Jiao'er Daoist

E Shun looked at Zhang Kui, who was pointing his blade at them as if begging for abuse, then looked at Di Xin on the war chariot, his face dark as water.

"South Earl!"

Behind E Shun stood a brawny man, his skin bronze, his hair loose over his shoulders. He carried a wild, untamed air about him and held a Wolf-Tooth Mace in his hand.

At that moment, the big man murmured a few words to E Shun.

After E Shun heard him out, he nodded, then glanced toward Xiqi's side and fell silent.

"Martial Uncle, that person doesn't seem to be from the Central Plains," Yang Jian said in a low voice.

Jiang Ziya frowned for a moment, then said quietly, "He should be from a Barbarian Tribe in the south. I didn't expect E Shun to have actually colluded with them."

The Barbarian Tribe was descended from the Jiuli tribes of the Ancient Era.

Back then, after their leader Chiyou failed in his struggle for kingship, the Jiuli tribes were unwilling to submit to the Yan Huang tribes, so they chose to head south all the way into the perilous, endless mountains of the south.

Later, when order was established under the Five Emperors across the Nine Provinces of the Central Plains, under the teaching and transformation of sages and worthies, that fierceness and wildness of the people of the Central Plains gradually faded, while systems and civilization made great strides forward.

Only those remote tribes still maintained the ways of the Ancient Era and preserved their wild nature.

Regardless of men or women, old or young, they were all brave and ferocious, their combat strength far greater than that of the people of the Central Plains.

They were also thinking at every moment of conquering the