Chapter 76

The curved light scythe blade gently drew a semicircle, the faint green light trail clearly imprinted in view.

Little fat Enoch stood frozen in place.

He now only feels how unreal reality is...

Clearly wanting to rush over and touch those corpses, but his legs felt like they were filled with lead and refused to obey.

The muscles on Enoch’s cheeks shivered uncontrollably, not out of fear, but excitement.

That kind of excitement that drives one to madness!

How many years has it been.

Since he was born, he was warned repeatedly, never to provoke the people of the Red Stone Clan.

The Red Stone Tribe has been a psychological shadow over the tribes on this grassland!

No one has ever resisted, but those who did were all brutally killed!

And the scene before him now, even in his dreams, he hadn’t witnessed.

The image of his strong and robust father’s body being pierced repeatedly by spears was vivid in his mind.

And now, those people were suffering the same retribution!

This is... simply...

"Ah!!"

Enoch shouted hoarsely towards Mu Fan’s direction.

At this moment, his tears freely flowed.

Hearing this cry, as if venting emotions, Mu Fan slightly tilted his head; Enoch’s short stature was insignificant by the riverside.

This was his first time feeling familiar humanity in this strange universe.

Hopefully, you won’t let me down.

Mu Fan withdrew his gaze, refocusing on Hawthorn, who was struggling to kneel.

At this moment, a drum seemed to be pounding repeatedly within Hawthorn’s brain.

His mouth gaped wide, unable to close.

Dead...

The entire Udan Spear Guard, all twenty of them, were dead.

One person had been blown apart by a spear directly.

The other nineteen stood neatly in front in similar postures.

He swore, even when facing a beast tide, he hadn’t felt this chilling sensation up his spine.

Just as he got up...

What exactly had happened!

Tap.

A faint sound resonated nearby.

Hawthorn’s eyes regained focus, struggling to lift his head.

The young man who had just claimed to be a passerby was looking down at him, with a gaze he was all too familiar with.

It was the gaze of a Hunter looking at their captured prey.

What terrified him most was that this gaze held no ridicule, no cruelty, and no joy from victory.

That gaze was indifferent as if looking at a stone by the roadside.

This kind of gaze is possessed only by top Hunters!

Which tribe does this warrior belong to!

Could the tribes across the mountains have invaded this vast grassland?

"They..."

Hawthorn’s hoarse voice just emerged from his throat but was immediately cut off coldly.

"All dead." Mu Fan leaned down, his cold face infinitely magnified in Hawthorn’s eyes.

Clearly possessing the strength to fight, Hawthorn now completely lost the courage to battle it out.

[Am I really this cowardly?]

"I am... Red Stone..."

"I don’t care who you are."

Mu Fan interrupted Hawthorn’s muttering again.

His left hand directly clasped the top of Hawthorn’s head, fingers clenched fiercely, lifting him!

Hawthorn’s braids were instantly pulled taut, his heavy body slowly lifting off the ground.

"—Ah!"

Intense pain came from his scalp.

Perhaps this pain awakened the ferocity within his bones.

Without thinking, Hawthorn’s wrist snapped; a bone blade less than 20 centimeters long flew from his wrist to his palm, stabbing forcefully.

Yet...

There was no familiar feeling of hard contact.

No feedback of the bone blade entering the body.

The bone blade seemed to sink into a quagmire out of thin air.

This is...

Hawthorn, blood vessels engorged in his eyes, looked down abruptly.

A semi-transparent film emitting a faint blue glow appeared in front of the bone blade.

It was this film that blocked the bone blade’s stab.

And while he was contemplating, that hand directly lifted his hunched body upright.

Eyes met.

Mu Fan’s gaze was as cold as iron.

"You—"

A sudden great force came from his scalp, his vision whirled abruptly.

Mu Fan, reversing, grabbed his braids, swung and slammed.

Boom!

Hawthorn’s body fell into the soil anew.

At this moment, he felt as if every bone in his body was about to disintegrate.

Clearly just a simple swing throw, yet the force directly penetrated his frame, transferring to every muscle.

All his built-up strength dissipated with this throw.

Buzz!

A streak of ethereal green light slashed through the air, appearing before him.

Hawthorn’s pupils constricted to needlepoints; he saw in horror as a strand of his bloody hair met the green light blade...

Without obstruction or pause...

It split in two, then gently fell onto his chin.

This simple image, letting fear swell infinitely in his heart, at this moment he even forgot about his half-torn scalp.

"You’re not from the White Armor Tribe... Why are you standing up for them!"

"Whatever they gave you, I can double it!"

"The Red Stone Tribe is the eagle of the sky...the overlords of this grassland, what can’t we give you!"

Like a trapped beast, Hawthorn growled, desperately wriggling his body, yet never daring to let his throat touch the long green arc blade.

Mu Fan leaned down, watching Hawthorn silently, speaking flatly: "I want a person."

"A person?"

Hawthorn was startled, quickly struggling to say: "We have people! The Red Stone Tribe has the largest trade market, we have nearly ten thousand slaves, tell me who you fancy, I’ll deliver them to you!"

Yet, at this moment, Hawthorn’s heart was filled with venomous and humiliating fantasies of returning to the Red Stone Tribe with this person, wanting to use the sharpest bone knife to slowly slice the meat from this person’s body and feed it all to the fish in the river!

He wanted to watch this person die in agony!

Mu Fan calmly met his eyes, icily staring at Hawthorn’s violently fluctuating gaze.

"A girl, a girl with the surname Wang. She has the purest smile and the kindest heart. She doesn’t belong here."

"I ask you, do...you...have her!?"

The ominous aura of an ancient fierce beast pervaded once more.

At this moment, Hawthorn was chilled to the core; he felt as if murderous intent was frantically provoking his senses.

The one standing before him wasn’t human, but rather the most terrifying Star Beast.

"The goddess...of White Armor Tribe?"

Hawthorn subconsciously replied.

Then, he saw before him, the youth’s body.

Green cold flames visible to the naked eye suddenly sprang up!

Like a fiery blaze scorching the prairie, instantly covering the whole armor. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Then felt a cold hand fiercely gripping his throat, lifting his body instantly out of the mud pit.

"Who did you say!!?? Where is she!"

The frigid voice carried an uncontrollable tremor.

"He was referring to our White Armor Tribe’s goddess... our Teacher Wang! Who are you!?"

Behind Mu Fan, a dark-skinned little fat boy stood stubbornly, glaring.