"Barbarian Emperor, you've lost!"
Gu Lingxiao's voice rang out atop the Barbarian Tribe Sacred Mountain, carrying far into the distance.
Throughout the Holy Mountain, countless Barbarian Tribe soldiers were still making their last desperate stand against the slaughter of the Futu Army and Divine Firmament Army. His words filled them with utter terror, pushing their morale to the brink of collapse.
In the Barbarian Tribe soldiers' hearts, the Barbarian Emperor was like a deity.
He was the Barbarian God's spokesman, the symbol of invincibility.
If the Barbarian Emperor fell, how could they fight on?
Crash...
At that moment, atop the Holy Mountain, deep within the pile of rubble left by the collapsed structure...
A dim blue light blasted aside the rocks piled overhead, revealing the Barbarian Emperor kneeling on one knee, the Profound Ice Battle Axe in his hand.
The Barbarian Emperor's golden leather armor had long since shattered, and savage sword wounds covered his body.
One of those wounds stretched from his left shoulder to the back of his waist.
At its deepest point, the sword had even torn a gash in his heart, sending blood gushing like a spring.
Relying on the monstrous vitality of a Grandmaster, the Barbarian Emperor had forcibly sealed the wound and kept himself alive.
But although that strike had failed to kill him...
The terrifying Sword Qi had already surged into his body, wantonly battering and destroying his meridians and internal organs...
Huyan Nushan was now grievously wounded, no longer capable of matching Gu Lingxiao.
Disbelief still lingered on his face.
"Impossible! How could I lose to you? I am the mighty Barbarian Emperor!"
Gu Lingxiao remained cold-faced in midair, without the slightest hesitation.
"On your way!"
Swish!
Gu Lingxiao swept his broken blade, and a dazzling purple sword light flashed through the