They said that when an emperor raged, a million corpses lay strewn and blood flowed for a thousand miles. But when Tong Lie raged, it truly was not much less terrifying.
Tong Lie's fury had not only left Ye Mingyang severely wounded—even the other three present felt their hearts pound with dread, unable to settle their minds.
That included Fatty Xia, who looked as though he was on Tong Lie's side.
But in truth, Fatty Xia's relationship with Tong Lie was not particularly close. Only because of the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord's instructions—orders—had he been forced to accompany Tong Lie and guide him on how to survive and live within human society.
Strictly speaking, they still belonged to different races: one human, one Barbarian, with little emotional bond between them.
Yet it was precisely because Fatty Xia understood the Ye Family's influence throughout the Divine Continent and the human nations that he dared not let this matter continue escalating. If Tong Lie truly stirred up some earth-shaking calamity, then even if those righteous path people could do nothing to him, the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord could still skin him alive.
Facing Tong Lie's killing intent, Fatty Xia circulated all the true qi in his body and forced his way to Tong Lie's side. In a low voice, he said,
"You cannot do this openly. If you massacre the Ye Family today, it will surely bring immense trouble upon yourself and even your tribe. I would never deceive you about this. You must believe me."
The instant Tong Lie heard the word "tribe," the dense killing intent around him gradually faded. After all, that killing intent had been provoked by Ye Mingyang's threatening words.
He was not a selfish man. The Bronze Hammer Tribe held an extremely high place in his