As they spoke, a sound of chains dragging across the ground echoed from outside.
A tall figure appeared at the end of the corridor.
His presence blocked out the only light in the dim room completely.
It was only when he gradually walked closer that Han Zhan managed to see the man’s features clearly.
He was human too, but at least two ters tall, with skin that glead with a tallic sheen in the weak light.
Behind him, several normal humans were being dragged with iron chains; judging by their half-dead appearance, they must also be captives of the Jiuli.
Clang.
The door was opened.
Han Zhan felt a powerful force pull him out suddenly.
He was hauled out of the room, just like the others.
From darkness to blinding light, after a brief mont of disorientation, Han Zhan’s eyes gradually adjusted, and he could see the surroundings clearly.
The forest was dense, with towering trees.
Only the area where they stood had been cleared out, resembling a circular plaza within the woods.
Occasional bird calls ca from deep within the forest, accompanied by the rustle of the wind.
A casually piled bonfire crackled, sparking firelight.
On the circular plaza stood many warriors of the Jiuli Race.
They were tall, with bronze skin that shimred, standing in groups of three or five like a human wall.
The leader of them was carrying a great saber on his shoulder, its blade as tall as an adult; correspondingly, he was the tallest among the Jiuli warriors.
He casually threw the great saber into the bonfire, roasting the blade until it glowed faintly red.
Han Zhan’s group was lined up, the captives dragged by chains, akin to lambs awaiting slaughter.
Just entered the scenario and already facing disaster, what should be done?
Han Zhan’s mind raced, the urgency making his back sweat lightly.
He had it!
I can create a valuable identity for myself!
Like being related to the Yellow Emperor, as long as I show enough value, I can surely avoid doom!
With this in mind, Han Zhan ford a plan and imdiately spoke: "I—"
"I’m the Yellow Emperor’s brother! Don’t kill , I can negotiate for you, exchange captives. I am the Yellow Emperor’s brother!"
A voice louder than Han Zhan’s suddenly called out beside him.
Drawing the attention of all the captives, turning their heads to look.
A skinny young man was lying on the ground, trembling.
Seeing this scene, the captured warriors of the Yellow Emperor Tribe all showed discontent.
However, the Jiuli lieutenant holding the beheading great saber seed completely oblivious to his words.
The next second, the Jiuli lieutenant grasped the saber’s handle, and with the sharp sound of slicing through air, the self-proclaid "Yellow Emperor’s brother" was split into two.
Blood splattered on the ground, forming a bright red line.
Han Zhan blinked rapidly.
The brother of the Yellow Emperor, a highly valued identity. Even he was cut down with one stroke; the Jiuli Tribe is indeed ruthless!
As one plan failed, Han Zhan started to sweat profusely.
Nevermind, that beheading great saber probably is just an ordinary material forged weapon.
I have the Celestial Serpent Body and am also a Tier Seven Powerhouse, might withstand it!
Han Zhan reassured himself inwardly.
At that mont, another captured warrior of the Yellow Emperor Tribe beside him suddenly scoffed.
"Hmph, I am an Earth Warrior, practicing Earth Elent True Power; my defenses are such that even Divine Soldiers can’t cut through, what fright does your re broken saber pose!"
"Haa!"
With a light shout, the chains binding him shook loose under his full force.
A layer of visibly earth-colored translucent armor enveloped the warrior of the Yellow Emperor Tribe.
Han Zhan could even feel the continuous stream of Earth Elent Spiritual Power being transmitted from below the ground into his body!
Tier Seven Peak?!
This is surprisingly a warrior at Tier Seven Peak, specializing in Earth Elent Defense!
Before Han Zhan could finish marveling, another saber light ca slashing.
In Han Zhan’s view, the head of the Tier Seven Peak Earth Warrior was severed cleanly, rolling right to his feet.
Gulp.
Han Zhan swallowed hard.
This is a Tier Seven Peak, not so ordinary vegetable!
Moreover, a master in practicing Earth Elent Defense Spiritual Power, with feet on the ground, empowered by the Power of the Earth.
Practically in a state with full buffs layered.
And was instantly killed like this?
Could his Tier Seven strength combined with the Celestial Serpent Body withstand it?
Han Zhan’s mind was filled with uncertainty.
At this mont, the third saber light had already appeared.
Including Han Zhan himself, there were five captives dragged out from the room.
Now the third head had rolled, leaving only two.
If no solution is found, he would truly be dood!
Suddenly Han Zhan felt the light dim; the tall figure of the Jiuli lieutenant had unknowingly moved in front of him and the captive next to him.
The captive beside him was the one who had earlier spoken disheveled.
Now he was hanging his head low, silent, seemingly resigned.
The Jiuli lieutenant raised the beheading great saber high, about to slash another.
A sudden mutation occurred.
The disheveled young man emitted bizarre "hohoho" sounds.
Then, miraculously, his hair transford into living black snakes, writhing wildly, spiraling back toward the falling beheading great saber.
Unexpectedly, this young man had such thods?
Just as Han Zhan was pondering, suddenly with a "bang," the young man beside him exploded.
Literally exploded.
Flesh splattered on Han Zhan, bewildering him internally.
Yet his head, including the endlessly elongating hair, seed to be the true embodint.
It continued emitting strange noises, climbing from the saber’s blade toward the hand gripping the handle.
"Priest, be careful!"
Behind them, other Jiuli warriors warned.
The Jiuli lieutenant addressed as "Priest" grunted, without much visible action, his form suddenly expanded from over two ters to more than three.
The enlarged physique gave him greater strength.
Under the pressure of force, the entangled beheading great saber finally freed itself from the ss of black hair.
The Jiuli Tribe’s priest struck it firmly, smashing the flying head to the ground.
"Bring it!"
As he spoke, a Jiuli warrior had already brought a handful of white soil, pouring it upon the smashed head.
Soon, white smoke sizzled up from that head.
Only then did those sternly vigilant Jiuli warriors collectively breathe a sigh of relief.
"The ’Pest’ has been dealt with."
As the priest of this Jiuli ten-man squad, Li Wu laid down the beheading great saber, announcing aloud.
"Perhaps not yet."
An incongruous voice arose.
Li Wu cast his gaze toward the speaker, the final captive from this capture, Han Zhan.
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