Bloodstained Red Rock

A group of people approached, led by an exceptionally burly man.

The man appeared to be in his forties. He stood a full two meters tall, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with arms so thick one could ride a horse across them. He wore a Crimson Flame Tiger pelt and a horned dragon skull upon his head. His bronze-red skin gleamed with a metallic luster beneath the sun.

Behind him followed mighty Barbarian Tribe warriors. Every one of them was Prenatal, their auras as fierce as male lions.

Yet Fang Mo did not look at the others. His gaze settled upon the leading man.

"Heavenly Human Realm!"

He sensed it with absolute clarity. This man was undoubtedly in the Heavenly Human Realm, for true essence already fluctuated within his body. His footsteps were steady, yet harmonized with heaven and earth—something no Xiantian Expert could achieve.

The group arrived before the altar, their tiger-and-leopard eyes colliding with Fang Mo's.

Boom!

The man smashed his heavy spear against the ground, and the earth instantly rumbled. All the Barbarians calmed their breathing.

The entire scene seemed to fall silent.

Fang Mo stood within the grand formation without moving, quietly watching the other side. The blood qi grand formation's crushing pressure weighed heavily upon him, yet his waist remained ramrod straight, without the slightest bend.

"Was it you who slaughtered my tribesmen all along the way?"

The Barbarian Tribe Heavenly Human Realm expert spoke then, his voice rich and resounding like a bronze bell.

Fang Mo was somewhat surprised. This Barbarian Tribe member could actually speak the Tianli Sect's language. Things were getting more and more interesting. Folding his arms, he said, "Heavenly Human Realm. A Barbarian Tribe member actually managed to break through to the Heavenly Human Realm. Now you have piqued my interest!"

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