Tang Kun's body exploded. This extraordinary man, once regarded as an unrestrained wanderer and a squanderer of talent yet deeply admired by all, ultimately died alone in Luoxia City, leaving nothing behind.
Zhao Bahuang turned around, his expression utterly calm. Zhebie Chuan's face shifted unpredictably. "A Grandmaster Divine Weapon is unstoppable. No one can resist it, not even gods. No matter how strong Tang Kun was, he could not withstand a Grandmaster Divine Weapon. But Zhao Yun was clearly in the Immortal Realm of Land. How could he resist it for even a short time? If not for Zhao Yun, Tang Kun might not have chosen death so resolutely. When he died, Zhao Yun had already escaped. He was bound to die, and that divine spear should have belonged to us Barbarians!"
"Zhao Yun will not escape death. Not only do we want him dead, the Human Race martial artists will not spare him either!"
"Hm? What do you mean?"
"Spread the news tonight that Zhao Bahuang of Fenghuo City used a Grandmaster Divine Weapon to kill Tang Kun and more than two hundred Human Race elites. The only survivor was the one who tipped off our Barbarians."
Zhebie Chuan froze for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Now I am beginning to wonder whether Zhao Yun is truly your flesh and blood. Hahaha, this scheme is brilliant. I like it..."
"What? Elder Tang is gone?"
"Elder Tang gathered two hundred of the Human Race's finest martial artists and invited Jin Qiuchuan and Yin Liuye out of retirement. They planned to eliminate Damon Bulu in Luoxia City, but Zhao Bahuang wielded the Barbarian Grandmaster Divine Weapon, the Li Huo Sword, and wiped them all out."
"The Barbarians even deployed a Grandmaster Divine Weapon. Are they trying to start a war