When Agus and other people from the Golden Tribe were smiling one by one, ready to boast and praise Satan Bolhu of the steppe, they found that the back of the Iron Claw Eagle King was a bloody corpse.

This corpse was covered in blood, his limbs were twisted and broken, and his face collapsed directly, and he couldn't see the specific appearance.

There was even a huge hole in the chest, bloody, and even the heart was missing!

This...... What's going on?

Who is this corpse, and which river is it?

Everyone looked shocked and puzzled.

"Borhu! This is Borhu's corpse! ”

At this time, the patriarch of the First Golden Tribe, Agus, said in horror, the domineering and majesty on his face were swept away, extremely white, and sweat the size of soybeans gushed out from his forehead, densely and fell down.

In an instant, Agus was completely cold, like falling into an ice cellar!

Rumble!

When Agus's words fell, it was like a huge meteorite smashed into the First Golden Tribe, which immediately set off an uproar and exploded!

"What? This corpse is the elder of the Borhu tribe? This, this, how is this possible? ”

"Look at the cloth left on this corpse, is it the costume of the old man of our first gold tribe, and this two-meter-tall body like an iron tower, and there are still some intact parts on the collapsed face, which are exactly the same as the old Borhu tribe!"

"But, however, how is this possible? This is the old man of the Borhu tribe, Satan of the steppe, recognized as the strongest man of the steppe! How could he die so miserably? ”

"Except for the elder of the Borhu clan, who can let this Ironclaw Eagle King sit on it?"

“……”

Suddenly, the entire tribesmen of the First Golden Tribe were boiling in the sky, their faces were pale one by one, and their eyes were full of shock and disbelief.

Even if they deny it, they already know in their hearts that this is indeed the corpse of Satan Bolhu of the steppe!

It's just that they simply can't imagine this fact!

And the people of the other Golden Tribe were also dumbfounded, even the patriarch of the Second Golden Tribe who was not used to seeing the First Golden Tribe so strong, Monchido, was shocked and unbelievable at this time!

Prairie Satan Borhu is recognized as the strongest man of the prairie, he has been invincible across the prairie more than ten years ago, and no one is his opponent.

Later, after returning from the Western Killing Battlefield, the murderous aura was even more terrifying, and even ordinary innate powerhouses trembled when they saw Bol!

But now, Borhu was killed, and such a tragic death really made him feel unbelievable and incredible!

"Who killed Borhu, and who has the ability to do it?"

Agus's face was pale, gloomy to the extreme, like a dark cloud before a storm, almost seeping through the water, and said word by word.

This is the trump card of their first golden tribe, and now they have been killed, who has the ability to do it?

Argus didn't think that the people of the Djoba, a small tribe in that small tribe, could do that.

This is the steppe Satan Bolhu, the terrifying powerhouse who has returned from fighting in the Western Killing Battlefield for ten years, where is that yellow-haired child like Hesheng who has not dried up can kill!

At that moment, a shrill laughter echoed.

"It's him, it's that person, Hesheng, it must be that Hesheng, he must have killed ......"

The sound of the laughter was chilling, filled with boundless poignancy and desperate fear.

Everyone couldn't help but tremble, and when they turned their heads, they saw that it was the silver-haired lion king Bo Jilie, the first golden tribe elder who was put back by Na Hesheng with his arms cut off, and he was a congenital strongman.

Looking at Bo Jilie's face distorted by extreme fear, the people of the Golden Tribe, who didn't care about it just now, had numb scalps, eyelids jumping wildly, hair standing on end, and their bodies were cold, as if they had been splashed with a basin of ice water.

No one could have thought that the river life could fight against Satan Bolhu of the steppe, and no one believed the words of the silver-haired lion king, and they all thought that he was frightened and dared.

Even Na Borhu sneered and ridiculed violently.

But now, Borhu's body is placed here, and he also went to the Zhuoba tribe to take revenge, could it really be that Hesheng killed him?

But how is this possible?

How old was that river student, who was only in his twenties, how could he kill such a terrifying and powerful man as Satan Bolhu of the steppe?

Agus was also stunned in place, his face was dull, and he lost his voice:

"Is it really that river student? How could he have killed Borhu, this is Prairie Satan Borhu......"

And Bo Ji smiled miserably:

"Who else but him, who else can there be? As I said a long time ago, that Hesheng can't be provoked, can't be provoked, and now it's over, our golden tribe is finished......"

The fierce and desperate voice, like the wail of a crow before death, resounded in the sky above the First Golden Tribe, and all the people of the Golden Tribe were terrified and trembled.

One by one, their eyes were filled with despair and fear, and their faces turned white.

That river sheng was able to kill the strongest steppe Satan Bolhu, such a terrifying and powerful force, they actually provoked such a terrible monster?

For a while, a strong sense of remorse appeared in the hearts of all the people of the Golden Tribe, who knew that Hesheng was so terrible, they had enough to eat, and went to deal with this Hesheng!

Even if Hesheng provoked the matter of the Eighth Golden Tribe and damaged the majesty of the Golden Tribal, it would be okay for them to turn a blind eye.

Even, it can directly make the Nazhuoba tribe the eighth golden tribe and replace the status of the Hosin tribe.

That's okay too.

But now, it's over, and there's no room for mediation!

The patriarch of the First Golden Tribe, Agus, was even more remorseful, and at this time he also believed Bo Jilie's words, except for that Hesheng, an innate powerhouse who couldn't figure out the details, the other innate powerhouses on the grassland were all defeated by Borhu's men, and it was impossible to kill Borhu.

Knowing that he would have to pay such a heavy price, Agus would definitely not be willing to be an enemy of Hesheng, but now that he has such a blood feud, Agus can't stop there, otherwise the status of the First Golden Tribe will really be unstable, and who else can take them seriously?

Wait, that Hesheng doesn't seem to be from the Zhuoba tribe, is it......

Thinking of this, Agus's face was solemn, and he could even say heavily:

"Check! Check it out for me at all costs! Who is this Hesheng, and how did this terrible person appear on our grassland......"