The blazing sun scorched down, bathing the surroundings in a searing red glow. Yang Huai opened his eyes and looked around, only to find himself atop a high platform, dressed in luxurious robes. Though his features bore a rugged cast, they remained exceptionally well-proportioned, and his bearing was magnificent!
Figures with astonishingly vigorous blood qi stood guard all around him. Several meters tall, they were like Gods and Devils forming a protective ring. Whenever their gazes fell upon him, they carried respect and fear.
Several beautiful maidservants also attended him. One fanned him with a palm-leaf fan, another held a platter of fruit, while two more kneaded his shoulders and legs. Their figures were graceful and alluring. Though their clothing was somewhat primitive, they wore very little, displaying their exquisite bodies before him without reservation. Yet the powerful guards surrounding them, their Killing Intent thick and heavy, did not dare steal so much as a single glance.
Although the auras each of them radiated were exceptionally terrifying.
They were the tribe's finest warriors.
But the man before them possessed an even more extraordinary status. He was the tribe's young lord, the eldest grandson most favored by the Great Demon God, and the designated next heir of the Five Luminaries Tribe.
Meanwhile, in the open space at the center, two tribal warriors were fiercely battling with bone weapons in hand.
Golden light emerged around both of them. As they fought, they resembled two little golden men with bronze skin and iron bones crashing together. Every leap and cleaving strike was incomparably savage, dense astral fiendish energy swirling around them with the faint power to split rivers and carve paths. Yet they controlled this astonishing strength with meticulous precision, merely probing one another with their weapons and occasionally unleashing peculiar secret arts.