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Chapter 218 - 216 Barbarian Tribe: Your Majesty, Please Test Your Fists

Chapter 218: Chapter 216 Barbarian Tribe: Your Majesty, Please Test Your Fists

At the issuance of a command, there was unconditional compliance.

Longevity Hall began, under the leadership of more than ten senior members, to gather the treasures of the secret realm.

Following the order, they left Manzhou for Tuzhou without any hesitation.

This was the authority forged in battle.

Liang Hui looked down at the hustle and bustle within the secret realm, overseeing from his chariot the three powerhouses of Longevity Hall — two of Divine Veins and one of Primordial Spirit.

"The distribution of the Barbarian Tribes in Manzhou should be in your possession."

"Yes."

The Great Han at the very front, clad in bronze armor, immediately took out a Jade Slip from his bosom and passed it over.

The Jade Slip turned into a stream of light, passing through the radiance enveloping the chariot, and was grasped in the young man’s hand.

Liang Hui fiddled with the Jade Slip in his hands, his consciousness fleetingly diving into it.

After a moment, he stored the Jade Slip into his storage space.

"Good, you all start gathering things in the secret realm, and set off as soon as possible."

Before the three could reply,

Hoo Bai had already pulled the chariot away, heading south, and soon vanished at the ends of the sky.

The three powerhouses standing in place maintained a reverent expression, bowing and waiting.

It wasn’t until an hour had passed.

The grey-clothed elder at the back, with a hooked nose and elongated eyes, finally asked in a low voice:

"Hall Master, are we really going to Tuzhou?"

"Manzhou is the land of our ancestors, where our forefathers waged wars for nearly a thousand years to build what we have now."

It was not that the elder was unaware of the pros and cons; it was simply that parting from one’s homeland was difficult.

Especially such a homeland of a millennium, where the bones of the ancestors were buried and sacrificed.

Their past joys, happiness, and even their sorrows, all their memories took place here.

"Elder Supreme, what confusion is this at such a time? It’s lucky enough to maintain our lineage without interruption."

"Curse Sect, Qingheng Sect, Star Moon Tower, even the royal family of Chu Nation would surely laugh themselves awake from death if they ended up like us."

The robust man in bronze armor persuaded.

At this moment, the tall elder beside him stretched out his hand and patted his companion’s side.

"In this era of great change, to be able to preserve our lineage is already sufficient for us."

"As for the rest, let the future generations handle it."

"I know all that, but this is my homeland! When I die, I hope to be buried here."

The elder with the hooked nose muttered quietly.

He took one last look around.

Turned around!

And headed towards the secret realm.

The breeze blew, raising a sky full of dust, and when one looked again at where they stood, only an empty city remained.

Elsewhere.

Under Hoo Bai’s pull, the chariot slowly moved southward.

Liang Hui held a bracelet, carefully observing the secret technique belonging to the Curse Sect.

It was uncertain how much time had passed.

The youth finally put the bracelet down, uttering praise:

"Compared to the curse techniques of the Curse Sect, it indeed has an edge, and it has gone beyond a mere curse, taking it one step further."

The Curse Sect’s strength, although far surpassing that of Longevity Hall and possessing seventy-two Divine Veins leading straight to the Primordial Spirit, was ultimately too mixed, and some Veins were inevitably lacking.

And the reason Liang Hui valued the curse techniques so much was out of necessity.

He extended his palm, and a streak of red-gold Sword Intent emerged.

The Sword Intent was sharp and fiery, cutting tiny fractures continuously in space, seemingly as usual.

But as the controller, Liang Hui could feel the sacrificial aura on the surface of the Sword Intent.

What used to be pure heat and sharpness in the Sword Intent was no longer the case at this moment.

As the Nine-layered Altar continued to sacrifice with the Red Cloud Dao Sword as the Sacrificial Master, such an event was inevitable.

Therefore, cutting off this thread of aura was necessary.

But Liang Hui, after much thought, realized that the sacrificial aura, the Nine-layered Altar, and the vast sea of karma in his body could possibly be utilized upon his breakthrough into the path.

However, all these required his study and exploration.

Resigned to his fate, he sat cross-legged on the war chariot, constantly recalling the secret techniques of the Curse Sect in his mind, along with the curse knowledge he had acquired from various sources.

Time trickled by.

It took more than ten days before the war chariot finally halted in front of a valley.

Three barbarians, each nearly four meters tall and covered in colorful paints, stood in front of the war chariot.

Behind them followed a large group of similarly adorned barbarians, their gazes at the war chariot filled with curiosity, fear, and also a fighting spirit.

Liang Hui, with one hand on the rail of the chariot, sensed the three figures in front of him, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

So these are the barbarians of Body Cultivation? Not bad at all.

Though it’s called Body Cultivation, it’s essentially the Martial Path, but because of the barbarians’ robust constitution, they focus more on physical strength.

"Divine Emperor Your Majesty, Yu Su, representing the Sun Chaser Tribe, greets you!"

"Yu Ru, representing the Sunset Tribe, pays you respects!"

"Gan Si, representing the Shooting Sun Tribe, pays you respects!"

Their mighty voices shook the mountains and the land, causing ripples in the space.

Roar!

With a tiger’s roar, the space settled, and the war chariot continued to move forward.

Liang Hui looked at the three figures side by side before him, his expression growing even more indifferent. The barbarians are indeed crude, some truly aren’t afraid of dying.

"If the Divine Emperor wishes to subjugate the world, please try my fist."

Thump!

A slender figure in blue robes stepped out of the chariot with leisurely strides and appeared before everyone.

Before the many barbarians could react, he took another step forward.

In an instant, he arrived in front of the three barbarian leaders, his fair hand seeming slow but fast, pressing on the shoulder of the middle barbarian.

"Kneel and speak with me."

Bang!

The air exploded, whipping up a fierce gale that ravaged the surroundings.

Ah!

Underneath Liang Hui’s palm, the barbarian roared incessantly but could only fall to his knees.

The surging Qi-Blood ascended but merely fluttered the young man’s sleeves.

Liang Hui tilted his head slightly, looking at the other two leaders filled with rage.

"Would you like to make a move?"

His cold words caused the constantly screaming Yu Ru under his hand to change color dramatically, as he completely calmed down.

Only those who have personally experienced it can truly understand the terror of the man before them, any former delusions now dispelled.

"Yu Su, Gan Si, do not make a move."

He roared with all his might while his body ceased to struggle.

"Divine Emperor Your Majesty, we only wished to..."

Bang!

A Fist Seal came smashing from behind one of the barbarian leaders, the force of the fist was decent.

But before the Fist Seal could get close, it was already dissipated by the surging golden Qi-Blood.

The barbarian who threw the fist glared with fury, his eyes betraying a hint of cunning.

And yet, his aura only reached the peak of the Qi channels, falling half a step short of breaking through to the Primordial Spirit.

"Yu Ru, with such an appearance, where is the slightest semblance of a leader?"

"Our barbarian kin have three great Barbarian Kings, more than ten Barbarian Generals, and over a thousand mighty warriors, why submit to servitude by the people of Zhou?"

The barbarian with a rugged complexion, pride evident in his eyes, knew that after this battle, Yu Ru’s reputation would surely plummet.

He was not incapable of replacing Yu Ru’s standing within the Sunset Tribe.

As for the so-called Divine Emperor, nothing but an exaggerated tale.

Stronger than the Barbarian King, he understood, but how could he be so much stronger?

A grin spread across Liang Hui’s face; the fact that such a fool would arise at this moment added a bit of amusement for him.

As a reward, he would grant them destruction!

Bang!

With a sudden exertion of force, the palm underneath crushed the body, which could have been compared to diamond, and it shattered instantly.

A head with small braids rolled on the ground, its eyes bewildered, looking towards the direction of the tribe.

All it wanted was to gauge the man’s strength and then choose to submit; how did things end up like this?