Zhao Yun did not retreat in the slightest. He urged his horse into a charge, the bones throughout his body crackling as Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound roared. His momentum surged like a rainbow, stirring the air around him.
Fighting spirit instantly filled his entire body, and his pressure was overwhelming. Even wounded, Zhao Yun remained valiant and vigorous, like an immortal descending into the world. His back was straight, his righteous aura abundant, immortal energy swirling around him, bright and pure as moonlight.
Whether they were nearby barbarian warriors or distant elders of the immortal sects, all of them felt awe in their hearts.
"An immortal has come! An immortal has descended!"
"This is the pinnacle of Human Race martial artists—an immortal descending! Zhao Yun is risking his life!"
"This isn't a fake surrender, is it?"
"Shut up! Zhao Yun is innocent! He is fighting in bloodshed!"
Zhao Yun galloped forward and suddenly leaped into the air, swinging his sword. The two barbarian warriors were on guard, but then Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound erupted beside them, deafeningly loud.
"Careful, that is..."
Before one barbarian warrior could finish speaking, a flash of cold light passed, and his head had already flown away.
Everyone—yes, everyone—was stunned. That was a barbarian warrior in the Immortal Realm of Land! Zhao Yun had used nothing but an ordinary iron sword, yet his speed was terrifyingly fast, instantly killing an Immortal Realm of Land expert. You could say the barbarian had been careless, but do not forget that he was in the Immortal Realm of Land. Even if he had been careless, how much weaker could he have become?
"Die!"
In the blink of an eye, eight Zhao Yun figures appeared around the other barbarian warrior. Every one of them looked lifelike, impossible to distinguish from