Rescuing Zhan Tiancheng

Fang Mo carried the Barbarian Tribe expert and flew a hundred li to a Barbarian Tribe settlement.

The settlement was not large, with some thirty stone houses clustered beneath a cliff.

The Barbarian Tribe liked building their homes from piled stones, but they were clearly no experts at construction. The stone houses leaned every which way, though the stones were large and heavy enough that the buildings remained sturdy.

At this moment, the settlement was filled with women and children. More than a dozen half-grown boys were training—some practiced their fists, while others carried stones to build strength. Several burly men stood nearby, instructing them.

The women worked nearby, occasionally looking over at the children with satisfied smiles on their faces.

Standing high in the sky and watching it all, Fang Mo frowned slightly. The Barbarian Tribe truly was formidable. Those half-grown boys looked only ten or so, yet they had basically all passed Dark Force, with more than half at Transformation Force. Their qi and blood were robust, and carrying those thousand-jin boulders took no effort at all.

Moreover, these children had clearly seen blood. The Blood Fiend Qi around them was thick.

Suddenly, his gaze turned sharp, landing on a cage woven from vines in the settlement square.

Three martial artists were imprisoned inside. Every one of them was gaunt and sallow, and one was little more than skin stretched over bones, as if he had been drained dry. Even his breath was nearly gone.

Fang Mo spotted Zhan Tiancheng at a glance. He lay weakly inside the cage.

Just then, an elderly Barbarian Tribe man approached, holding a stone bowl. He pressed one of the martial artists against the cage, sliced open his neck with a knife, and let his blood flow into the stone bowl.

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