The Terror of the Upper Realm, Primal Chaos Martial Saint's Shock—yet Primal Chaos Martial Saint did not dare to flare up.
Because right now, others held the knife while he was the fish on the chopping block.
If he angered these few ants, they might just slaughter him outright.
Then he would truly become the most aggrieved and laughable ascender in history.
So, he chose to keep playing dead.
He would take things one step at a time.
The three men carried Primal Chaos Martial Saint on their shoulders.
The wind seemed to sprout beneath their feet.
They sprinted all the way, covering who knew how many miles.
The farther outward they went, the more Southern Wasteland tribes they found destroyed along the way.
Scorched earth filled their sight, corpses littered the ground.
Carrion birds and wild beasts were everywhere.
The sight left all three trembling with fear.
This Chu Kingdom truly meant to wipe out the nation and exterminate its people.
Just then, cold glints flashed from the forest ahead!
Without any warning whatsoever.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!!
More than a dozen arrows, glimmering with rune-light and carrying terrifying killing power, tore through the air as they shot toward the three men.
Their expressions changed.
They immediately unleashed their Qi and Blood power, exploding with terrifying speed as they dodged again and again.
At last, they avoided the dozen or so hidden arrows.
From within the mountain forest, dozens of Chu Kingdom elites in standard-issue black armor charged out from the woods. They swiftly formed a Battle Formation and surrounded the three men on all sides.
Leading them was a middle-aged man in a Chu Kingdom commandant's armor, a long saber in hand.
The aura of Qi and Blood Great Perfection around him was completely undisguised.
He stared coldly at