Blood Phoenix Jade

More than a dozen sturdy horses stood quietly, as if frozen in place, while their masters lay sprawled on the ground.

Each of these Barbarian Tribe members had a bloodstain split open at the center of their brow. There was no spectacle of blood gushing everywhere, yet it chilled everyone even more.

With just one move, more than a dozen Barbarian Tribe warriors—each of them at least a Grandmaster—had been wiped out without the slightest chance to resist.

Huang Yuyang, Mu Yan, Xuan Chenzi, and the others exchanged glances, a chill rising from the depths of their hearts.

Everyone's gaze fell upon Fang Mo's back, their eyes flickering with shock. The battle against the mecha had been grand in scale, but they had not felt it quite so directly. Now, however, they faced living martial artists just like themselves.

Fang Mo had merely raised a finger and drawn it through the air, using his finger as a blade. He had not employed a single unnecessary move, yet he had annihilated them all.

In other words, if Fang Mo wanted to kill them, one move would be enough.

They all felt a wave of helplessness. The gap between them and Fang Mo was growing ever wider, like an insurmountable heavenly chasm. Even looking at his back, they found it somewhat unreal.

Luo Jiangyan was also staring at Fang Mo's back. She bit her lips tightly, her gaze somewhat dim.

At that moment, she suddenly understood how Guan Lu had felt back then. So this was what heartache and helplessness felt like. She had not understood it then, yet now she had experienced it herself.

A desire to retreat also rose within her, born of self-abasement and helplessness.

But then light rekindled in her eyes. "No, I will definitely catch up to