The Northern Barbarian King of an entire generation was reduced to ashes beneath Li Fei's fists.
The era belonging to Boerhu had come to a complete end.
The Northern Barbarians' opportunity had also come to a complete end!
When the River-Suppressing Heavenly King departed, he took Yuming Jiukong and the others with him.
Among the Northern Barbarians' top experts who had died in this battle, aside from Boerhu, there were only Tianyan Qingzhan and Wu Ri Muhao.
But with Boerhu's death and the sacred tree of the Wu Ri Tribe severed, even with a million troops, the Northern Barbarians could only withdraw.
Otherwise, the warriors of the other tribes would have to worry about the safety of their own tribal headquarters, and whether something might happen to their families in the rear!
Li Fei turned to look at the figure in blue.
She had a face that could not be called extraordinarily beautiful. Her skin was wheat-colored, her nose high and straight, and the contours of her features strikingly three-dimensional.
Her brows and eyes were her most distinctive feature, like blue-green distant mountains, making people involuntarily meet her gaze.
"Great kindness need not be thanked with words!"
Li Fei solemnly clasped his fists and saluted Ning Qingman.
This time, she had not only saved his life but had also imparted the Dao to him!
Ning Qingman smiled faintly, her brows and eyes curving like a crescent moon.
"If you truly want to thank me, transform into a sword a few more times and let me enjoy myself."
Li Fei: "..."
Although every time he became a sword and fought alongside Ning Qingman, he gained immense benefits in Sword Dao,
this was not the kind of development he wanted!
"What are you planning to do next?"
Ning Qingman asked.
She had