The two sides of Xiong State's slaves

For people living in a peaceful society, the idea of killing someone so readily is extremely difficult to understand.

But there are no rule-makers for peace in this world.

Weakness is the original sin; the strong can bully the weak, and no one will listen to reason.

Zhang Xuezhou is considered a nice guy in the real world, but he doesn't have many scruples when acting in this world.

From the moment he left Zhang Household Village village, all the rules and constraints of real society faded away from him.

He adapted to the world, and to all its rules.

If they weren't so weak, it wouldn't be surprising if the experts of the Great Han Dynasty found such tribes and carried out a large-scale massacre.

Correspondingly, this also involved Xiong State within the territory of the Great Han Dynasty.

Zhang Xuezhou rarely saw the Xiong State plundering within the territory of the Great Han, but the wealth of these tribes did not come out of thin air.

Perhaps it was because he made too much noise in Xie Hun Dayan's tent, or perhaps the situation of Nanshan Baizhang and others who had been suppressed earlier was discovered, but as soon as Zhang Xuezhou opened Xie Hun Dayan's tent, he saw more than a dozen strong men outside.

He had just pulled his head back when several arrows struck the thick cloth curtain, and then someone rushed in with an axe.

"Hey!"

Zhang Xuezhou had no choice but to exhale and speak, and the simplest way to subdue the enemy—deterrence and suppression—was immediately implemented.

A fierce battle broke out in a short period of time.

"That sorcerer knows magic; don't get too close. Shoot him dead as soon as he comes out!"

"Mount up!"

"Light it! Dip the arrow in oil, light it, and shoot!"

"The clan leader must have met with some misfortune!"

"Shoot!"

After suppressing several burly men who rushed into the tent, there was no chaos outside. Instead, a highly trained organization attempted to deal with the strongmen attacking the tribe using long-range shooting and burning tactics.

Unless one possesses extraordinary strength, it is difficult for any cultivator to ignore a coordinated attack from a group.

Even the most skilled Technique Method can be killed by long-range Technique Method if they are not careful.

Those skilled in martial arts are rarely seen even when they can defeat a hundred men, let alone a thousand.

Zhang Xuezhou was clearly no exception; his combat prowess was not particularly remarkable.

After repeatedly intimidating and suppressing the tribal warriors who rushed into the tent, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but feel a bit mentally exhausted.

His mental strength was outstanding, but he was not a machine that could continuously output mental energy, especially since he had just fought a battle with Xie Hun Dayan and was quite exhausted. Before that, he had flown for more than a day.

Zhang Xuezhou grabbed the bone-carving knife from Xie Hun Dayan and swung it repeatedly at the coarse cloth behind the tent.

A few sparks touched the tent, instantly filling the thick, coarse cloth tent with firelight.

"He's running away!"

"Kill him!"

"Commander Dongshan, you lead ten men to the left, and I'll lead ten men to the right to flank them!"

Zhang Xuezhou's figure was reflected in the firelight. He had just finished giving orders to give chase when his figure flashed in the brief firelight and disappeared without a trace, leaving only the hunting dogs barking at the sky for a while.

"They're insane! Those Xiong State slaves are practically madmen when they fight!"

Without firsthand experience, Zhang Xuezhou believed that war was simply face-to-face combat.

But it was only after facing the combined attack of these Xiong State that Zhang Xuezhou realized the headache that Cheng Bushi and the others were facing.

These tribal people don't care about the lives of their chief and members; their first thought is to kill the invaders or those they must kill during the invasion.

When Li Jiao was wanted by the authorities, the wooden dummy that took his place on the battlefield was hit by hundreds of arrows in a short period of combat.

These people were well-coordinated and unafraid of the power of high-level cultivators, while the nomadic tribes' general skill in riding and archery gave them the advantage of being able to move like the wind.

If this is compounded by the willingness to kill the legion's leader regardless of personal safety, it could very easily lead to the collapse of the opposing team's formation.

Given all these factors, defeating the Xiong State's army is an extremely difficult task.

This is exactly the feeling Zhang Xuezhou experienced that night.

His body soared through the air, then floated upwards.

Once he found a sheltered spot away from the wind, he quickly devoured the half-eaten mutton he had brought, trying to replenish his energy as soon as possible so he could get away from this place.

"Traveling alone is ultimately too dangerous. If I had someone with me, I wouldn't be in such a hurry. Come to think of it, I should use my Heavenly Robe disguise and layer on Fake Technique technique to safely traverse this vast area!"

The Great Han Dynasty's territory stretched across a vast, winding landscape. Sometimes, simply flying across a mountain would save a day's journey by carriage. In contrast, the Xiong State's territory consisted of endless plains where horses could roam freely, so flying wouldn't save much distance.

Zhang Xuezhou personally rode his horse across the Xiong State, and knew very well the length of this territory stretching from east to west.

He ate continuously, and by the time he finished gnawing on the beef leg, his stomach was already half full.

This prompted him to touch the Heavenly Robe, and the shape-shifting robe instantly transformed into the red robe of a mage from the Yedie River Holy Land.

Zhang Xuezhou tied his hair into a topknot and then touched his face.

He currently lacks makeup tools to change his appearance, but controlling his facial muscles to change his appearance is not difficult. However, this kind of muscle change is not a matter of smiling or laughing. Whatever appearance he makes will remain the same. Once he laughs or makes other expressions, the appearance will disappear and revert to its original state.

Zhang Xuezhou finalized his makeup, touched his belly, and then went down the mountain again.

"You barbarians of the Xiashi Mountain, you shall not act so presumptuously in my Sacred Land, in the tribes of slaves!"

When they were still more than a hundred meters away from the Xiehun tribe, Zhang Xuezhou shouted loudly, and his extremely standard and fluent Sacred Land Language drifted far away with the help of the Demonic Sound Technique.

The arrest of outsiders caused the noisy and bustling Xiehun tribe to fall silent instantly. The sounds of people prostrating themselves and kneeling could be heard, and several people frantically spurred their horses toward the direction of the sound.

Upon seeing the red-robed figure emerging from the darkness, the group quickly dismounted and knelt to greet him.

"Xiehunqu of the Xiehun Tribe greets the esteemed Mage!"

The burly man at the head of the group knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.

In the Xiong State, the Yedie River Holy Land is the source of Technique Method for many upper-class individuals and truly holds the power of life and death over the Xiong State.

Any mage from the Yedie River Holy Land who arrives in the tribe is no different from an imperial envoy.

No one knows exactly how many mages the Yedie River Holy Land has, but many people recognize the red robes Yedie River Holy Land.

Apart from the mages of the Yedie River Holy Land, no one else is allowed to wear such a precious robe that symbolizes power.

The rule in many tribes is to recognize the robe, not the person; no matter which shaman comes, they will be treated with the utmost respect.

No sooner had Zhang Xuezhou appeared than these Xiong State people knelt down to greet him, even though the fire in the tribe had not yet been extinguished, and the pursuit of the tribe's thugs had been quickly halted due to its failure.

"You evil scoundrel, have you seen the wicked bastard who ruined the blood essence of my Sacred Land?"

Zhang Xuezhou shouted loudly.

His voice was enhanced by Demonic Sound Technique, creating a vast and powerful effect, with the sound waves rippling and traveling far away.

This caused many of the slaves to tremble, even Xie Hunqu, who was kneeling at the front, to shake, leaving only a few hunting dogs barking incessantly.