Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2732: Chapter 97: A Wusha (2)

The red-armored Barbarian General entered the hall and habitually knelt down.

Wusha didn’t kneel, he simply bowed to Mo Hua and said,

"Lord Shaman, Wusha is late, please punish me."

Mo Hua, supporting his arm, was lost in thought on his chair, and upon hearing this, raised his eyes to glance at Wusha.

Indeed, Wusha was not the same as before.

His cultivation had improved, his demeanor seemed more noble, and he wore a luxurious chieftain’s battle robe of the Barbarian Tribes.

Mo Hua could see that the original robe was supposed to be even more extravagant.

But just because he was coming to see him, Wusha reluctantly removed some gold tassels and jade stone decorations, appearing slightly more modest.

It must have been difficult for him.

Mo Hua’s expression remained indifferent.

Wusha kept his bowing stance.

After a moment, Mo Hua asked him, "Do you still remember what I instructed you?"

Wusha clasped his hands, "Naturally, I remember."

Mo Hua asked, "What did I instruct you?"

Wusha paused, his mind suddenly blank, unable to speak for a moment.

He couldn’t remember what Mo Hua had instructed him or perhaps Mo Hua hadn’t instructed him anything at all.

Mo Hua’s gaze gradually turned icy.

Wusha’s heart tightened, and he immediately said,

"Wusha follows every instruction from Lord Shaman... I’ve ruled over the Mountain Realm of Wusha well, the tribes are submissive, no one dares rebel. In each tribe, a statue is erected, and they worship it on time every morning and night. Each tribe sends tributes monthly on time..."

Mo Hua asked, "Is that what I instructed?"

Wusha felt inexplicably uneasy, suddenly realizing something.

It was those statues! I shouldn’t have erected statues of myself exclusively!

Wusha hurriedly said, "Wusha was wrong, I will immediately have people change all those statues to depict Lord Shaman. It was Lord Shaman who brought them everything, they should worship Lord Shaman, they should send tributes to Lord Shaman..."

"Lord Shaman is indeed the master of the Mountain Realm. Everything in this Mountain Realm belongs to Lord Shaman..."

Mo Hua sighed lightly in his heart.

Indeed, he didn’t understand at all...

The heart of a human is such; each has its own understanding, and those who can comprehend often understand easily.

If one cannot comprehend, they seem like their mind is blinded by pig fat, unable to understand no matter what.

Mo Hua looked at Wusha, and coldly said,

"From now on, you are no longer the chieftain of the Wulu Tribe, nor the commander of the Wusha Mountain Realm."

This sentence fell like a guillotine on Wusha’s head.

Even Jiao Li, who was kneeling on the ground, couldn’t help but tremble.

As a chieftain, Jiao Li understands best, he barely climbed to a high position becoming the chieftain of the Black Horn Tribe.

What he feared the most was Lord Shaman’s very words.

This sentence would strip him of all honor, shattering all the efforts he has put in so far.

Wusha’s heart cooled momentarily.

He could vaguely guess that Lord Shaman might say these words, causing a turmoil in his heart.

However, when the words were indeed spoken by Lord Shaman now, he felt a lot more secure, replaced by a hint of disdain and ridicule.

Wusha stood straighter, and his eyes filled with anger:

"Lord Shaman, I have fought for you, I have shed blood for you, I have conquered realms for you, conquering one mountain realm after another for you... But what about you?"

Wusha dropped the honorifics, directly facing Mo Hua and said,

"You fear my monopoly of power, so you elevate Jiao Li to counterbalance me. You fear my military strength, don’t let me touch the Black Horn Tribe’s Barbarian Armor. Even more so, to guard against me, you had that old Zamu always watching over me, preventing me from using the students you left behind..."

"Lord Shaman, how do you expect me to be loyal to you? How do you expect me to still serve under you?"

"Now, indeed, you’ve come back, you immediately targeted me, wanting to strip me of my chieftain position, and remove my command rights..."

Wusha sneered coldly, "Is it that simple?"

Mo Hua replied indifferently, "What do you intend?"

"Lord Shaman..." Wusha’s expression turned indifferent, "You should know, things are different now. I, Wusha, have reached the Foundation Establishment Peak, just one step away from the Golden Core, with a powerful army under my command, controlling several mountain realms with two thousand soldiers."

"Now, everyone knows that I, Wusha, am the master of the Wusha Mountain Realm, dominating a region, with all the populace submissive."

"Such power, isn’t something that can be stripped away with a casual word from you."

"Lord Shaman?" Wusha laughed coldly, "I call you as such out of respect, if I didn’t respect you, do you really think this Lord Shaman title means anything sacred?"

Mo Hua’s expression remained calm, "Are you saying you want to ’rebel’?"

"Rebel?" Wusha laughed mockingly, "Rebel against who? What do you have that’s worth rebelling against? I’m not rebelling, rather..."

Wusha’s gaze was unrestrained, glaring at Mo Hua, and declared,

"I want you, Lord Shaman, to personally confer me, to personally acknowledge I, Wusha, as the Divine Lord’s appointed Mountain Master, commanding a region that no one can oppose."

Upon hearing this, the red-armored Barbarian General was shocked, and Jiao Li’s expression changed.

They never anticipated Wusha possessed such ambition.

Mo Hua shook his head, sighing inwardly.

Indeed, Mo Hua was quite accurate in judging people.

Some ingrates cannot be raised properly.

Mo Hua asked, "What if I don’t agree?"

Wusha sneered grimly, "That’s not for you to decide."

Since the mask is off, there’s no need for politeness anymore. At this point, this Lord Shaman must agree regardless, willingly or unwillingly.

If he doesn’t agree, then capture him and use severe threats.

Or capture and kill his students one by one. It is believed he wouldn’t endure witnessing such a scene.