Inside a newly excavated cavern on Yunshan Mountain.
A vast heap of jewelry, glass balls of all sizes, vibrantly colored rugs, all kinds of mysterious electronic gadgets whose purpose was impossible to guess, and stacks of beautiful picture books had piled up into a small hill.
Behind the hill, a giant about two and a half meters tall and powerfully built was pinning a young human woman beneath him, his lower body thrusting relentlessly.
The crisp crack of bones breaking rang out again and again, while blood slowly spread across the ground.
The woman had let out faint, pained moans at first, but before long, she fell completely silent.
A few minutes later, two burly barbarians swiftly carried away the corpse, its flesh and blood a mangled mess, its limbs twisted out of shape.
"Humans who deserve to go to hell!" the giant cursed irritably.
After venting his lust, his bloodied member drooped limply. He did not wash it, merely wrapped a hide around his waist and sat down on a large bed.
The bed let out a strained groan, as if it might fall apart at any moment.
He had the bloodline of a Flame Giant. Compared with ordinary barbarians, he was far taller and more powerfully built, and his strength far surpassed theirs. He was even the strongest among all the Barbarian Kings throughout history.
For over twenty years, not a single warrior from any tribe had dared challenge him at the annual gathering of the tribes on God's Birthday.
Though the barbarians' lands could just barely be called a kingdom, in truth they were an alliance of loosely connected tribes. Their low level of productivity and limited natural resources could not support a dense population. Many tribes were dozens, even hundreds, of kilometers apart. Their only ties