Andrew had no goodwill toward the powers on the grasslands. The Keli Tribe was the only exception.
Even within the Keli Tribe, there were many whom Andrew disliked. In those years, if it weren't for his strength and the elder's special care, his family's life wouldn't have been so smooth.
Barbarians are inherently cold-blooded, brutal, and lack reason, which often leads them to live by instinct. They are highly skilled in combat but completely ignorant of production, so they often rely on raiding humans for survival.
From this perspective, the Keli Tribe was a complete anomaly on the grasslands. With a high elder in charge, the Keli Tribe not only learned from human production experiences but also actively engaged in trade and exchange with humans, gradually growing stronger. In the high elder, you would hardly see any barbarian characteristics.
"Elder, leave this matter to me," Andrew said calmly, his tone firm.
Baru shook his head. " Andrew, no, you may be powerful now, but you are still human. This is an internal matter of our grasslands. If you interfere, all the strong on the grasslands will become your enemies..."
The Grand Elder nodded and said, "Indeed, the various tribes of the grasslands have always fought each other, but when faced with humans, they always unite. Although the Yulan Empire has now unified the continent, they have no power on the grasslands, precisely because of this. You are now Saint-level, and there are many Saint-level living in seclusion on the grasslands. They will not stand by and watch you interfere in the affairs of the grasslands."
Andrew became interested. A reclusive Saint-level on the grasslands—this was a formidable opponent. After fusing with the Azure Dragon Bloodline, his strength had greatly increased; his physical body alone was enough to overpower Tyrant Wyrm. Having been without activity for several years, Andrew had long wanted to have a major battle.
"Elder, do you think there are any Deity-level experts on the grasslands?"
The Grand Elder was taken aback, then smiled wryly, "If Deity-level expert truly emerged from the grasslands, everyone would have been unified long ago, and perhaps the entire Yulan Continent would have been conquered."
Andrew understood. The barbarians of the grasslands were always fierce and brutal, fond of conquest and plunder. If there were truly a powerful figure who could overpower the High Priest, they would never have cowered on the grasslands.
"No problem then, leave it to me!" Andrew said confidently.
The Grand Elder wanted to persuade him further, but Andrew said, "Grand Elder, this isn't just for you. My Lance Duchy is right on the edge of the grasslands. Once the Muhan Tribe grows stronger, they will definitely send troops to plunder my duchy. You know their ways; I'll have to face this trouble sooner or later."
The steppe cavalry were bloodthirsty, leaving almost nothing but desolation in their wake.
"But they are very strong," Baru, very worried.
Andrew smiled slightly, "They are strong, but I am stronger than them!"
A few days later, Andrew secretly returned to the Keli Tribe with the elders. Following the elders' directions, Andrew headed towards the Muhan Tribe.
After flying over a thousand miles, Andrew found a large tribe. The area where the tribe was located was a sea of white tents stretching as far as the eye could see.
Not far from the settlement was a military camp, and next to the camp was a horse ranch. The steppe cavalry was famous throughout the world, and these should be the cavalry force of the Muhan Tribe.
"No wonder the Muhan Tribe so powerful; they actually have two Saint Warrior, one of whom is even at the Saint Realm Mid-Stage."
Andrew spread his Divine Power and quickly located the two most powerful figures in the Muhan Tribe. With his near -Deity-level soul, distinguishing between Saint-level experts was quite easy for him.
"Two Saint-level are not enough, far from enough." Andrew descended rapidly, like a shooting star, crashing into the tent where the Saint-level were located.
"Call out!"
"Buzz!"
The two barbarian Saint-level were extremely agile. As soon as Andrew landed, they attacked from the left and right, wielding their weapons. One used a giant scimitar, and the other used a giant axe; both were heavy weapons suitable for slashing.
Their movements were swift and their aura was imposing; even other Saint-level Magical Beast might not have been able to withstand them.
Andrew didn't make a move; he swayed and dodged the blades and axes, and when he reappeared, he was already seated in the main seat.
The Barbarian Saint-level wasn't brainless; it immediately stopped its attack and observed Andrew from a distance of a hundred meters.
"Are you human? What are you doing in the Muhan Tribe?" one of the older men asked as he stepped forward.
Andrew laughed loudly, "I heard you're planning to expand, and I'm here to stop you!"
The barbarians were furious. How dare this damned human interfere in matters on the grasslands!
"Human, you are provoking the entire grassland!" roared the first barbarian to speak.
Andrew said earnestly, "Yes, that's exactly what I mean. I hope you can convey my message."
"You're asking for death!" The younger barbarian couldn't take it anymore. He swung his scimitar, the heavy blade Vibration slightly and making a crisp sound. The barbarian was very fast, covering the hundred-meter distance in a few steps. His scimitar, carrying the force of wind and thunder, slashed down towards Andrew's head.
Andrew neither dodged nor evaded, but raised his fist and smashed it towards the scimitar.
"Bang!"
Andrew's fist collided with the scimitar, and amidst the disdainful gazes of the two barbarians, the frail fist snapped the scimitar in half and struck the barbarian in the chest.
With a "thud," the fist pierced through the chest, easily shattering the barbarian's heart, and he was instantly, beyond dead.
From the start of the fight to its end, it only took a few seconds for a powerful Saint Warrior to fall.
The old barbarian gasped, his eyes filled with horror.
"Who are you? Do you know who you just killed?"
Andrew flicked his arm, and a fiery red afterimage appeared on his fist, instantly cleaning up the bloodstains.
"I don't need to know the names of those who are destined to die. As for me, you can call me Duke of Lance."
" Duke of Lance? The strongest human under the High Priest?"
Even though they lived on the grasslands, the barbarians had heard of Andrew's great reputation.
"Do you barbarians also have moments of fear?" Andrew asked jokingly.
The barbarian, having learned of Andrew's identity and witnessed his strength, realized he was no match for him and his tone softened.
"Your Grace, my Muhan Tribe has never offended you. Why have you killed our warriors?"
Andrew said, "Just because it's not happening now doesn't mean it won't happen in the future. The Muhan Tribe is currently expanding aggressively, and not far to the west lies my Lance Duchy. Given your barbarian nature, you'll send troops to harass my duchy sooner or later. Rather than dealing with it later, I prefer to nip the danger in the bud."
The barbarian felt a surge of shame and anger; the fabricated accusation made him feel deeply insulted.
"The grasslands have their own rules. You may be strong, but you can't defeat the power of the grasslands!"
Andrew was somewhat expectant.
"Then let me see what you're capable of: defeat or kill me!"
The barbarian said resentfully, "How arrogant Duke of Lance! Very well, three days from now, by Moon Lake!" After saying that, he ignored the rest of the Muhan Tribe and flew away. He knew that Andrew would not harm those ordinary people.
" Moon Lake?" Andrew thought for a moment, then headed northwest. On the map, there was a huge lake, spanning thousands of miles, which the barbarians called Moon Lake.
Moon Lake is very wide, surrounded by endless grasslands. This is a sacred place for barbarians, with no tribes nearby, making it perfect for duels. On the south bank, a river several tens of meters wide extends from Moon Lake, winding and turning like a tail.
"I'll wait three days. I want to see just how many powerful warriors there are on the grasslands. The barbarians' strength is no less than that of magical beasts. This time, we can unleash our full power and have a great battle!"
For three days, Andrew sat alone by Moon Lake, admiring the tranquil and beautiful scenery. Every night, the moon was reflected in the lake, and the reflection in the lake and the bright moon echoed each other, creating a breathtaking scene.
On the morning of the fourth day, Andrew lay on the grass and felt the earth Vibration.
"So many steppe cavalry have come!"
Through the Vibration, Andrew deduced that approximately 100,000 cavalrymen were approaching from a hundred miles away. Andrew sneered. Did they really think that a mere 100,000 cavalrymen could threaten him?
When they were about ten miles from Andrew, the cavalry stopped. In the air, fifteen figures flew swiftly towards them.
"Fifteen Saint-level experts, the power of the grasslands is indeed considerable."
Andrew was delighted; the number of Prairie Saint-level exceeded his expectations.
Ten miles is a very short distance for the Saint-level. In less than a minute, the two sides met on Moon Lake. The leader of the barbarian group was a burly man who was over two meters tall. He was wearing animal skin on his upper body and shorts on his lower body. His bulging muscles were like refined iron, which was very impactful.
Andrew, with his hands behind his back, slowly flew to the burly man. The burly man looked at him with great seriousness in his eyes.
"So you are Duke of Lance of the Yulan Empire?" the burly man asked in a loud voice.
Andrew nodded. "What's your name?"
"Barbarian Doge! These are..." Doge was very familiar with human etiquette and wanted to introduce the Saint-level behind him to Andrew.
Andrew interrupted, "No need for introductions. They're all going to die today; introducing them is a waste of time."
In short, Andrew provoked the barbarians, and some of the most hot-tempered ones went Berserk Transformation!