Mortal Ascension Record

It is no exaggeration to say that with Tian Dazhuang's late cultivation as a barbarian and having already suffered heavy injuries, there was absolutely no luck in facing such a violent blow.

Seeing such cruel methods, everyone in the Red Tiger tribe couldn't help but exclaimed anxiously.

Even Qin Tian, ​​who had been watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but have a sharp look in his eyes, and the mysterious totem behind him shone dimly.

However, at this critical moment, a shocking roar suddenly sounded not far away:

"Your Majesty allowed your pet beasts to rush into your own tribe and cause trouble, but then indiscriminately attacked and injured people. Isn't this a little unreasonable?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a burly old man galloping towards him with steady steps. He was the leader of the Red Tiger Tribe who was in the middle stage of the barbarian realm.

After arriving at the scene, the tiger pattern totem on the old man's chest suddenly lit up, and he quickly punched with his right hand, shooting out an invisible force in the air.

"Boom~!"

Along with the sound of sonic boom, the leather-armored young man's full blow was directly blocked, and his body fell back dozens of feet on the spot.

After landing, the leather-armored young man's face turned red for a while, but he forcefully swallowed the blood rising in his throat, and then stared at the old man with cold eyes, as if unwilling to be outdone.

And the burly middle-aged man behind him, seeing this situation, suddenly flew forward with a face full of anger and shouted:

"Old man, how dare you hurt me, the third young master of the Wuheng tribe! It's simply not a pity to die!"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of everyone present changed drastically, and their eyes were full of fear!

Even the leader of the Red Tiger Tribe's expression became extremely solemn, and his heart gradually sank to the bottom!

After all, the Wuheng tribe is a medium-sized tribe, and there are even masters at the level of barbarians in the tribe. They are well-known in this misty forest. Their strength is not comparable to that of the Red Tiger tribe.

Thinking of this, especially seeing that the burly middle-aged man was a late-stage barbarian master, for the sake of the safety of the tribe, the old man's expression changed for a while, and he had no choice but to lower his posture and said with a hint of respect:

"It turns out that the envoys from the Wuheng tribe have arrived. If Tian is disrespectful, I hope the two envoys will not blame you!"

After hearing this, the burly middle-aged man did not comment, but just stood there with a sneer on his face.

The young leader of the Wuheng tribe stepped forward again with a proud face, glanced at the surrounding tribesmen with cold eyes, and then said with meaning:

"Now that we know that the envoy is here in person, how do the Red Tiger Tribe plan to compensate for the death of my young master's pet?"

When the old man opposite heard this, he was furious. Tian Meng beside him couldn't bear it anymore and stood up and accused:

"It's unreasonable for you to be such an envoy. You allowed your pet beasts to come and wreak havoc on our Red Tiger Tribe and hurt innocent lives. Now you are shamelessly demanding compensation!"

However, seeing this situation, the old man quickly waved his hand to stop him, then suppressed his anger and said to the leather-armored young man:

"I wonder how much compensation Young Master Wu Heng needs? I promised you in advance that our Red Tiger Tribe is a small tribe and we really don't have much money to take away!"

Hearing this, the leather-armored young man across from him didn't take it seriously. Instead, he sneered and said mockingly:

"It's very simple. If you offer fifty elementary waste stones, the Red Tiger Tribe will submit to my Wu Heng Tribe, and this matter will be revealed! Otherwise, today will be the day when your Red Tiger Tribe will perish!"

Speaking of this, the leather-armored young man couldn't help but pause slightly, then looked at Tian Meng up and down with interest for a moment, and continued in an extremely frivolous manner:

"And this little girl is quite pretty. From now on, she will come to my young master's tent and be a bed-warming maid!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the venue couldn't help but become furious. Tian Meng, who had a simple nature, turned pale suddenly!

After all, such unreasonable demands are obviously deliberately seeking trouble. If the Red Tiger Tribe really agrees to submit and surrender the tribe's female priest, they will no longer have the face to stand in the misty forest.

Therefore, even the old man can no longer suppress the anger in his heart at this moment.

But the leather-armored young man across from him sneered, not paying attention to the anger in the crowd. Instead, he stepped out and grabbed Tian Meng with his hand.

Seeing this unexpected situation, the old man was so anxious that he couldn't think too much and hurriedly stepped forward to rescue him.

However, the burly middle-aged man in the late stage of the barbarian on the opposite side did not hesitate to come to stop him. A fierce close-quarters battle broke out between the two, with strong energy surging everywhere, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

When many ordinary people around him saw this, they quickly retreated to avoid it.

Only Tian Dazhuang, who fell to the ground and was seriously injured, saw that Tian Meng was about to fall into the enemy's hands. He was anxious and wanted to struggle to get up, but he was unable to stop him at all.

At the critical moment, facing a master in the barbarian realm, Tian Meng, who was only in the middle stage of the soul disciple, couldn't help but panic. The lynx beside him grinned, as if he was determined to fight regardless.

However, at this moment, a vague afterimage suddenly flashed across the field, and before everyone could react, they saw Qin Tian, ​​who was looking calm, standing in front of Tian Meng.

Seeing this situation, a trace of disdain suddenly flashed in the eyes of Young Master Wu Heng opposite him. Without hesitation, he burst out his energy and punched out, and even coldly snorted:

"Ignorant ant, seeking death~!"

But before he finished speaking, Qin Tian also raised his right hand, and then punched lightly.

"Boom~~!"

The next moment, just as the fists collided, a shocking scene happened!

The young master Wu Heng, who was at the level of a barbarian warrior, had a disdainful expression that froze instantly, and his right arm was twisted and deformed in an instant, with white bones bursting out.

Even his burly body was blown away by this seemingly weak punch, and he knocked down a large number of trees along the way, and landed outside the gate of the Red Tiger Tribe.

After landing, the young master Wu Heng's mouth spurted blood, and his face was extremely pale. Especially when he looked at his almost crippled right arm, he was so angry that his eyes rolled back and he fainted on the spot!

In an instant, the scene fell into a deathly silence!

Everyone's expression froze, and they looked in horror at the ordinary young man in front of Tian Meng, who was previously laughed at as having thin arms and legs.

Even the old man who was fighting not far away couldn't help but change his color!

And Tian Meng behind him stared at the not-so-tall back with a dull look.

At this moment, she couldn't help but feel a little strange in her pure mind.

As for the Wuheng tribe master, seeing that the young master was beaten so badly that his life or death was unknown, he immediately shouted in shock and anger:

"You bold lunatic, dare to hurt my Wuheng tribe young master, give me your life!"

After saying this, the burly middle-aged man quickly took out a scimitar, slashed in the air and forced the old man back, then the energy in his body burst out wildly, and attacked Qin Tian fiercely.

Seeing this situation, the latter did not change his face, and his right hand even grasped in the air, whispering:

"Gun~!"

As soon as the voice fell, he saw that hundreds of feet away, in the stone ground in the central area of ​​the tribe, the extremely heavy meteorite iron spear trembled slightly as if it were psychic, and then suddenly flew up and automatically fell into Qin Tian's hands!