But this scene left the young man across from him completely stunned.
BOOM!!!
When Han Yuan landed, the entire mountain peak seemed to tremble as he stomped a huge crater into the ground.
The young man’s expression changed in alarm, and he turned to flee.
But the next moment...
A large hand snatched him up as if he were a chick.
"Kid... where do you think you’re running?"
Han Yuan asked with a smile.
"You... Great Spirit People... should all die."
Even with a hand around his neck, the young man was defiant, even managing to speak in the common tongue.
Han Yuan said flatly, "Shut your mouth."
The young man saw Han Yuan’s profound gaze and was terrified, momentarily scared speechless.
Meanwhile, Ding Zihu was using his Object Control Technique, carefully flying over while gripping his Eight Trigrams Mirror with both hands.
THUD~
As soon as Ding Zihu landed, he ran over fuming. "Kid, I didn’t do anything to you! Why’d you try to kill me?"
"You Great Spirit People... killed so many of my tribesmen."
"I want to avenge my people!"
The young man’s eyes blazed with fury.
"Go after the ones who wronged you. What does it have to do with me?"
Ding Zihu said, exasperated.
"Because all the Great Spirit People entering the Taicang Mountain Range now... are coveting our tribe’s Holy Artifact."
"You must be no exception."
The young man growled.
"Holy Artifact?"
"What Holy Artifact?"
Han Yuan released the young man and asked coolly.
"You’re not... bad guys who came to steal our tribe’s Holy Artifact?"
The young man rubbed his neck, asking with a mixture of shock and suspicion.
"I came to the Taicang Mountain Range to find someone."
"I have no interest in your tribe’s so-called Holy Artifact."
Han Yuan said flatly.
The young man still didn’t quite believe Han Yuan and Ding Zihu.
But he didn’t dare run.
Recalling how Han Yuan had just leaped over a hundred meters, he knew he couldn’t possibly escape from this man.
For a moment, they were at a stalemate.
"Kid, what’s your name?"
In the end, it was Ding Zihu who broke the silence.
"My name is Liao Feng."
The young man said coldly.
"How about this... you go back now and get your people."
"We’ll wait for you here."
"If you can’t tell whether we’re good or bad, let your people decide."
Ding Zihu offered a suggestion.
"You’re really letting me go?"
Liao Feng couldn’t believe his ears.
"Of course... We’re not bad guys, after all."
"Besides, this Daoist is very magnanimous. I’ll overlook the arrow you shot just now."
Ding Zihu said with a chuckle.
Hearing this, Liao Feng carefully backed away a few steps. Seeing that Han Yuan and Ding Zihu were ignoring him, he retreated another dozen meters.
Once he reached a distance he considered safe, he turned and ran, disappearing into the mountain forest in the blink of an eye.
"Han Yuan, do you think the kid will come back?"
"Maybe we should just go after him."
Ding Zihu said, scratching his head.
"No need. If their tribe is really in trouble, they’ll definitely come."
"Even if he just brings people back to fight, it won’t be too late for us to find their tribe afterward."
"The monk may run, but can the temple run, too?"
Han Yuan said softly.
"True... Let’s wait and see then."
Ding Zihu guessed Han Yuan’s intentions.
They didn’t have to wait long before Liao Feng returned with dozens of muscular tribesmen, their faces painted with mysterious, colorful patterns.
The mysterious pattern resembled a ferocious bird’s head, perhaps their tribe’s totem.
These large men held Bone Spears, their qi and blood powerful. One look told you they weren’t to be trifled with.
"You’re the two Great Spirit People who wanted to see us?"
A hulking man, over two meters tall, stepped forward.
He had to be the tribe’s chief. His features were very similar to Liao Feng’s, only more mature and rugged. He looked at Han Yuan and Ding Zihu with a fierce glint in his eyes.
"I’m the one who wants to talk."
Han Yuan said with a smile.
"Our Wuhuo Tribe has nothing to discuss with you Great Spirit People!"
A large man holding a Bone Spear said coldly.
"Is that so?"
Han Yuan’s figure flashed, and he appeared before the large man. With a wave of his right hand, he chopped out with a Hand Blade!
WHOOSH!
His Hand Blade was incredibly fierce, tearing through the air with an explosive sound.
But this warrior was no simpleton. The moment Han Yuan moved, he swung the Bone Spear in his hand in a sweeping arc!
BANG!
The Bone Spear was sliced in two by the Hand Blade.
The large man let out a pained cry and instantly lost consciousness.
Seeing Han Yuan attack, the warriors of the Wuhuo Tribe no longer held back. With a great shout, they furiously thrust their spears at Han Yuan.
SWISH SWISH SWISH~~~
These people seemed to possess some kind of mysterious power.
When they unleashed their strength, their bodies surged with cyan qi and blood, increasing their explosive force and speed.
The spear thrusts were a dense, windy blur.
"Interesting."
Han Yuan let out a low roar as his body erupted with a terrifyingly violent aura. Great Demon Gang Essence coiled around him, making him look like a Great Demon descending upon the world.
"A Gang Essence Martial Artist?!"
Liao Feng’s father didn’t rush to attack.
He held his Bone Spear, his expression changing in shock as he felt Han Yuan’s aura.
After all, in the entire Taicang Mountain Range, there were no more than three people who could face a Gang Essence Martial Artist.
BANG BANG BANG~~~
A series of explosive sounds rang out.
Han Yuan swung his fists, continuously smashing the Bone Spears thrusting toward him.
The warriors of the Wuhuo Tribe cried out miserably one after another, sent flying backward.
A moment later, all of them were on the ground, wailing in agony.
Liao Feng stood beside his father, dumbstruck by the sight.
He had never imagined this man could be so terrifying.
"Enough... I am the chief of the Wuhuo Tribe, Liao Tu. Your Excellency, what is it you wish to discuss with us..."
Liao Feng’s father gripped his Bone Spear so tightly that veins bulged on his right hand.
It was clear that he, too, was extremely nervous.
He knew that he probably wouldn’t last more than a few exchanges against this Great Spirit Person.
This Great Spirit Person was simply too terrifying.
However, he also noticed that Han Yuan hadn’t used lethal force.
He had only injured his tribesmen.
This meant there was still some room for negotiation.
"It’s simple... I’d like to trouble you to help me find someone."
Han Yuan patted the dust off his clothes and said with a smile.
He knew that because these tribes lived in extremely harsh environments, they revered strength above all else.
Therefore, to have a proper discussion, he had to flex his muscles a bit.
Only then would the Wuhuo Tribe be willing to talk with him properly.
"Find someone?"
"Your Excellency didn’t come for the Holy Artifact of the Wuhuo Race?"
Liao Tu voiced the same doubt as Liao Feng.
"No... I have no interest in your so-called Holy Artifact..."
"Besides, if we had any ill intentions... with my strength, I could have just slaughtered my way into your tribe. I wouldn’t have needed to go to all this trouble."
Han Yuan’s words were blunt.
But it was precisely this bluntness that convinced Liao Tu that he hadn’t come for their tribe’s Holy Artifact.
Because Liao Tu knew that the man truly possessed such strength.
"I am willing to believe you, Your Excellency..."
"If Your Excellency is also willing to trust me... might I invite you to the Wuhuo Tribe to discuss this in detail?"
Liao Tu said in a deep voice.
His decision was quite bold.
Doing so was very likely inviting a wolf into his house.
But given the tribe’s current situation, Liao Tu had no other choice.
"Of course."
Han Yuan agreed immediately, completely unafraid of any tricks they might pull.
By this time, the men of the Wuhuo Tribe had recovered some of their Qi Power, getting to their feet while grimacing in pain.
Their gazes toward Han Yuan held no anger or hatred, only awe and fear.
Primitive Tribes revere strength.
The weak have no right to be angry in the presence of the strong.
This was the law of the jungle.
"This way, you two."
Liao Tu led the way.
Han Yuan and Ding Zihu followed behind.
After walking for a couple of miles along the mountain path, a tribal settlement appeared before them.
Wooden huts, built from logs, were arranged in an orderly fashion.
It was clear that some planning had gone into it.
And in the depths of the tribe, a circular altar had been built.
The circular altar was surrounded by many stone pillars.
The surfaces of these pillars were mottled with bloodstains, and the skulls of many ferocious beasts rested on top of them.
Bears, tigers, wolves, wild boars...
Ding Zihu seemed very interested in these, looking them over constantly.
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