Burning with Rage

The southern barbarian tribes in particular had sent out iron cavalry in all directions, burning, killing, and plundering wherever they went. The strong among the barbarians had begun marching into the Southern Region as well. No matter how this battle ended, they had nothing to lose. Even if True Martial School won, it would only be a pyrrhic victory. Would it still have the strength to stop them from plundering the Southern Region's lands?

If Feather Transformation Church won, it would not come easily either. They would face an even more domineering neighbor. Rather than that, they might as well make their move early and seize territory. Then they would have bargaining chips when it came time to negotiate, wouldn't they?

Ye Xiwen looked into the distance and saw a group of barbarian warriors pursuing a group of Southern Region martial artists. These barbarian warriors all wore beast hides, dressed in savage wilderness garb. Every one of them was tall and powerfully built, emanating a fierce aura. Unlike the martial artists of the Southern Region, every warrior from the Southern Wilderness could be said to have survived years of unceasing slaughter.

Their lives were a thousand, ten thousand times harsher than those of the Southern Region's people. At every moment, they had to wrest survival from heaven and fight countless demon beasts for living space. This made every one of them exceptionally strong. In terms of overall quality, they were even a notch stronger than the Southern Region's experts. Among those of the same realm, ordinary martial artists found it difficult to fight them one-on-one.

The only thing restricting them was their small population. Because they had to fight countless demon beasts for living space year-round, many of their people died in battle before reaching adulthood, never living long enough