Leading the group was a hulking man.
He looked to be in his forties and stood a full two meters tall, broad-shouldered and thick around the waist, with arms so massive a horse could run along them. He wore a Crimson Flame Tiger pelt and a horned dragon skull on his head. His copper-red skin gleamed like metal in the sunlight.
Behind him followed a band of brawny Barbarian warriors. Every one of them was at the Pre-Heaven Realm, their auras fierce as lions.
Fang Mo barely spared the others a glance. His eyes stayed fixed on the hulking man at their head.
"Heavenly Human Realm!"
He sensed it with absolute clarity. This man had reached the Heavenly Human Realm—True Essence stirred within his body, and his steady steps moved in harmony with heaven and earth. No Pre-Heaven Realm expert could achieve that.
The group reached the altar, and eyes like a tiger's or leopard's met Fang Mo's.
The man slammed the heavy spear in his hand into the ground. The earth rumbled, and the Barbarians all fell silent.
A hush settled over the scene.
Fang Mo stood inside the Great Array, watching the other man without moving. The pressure of the Blood Qi Great Array bore down on him, but his back remained straight, not so much as bending.
"Are you the one who's been slaughtering my people all along?"
The Barbarian Heavenly Human Realm expert spoke. His voice rang out, deep and resonant as a Bronze Bell.
Fang Mo was a little surprised. This Barbarian could speak the language of the Tianli Sect. Things were getting more and more interesting. Folding his arms, he said, "A Barbarian who's broken through to the Heavenly Human Realm. I'm starting to take an interest in you."
The Barbarian expert boomed, "You're