"Sorry, everyone. That was discourteous of me."
After speaking another sentence in the barbarian tongue, Yang Yuanhong ignored the shock on the three men's faces and took a single step, flying straight toward Amingu.
"Flying on the wind! He can fly on the wind!"
"He's an expert above the Blood Pattern Realm!"
Seeing Yang Yuanhong's floating figure and recalling how they had verbally offended him moments ago, the three barbarian cultivators were filled with both fear and regret.
A master like this could kill them as easily as turning over his palm.
Just as the divine envoy had previously struck and injured Amingu, in the rigidly hierarchical barbarian society, disasters brought about by careless words that cost people their lives were far from rare.
The three exchanged glances and saw the terror in one another's eyes. In their hearts, they began silently praying that this foreign cultivator would not be too harsh on them afterward.
In truth, however, they were merely frightening themselves. Yang Yuanhong had never intended to blame them.
"Good. I made it in time. He can be saved."
After examining Amingu's body, Yang Yuanhong muttered to himself.
Hearing this, the Tribal Leader could not help growing excited. He cautiously stepped closer, only to see Yang Yuanhong raise an arm and gather a soft green glow brimming with warmth in his palm.
Whoosh—
As the green light descended, the severe wound on Amingu's chest began healing rapidly before their very eyes.
The four people in the room watched helplessly as the bloody bones, skin, and flesh torn apart across his chest regrew and healed.
Even more astonishingly, the entire treatment took less than a quarter of an hour. Amingu's injuries were completely healed, without even a single scar remaining!
"This! What an exquisite healing art!"
"Unbelievable! Even his