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Tuoba Hai's face flushed red, his features filled with humiliation. As he looked at Lu Xiaotian, his expression was both resentful and fearful. Even among his clansmen, there was no one in the younger generation who could capture him alive in such a short time. Yet this outsider had managed it—and had defeated him in close combat, the very field in which the Tuoba Clan took the greatest pride.
"You're impressive. But now, release our man." Tuoba Hong, who had just arrived to reinforce them, withdrew the stone spear that Lu Xiaotian had sent flying with a single slash. He spoke to Lu Xiaotian in a language that was still extremely awkward to pronounce.
"Your people attacked me first, and now you've surrounded me. Don't you think you're showing a complete lack of sincerity?" Lu Xiaotian's hand remained pressed against Tuoba Hai without loosening its grip. The Earthsplitter Saber, likewise knocked back by the stone spear, automatically curled back without Lu Xiaotian reaching for it and hovered at Tuoba Hai's neck, sharp blade-light swallowing and spitting along its edge. Only then did Lu Xiaotian withdraw his hand, controlling the Earthsplitter Saber with his secondary Primordial Spirit. Tuoba Hai was already restrained, and no matter how fast he was, he could not outrun the blade-light surging from the saber. With a single thought from Lu Xiaotian, the blade-light could easily slice off his head.
Lu Xiaotian swept his gaze over the dozen or so strange people present. Aside from Huo Ying and Yu Dongbao, who had been captured and thrown into the prisoner cart, two of the strange men were holding up two wide-eyed heads on their spears. One of them was Wu Xiao'ai, who had traveled alongside him