"Chief, why waste any more breath on these people? Seize them all!"
"That's right! They disrupted our Moon-Praying Festival rites. They must have angered the gods already, and our tribe will suffer for it."
"Now our only choice is to seize them all and sacrifice them to the gods!"
Everyone around them clamored and pressed closer, each gripping the curved saber at their waist.
"Angered the gods? Aren't you afraid the gods will condemn you for practicing dark arts?"
Yang Qing looked at them, then at Hardway. "Worshipping gods with blood sacrifices can only summon evil spirits, yet you have always taken pride in it."
"I wonder whether you actually understand how dangerous this is."
Dark arts could only summon evil spirits?
At Yang Qing's words, a flicker passed through Hardway's eyes.
The people around him looked even more evasive.
This further confirmed Yang Qing's suspicions.
"It seems I've hit the mark?"
"How dare you keep spouting nonsense! Our Hard Tribe is blessed by the supreme god!"
Seeing that Hardway and the others still had not acted, a man standing beside him suddenly shouted, raised his saber, and slashed at Yang Qing.
Yang Qing stood extremely close to Hardway. As the man charged with his saber raised, its tip was about to strike Yang Qing's head when Jiang Zhizhou moved like lightning.
His figure shifted, and one hand clamped around the man's wrist.
With a crack, he snapped the man's hand back by sheer force.
The hand dangled at a grotesque angle.
The man let out a howl and tried to charge at Yang Qing again, only for Jiang Zhizhou to kick him in the chest.
His entire body left the ground and flew backward before crashing to the earth.
For a long while, he did not move.
Seeing Jiang