Chen Mo’s figure swayed slightly.
The subconscious move just now had almost drained him of his True Yuan and Soul Power, and his consciousness was gradually becoming blurred.
Then, like a kite whose string had snapped, he fell downward.
Whoosh—
Zhong Lihe’s figure appeared out of nowhere, catching him steadily.
Seeing the faintly disappearing mark, his eyes were complex, filled with joy, excitent, confusion... and a hint of concern.
"A million divine soldiers bow their heads, iron water pouring down the galaxy, that’s right..."
"Ever since that man fell, the Soldier Control Seal has chosen a master for the first ti, doesn’t this an he’s the next..."
"I’ve waited here for decades in vain, finally, it’s here!"
"But Princess over there..."
Zhong Lihe looked sowhat hesitant.
After pondering for a mont, he shook his head and muttered to himself, "Forget it, now’s not the ti to think about this. Let’s send him to the palace first... now this kid is a prized possession, nothing must go wrong..."
Zhong Lihe raised his head and glanced at everyone, coldly saying, "Today’s events must not be spread, if any words reach my ears, none of you will escape."
His tone was calm, as if rely stating a fact, yet everyone shivered in unison.
The lives taken by this enshrined one far exceeded the grievances of the Sword Mountain and Tomb of Swords! From sects he personally destroyed, big and small, numbering in the dozens, his record of battles is traceable, killing them is no different from crushing ants!
"Did you hear?" Zhong Lihe asked in a deep voice.
"Yes, we heard!"
"Don’t worry, Exalted One, we’ll keep our mouths shut!"
The crowd ca back to their senses and quickly lowered their heads to respond.
Zhong Lihe didn’t say anything more, his figure flickered and disappeared.
The atmosphere plunged into silence.
Because the myriad weapons bowed, the Evil Qi temporarily dissipated, it’s impossible to continue cultivation for the ti being.
Li Kui hugged his shoulders, pinching his chin, his round face showing a hint of confusion.
"Strange, when I saw Chen Mo before, his Root Bone was good, but not to this extent. Now his physique is incredibly strong, as if he has transford completely..."
"How did he manage that?"
"There should be an opportunity to ask him..."
...
...
Southern Border, Qingyan Mountain.
The towering mountain range stretches endlessly, with cliffs thousands of feet high reaching up to the clouds, forming an insurmountable natural barrier.
There’s only a narrow passage to enter the mountain, with cliffs on both sides facing each other, only a few people can walk side by side, making it a place that is easy to defend but difficult to attack.
Within the mountain hollow, dozens of tents are scattered like stars, with a bonfire burning in the middle of the open space, above the stone pot is still simring at soup, the air is filled with the sll of burnt and pungent blood.
Around, there are piles of hundreds of corpses, all belonging to the Barbarian Tribe with dark skin.
They were wearing soft armor made of animal hide, tall and strong.
At this mont, without exception, all were decapitated, their blood dyeing the ground dark red.
A Barbarian Tribe woman held a young child, kneeling on the ground, trembling all over, speaking in a broken accent, "General... spare... spare my son..."
Opposite stood a tall and slender woman, clad in golden armor with flowing fla patterns engraved on top, each shoulder guard cast with nine plus, the fine scale armor gathered along her waist forming a hundred-fold phoenix tail.
Her black hair was casually tied to the top of her head with a silk cord, a red cloak billowing in the cold wind.
The whole person exuded a strong aura, like a blazing sun burning fiercely.
The woman tilted her head with interest, saying, "Oh? You can speak the Great Yuan language?"
The Barbarian Tribe woman nodded, struggling to say, "My mother... is from Great Yuan..."
The woman understood.
The friction between the Barbarian Tribe and Great Yuan has continued for hundreds of years.
These Barbarians burn, loot, and pillage along the Great Yuan border, each ti invading the frontier, they snatch many won for entertainnt, to them, the tender-skinned Human Race were hard currency.
They can be played with, as well as eaten...
Most end up with their bones gone; while a few are kept alive as breeding machines for the Barbarian Tribe to continue their lineage, their fate is worse than death.
The woman in front of them is likely born from a Human Race mother, having learned a few words of the Great Yuan language.
"I’m here to eradicate Barbarian Tribe’s elite stronghold, never thought there’d still be won, you must be here to visit your relatives, right?" The golden-armored woman shook her head and said, "Unfortunately, your luck isn’t good."
The Barbarian Tribe woman raised the child in her arms, trembling, "I die... he lives..."
The child was biting his finger, his naive little face full of bewildernt seed unaware of what was happening.
The golden-armored woman was silent for a while.
She picked up a clay bowl from beside the stone pot, filled it with milky white at soup.
Returned to the two, handing the at soup to the child, softly saying, "You should eat sothing first."
The Barbarian Tribe woman discreetly pinched him.
The child shivered, shook his head, and didn’t reach out to accept it.
But slling that fragrant at, his mouth involuntarily secreted saliva, he couldn’t help swallowing.
Gulp—
The sound was slight but remarkably clear in this quiet setting.
The golden-armored woman’s mouth curved into a smile, setting down the soup bowl, her palm covered in armor rested on the beast head sword handle at her waist.
"Barbarians love to eat human flesh, first pouring scalding hot oil over the entire body, when the charred skin peels away, slice off thigh muscles with the blade, simr with the bone into at soup, the aroma is enticing, most nourishing."
"The rest is made into cured at, or ground into at paste, mixed with salt to make cakes, lasting longer, can serve as rations."
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