spell unique to dark wizards.

Ye Bufan used his divine sense to thoroughly scan the black mist. The power it contained was very similar to the curse power that Henry had been inflicted with, except for a slightly different fluctuation.

"Small tricks of a common insect!"

As the saying goes, "One law governs all laws." Although this curse is peculiar, it poses no threat to a master of his craft.

He had dozens of ways to dispel the black mist, but it was a waste. It would be best to refine it into pills.

He reached out and gently wiped his chest. The mass of curse power, which had been incredibly dense just moments ago, vanished from his palm instantly, as if it had been absorbed into his body.

Meanwhile, another small, jet-black pill appeared inside the alchemy bottle.

Now the entire audience was astonished. If the black snake had been killed earlier with brute force, this was undeniable magical power in action.

I didn't expect this person from China to be so young and already have such a high level of proficiency in both magic and martial arts.

The Great Wizard's black robe trembled, clearly realizing that he faced an extremely formidable opponent.

He held up his staff and said, "Chinese, it seems you still have some skill. If you stop here, I can let you live."

"If you want to let me go, then I really thank you!" Ye Bufan sneered, "But I don't intend to let you go. You've done so many wicked things, today is the time to settle the score."

"Arrogant Chinese, you will pay the price."

Actually, the Great Sorcerer never intended to let Ye Bufan go. He said those words just now to secretly buy himself some time to cast a powerful spell.

Taste my power!

The Grand Mage slapped the crystal ball atop his staff. In an instant, countless black shadows shot out from the ball, surging towards Ye Bufan like a tidal wave.

"Ghost!"

A flash of cold intent crossed Ye Bufan's eyes. No wonder the Grand Sorcerer wanted to burn all 100 people to death; his purpose was to collect their resentful spirits and hone his spells.

Generally, the more miserable and wronged a person's death, the greater the resentment of their soul after death, and the more it can increase the power of this vengeful spirit.

That is why he chose to use a sacrificial ceremony as a pretext, burning all these innocent people to death.

"Chinese people, wait to be sucked dry!"

Seeing Ye Bufan surrounded by a tide of vengeful spirits, the Black Wizard couldn't help but burst into laughter. His cackle, worse than a crow's screech, echoed through the night, sending shivers down one's spine.

In his eyes, he had already won. Even the powerful Archwizard of old had fallen to this very technique. kicked quite hard, flying backwards dozens of meters before crashing into seven or eight small trees. He barely managed to stabilize himself, but then spat out a mouthful of blood.He was severely inj...