“Massacre Guyuan.”

Charles Bennett killed Edward Strong with casual ease, as if it were a trivial matter, leaving Lily Strong and all the members of the Heishan tribe utterly shocked and pale with fear. Upon seeing the arrival of their chieftain, the previously dazed crowd erupted into shouts, all with the intent to tear Charles Bennett to pieces.

In the half year since Charles Bennett arrived in this world, the name of the Heishan tribe’s chieftain, Robert Strong, had constantly echoed in his ears—a man whose strength and reputation far surpassed his own.

Yet Charles Bennett showed no sign of fear. Having broken through to the Blood Refining Realm, he was in dire need of a fierce battle to prove his martial path, and more importantly, to vent the humiliation he had endured over the past six months.

Chapter 8: Battle!

Edward Strong’s corpse lay in the hall like a pile of bloody mud. The once lively scene of singing, dancing, and music instantly took a sharp turn, shifting from celebration to mourning.

Everyone was astonished at how cleanly and decisively Charles Bennett acted, yet subconsciously ignored how he possessed such strength, able to kill Edward Strong so effortlessly and without resistance.

Within the Heishan tribe, Edward Strong was not particularly gifted, nor was he passionate about cultivation. However, as the young chieftain, with the tribe’s abundant resources, he had still reached the peak of the Bone Tempering Realm. Even a consummate Bone Tempering martial artist could not have killed him so cleanly and overwhelmingly, leaving him no chance to fight back.

Perhaps the martial path was simply too arduous. Even now, no one doubted Charles Bennett’s strength. At his age, reaching the peak of the Bone Tempering Realm was already one in ten thousand; breaking through to the Blood Refining Realm was almost unthinkable. They could only lament that Edward Strong’s strength was simply too lacking.

Charles Bennett, as the former young chieftain of the Guyuan tribe, was already well-known among the surrounding tribes for his cultivation. At twenty years old, reaching the peak of the Bone Tempering Realm made him a rare genius within a thousand miles.

What they didn’t know was that Charles Bennett had already broken that record once again.

Lily Strong’s nerves were repeatedly shattered by Charles Bennett. Just moments ago, Edward Strong was alive before him, but now his head was smashed, brain matter scattered—so unreal it felt like a dream.

“How could he dare… how could he really kill my brother? Is he really going to fight us to the death?”

At this thought, Lily Strong shuddered. “Could it be that he, Charles Bennett, wants to kill me too?”

He shook his head, forcefully pushing this unrealistic thought from his mind. His father had already arrived.

Now, no matter how monstrous Charles Bennett was, he would not escape. Suppressing his fear, he shouted loudly to his father, “Father, he killed my brother! You must avenge him, father!”

Robert Strong stood silently in the center of the hall. The oppressive atmosphere crashed against everyone’s chests like a raging storm. His body, two or three times the size of a normal man, was like a volcano on the verge of eruption, blazing with fury.

His face was ashen, his eyes like copper bells, bloodshot and fixed on Charles Bennett. In a hoarse voice, he said, “So you’re the new chieftain of the Guyuan tribe. Truly, heroes emerge from the young! Good! Very good! ...I’ll kill you first, then slaughter the Guyuan tribe, using the lives of all its people to honor my son’s memory.”

The full might of a veteran Blood Refining Realm expert was completely unleashed by Charles Bennett at this moment. Before his words even faded, Robert Strong struck first!

There was no talk of bullying the weak or using strength against the young—his attack was ruthless and merciless, murderous intent as sharp as a blade.

The long saber on his back turned into a streak of light, instantly crossing several yards. The blade was suffused with blood-red light as it slashed through the air toward Charles Bennett.

Where the war blade passed, its momentum was overwhelming, its aura soaring. The air exploded with a violent bang, as if it might shatter at any moment.

At this moment, in Charles Bennett’s eyes, the oncoming war blade was like a primordial beast, opening its bloody maw to tear him apart. A bloodthirsty intent surged in his heart.

With a cold shout, the battle energy in his meridians surged out, channeling through his spear. A green light flashed, slicing through the air with a sound like tearing silk.

Boom!

Charles Bennett’s full-force strike collided directly with the blade’s edge, producing a crisp metallic clang. At the point of impact, green and red battle energies clashed and sizzled.

Retreat!

With a fierce shout, Charles Bennett felt an overwhelming force rebound from the spear, quickly grabbing Alice Moore behind him as the two of them were sent flying backward, leaving several deep footprints in the ground.

After the clash, a strange pallor flashed across Charles Bennett’s face. The blow had shaken his insides, but had not injured his vital organs.

Robert Strong was, after all, a veteran Blood Refining Realm expert. Charles Bennett was still a bit outmatched, so he had to retreat several steps to steady himself. However, after months of continuous medicinal baths, Charles Bennett had not only broken through to the Blood Refining Realm, but his internal organs had been further tempered, making him even more solid than most newly advanced Blood Refining martial artists.