In the end, Fang Mo didn't spare the Barbarians' Pre-Heaven Realm powerhouse. He pierced straight through the man's head, then carried Zhan Tiancheng away.
Fang Mo had shown mercy to the Barbarian women and children, and hadn't killed them all.
But after Fang Mo left, the warrior looked at the Barbarians with killing intent blazing in his eyes. He slowly got to his feet and stepped out of the cage. The aura of a Great Grandmaster burst from him. He reached out, and a blade flew into his hand.
He gave the blade a sharp shake, then lunged at the Barbarians.
The slaughter began.
That was the way of the world. You killed others, and others could kill you. As the saying went, those who killed would themselves be killed.
The Barbarians had captured warriors as blood food and used them to cultivate. Now that this warrior was free, of course he would kill them in revenge. Fang Mo hadn't wiped out the Barbarians himself, but he had saved the warrior, so he was involved all the same.
Meanwhile, a cavalry troop was galloping toward them in the distance: the defeated Barbarian warriors.
If hatred clouded this man's eyes and he was too slow to leave, he might well be surrounded. But that had nothing to do with Fang Mo anymore.
Fang Mo carried Zhan Tiancheng as he flew, and soon caught up with the group.
Seeing Tao Shang and Xia Fanbai again, Zhan Tiancheng felt a pang of emotion. It was like he had survived a disaster.
The group didn't stop; they continued on their way.
They encountered Barbarians again along the road, but Fang Mo didn't let anyone else fight. He took care of them himself, so they wouldn't lose time.
They traveled a thousand li like this,