"So he was a descendant of the Haibei Tribe."
Xing Yun murmured softly. She grew increasingly curious about this young man who killed like a madman and had left his brand on her mind, and could not help thinking more about him.
Watching Mu Bai leave like this, Wu Meng felt genuinely happy for him. Tears of excitement streamed down her face, but they were tears of reluctance to part as well. She knew that even if Mu Bai escaped the Eastern Nether Great Tribe's frenzied revenge after leaving, there was no telling what year or month it would be before she saw him again. She could not help pressing the Spirit-Gathering Pearl tightly against her chest.
And so, the Eastern Nether Great Tribe was destined to decline. All the young talents of a tribe had been slaughtered by Mu Bai in a single stroke. It was no different from cutting off the Eastern Nether Great Tribe's root of descendants.
Mu Bai sped away atop the Divine Crow, flying no slower than a middle third level cultivator at full speed. But with the Eastern Nether Great Tribe's pursuit in mind, after flying for several days, he changed course and headed north.
Just as he changed direction, Du Xiang held the bodies of Wu Daoyi and Du Tian, weeping and roaring. Terrifying tears of blood flowed from his clouded eyes, and his heart bled all the more. He hated it. He hated that he had not spared no effort back then to catch and kill every last remnant of the Haibei Tribe in one net. He hated that he had brought all the tribe's young talents here at once, only to end up with not a single one left.
"Clan Patriarch, Du Zhong is still alive!"
While gathering the bodies of