"Shut up. Our Kua Tribe has its own pride. We would never use such despicable methods to win!"
The burly man at the head, whose presence was even more imposing, pointed his Windfire Separation Spear at the late-stage cultivator of the Wu Clan. As he looked at the silver-haired young man, several traces of respect involuntarily rose in his eyes. In the cultivation world, too many people were cold and ungrateful, even repaying kindness with betrayal. The silver-haired young man before him was not only extraordinarily powerful, but also willing to risk his life for a Golden Core female cultivator. He was prepared to fight despite facing dozens of times his own number of enemies. Such boldness was enough to make even tribes like theirs, who had fought on the Skyvault Grasslands for years, admire him from the bottom of their hearts.
"Split!"
The silver-haired young man's formidable strength instead aroused the burly man Kua Sen's fighting spirit. Kua Sen immediately adjusted their formation. Their ranks had been orderly, but by gathering together, they had instead given their opponent an opening. The moment they exchanged blows, Kua Sen saw that Lu Xiaotian's several rounds of Fire-Thunder Heavy Arrows had merely been intended to disrupt their formation. His strength was indeed formidable, but his skill with arrows could not be considered outstanding.
In truth, the Kua Tribe warriors had begun adjusting the moment they saw Kua Sen's signal. These elite Kua Tribe warriors possessed astonishing tactical discipline, clearly having forged excellent rapport through years of coordinated combat.
"The Middle-Stage Foundation Establishment warriors, remember to dodge. The other side has a strange attack specifically aimed at Middle-Stage Foundation Establishment cultivators and other relatively weaker cultivators. Anyone struck by it will lose the ability to resist for a certain period. Our Wu Clan