As expected of a veteran Blood Refining Realm expert, Robert Strong's sturdy body, after taking the impact, did not get sent flying like Charles Bennett; he merely trembled twice, then stood as steady as a rock in place. However, his heart was far from as calm as his body appeared.

In that instant of exchange, he had already sensed Charles Bennett's cultivation.

Blood Refining Realm!

After triple confirmation, there was no mistake—it was the Blood Refining Realm, a twenty-year-old Blood Refining Realm martial artist!

Only those who have reached the Blood Refining Realm can truly understand how difficult it is to become a Blood Refining Realm martial artist. Back then, when he broke through, he had endured countless hardships, life-and-death ordeals, and only with the full support of his entire clan did he finally break through after the age of thirty. The suffering involved was beyond what outsiders could imagine.

A twenty-year-old Blood Refining Realm martial artist—just thinking about it was terrifying. Even in more advanced tribes, breaking through to the Blood Refining Realm at the age of twenty would make one a genius among geniuses, a true favored child of heaven, shining like the blazing sun!

At this thought, Robert Strong's heart surged with even greater killing intent. Now, it was no longer just a personal matter of avenging his son; he had to nip Charles Bennett in the bud. Otherwise, once he grew stronger, disaster would befall the Heishan Tribe.

The tremendous noise attracted many members of the Heishan Tribe to come and watch, hoping to witness their chieftain's prowess and see how Charles Bennett would be slain. Some even started private bets on how many rounds Charles Bennett could last under Robert Strong's assault.

But as soon as the fight began, the result shocked everyone. The overwhelming, one-sided battle they had expected did not occur; instead, a situation of evenly matched strength unfolded.

"Blood Refining Realm! That's the Blood Refining Realm! Charles Bennett has become a Blood Refining Realm expert. Look at the green glow on his spear—that's the battle aura only a Blood Refining Realm martial artist can produce."

Charles Bennett's breakthrough to the Blood Refining Realm was a bombshell to everyone present. Even the Grand Elder of the Kumu Tribe, who had come with Robert Strong, was so shocked he nearly tore out his own beard—this was simply too much of a shock.

"It seems I, as chieftain, underestimated you. To become a Blood Refining Realm martial artist at such a young age, you are truly the number one among the younger generation within a thousand miles."

Though he spoke words of praise, Robert Strong's eyes turned icy cold, radiating an even stronger killing intent. The surrounding temperature seemed to drop, causing those nearby to shiver involuntarily.

"You're too kind, Chieftain Xiong. You are indeed unmatched in might. It's a pity, though, that a tiger has sired a dog. Edward Strong was so arrogant and overbearing, committing all manner of evil. The fact that he lived this long is a miracle. Today, I, as chieftain, act on behalf of heaven and rid the Heishan Tribe of this cancer."

"Good! Good! What a sharp-tongued little beast. Today, I will take your life. A newly advanced Blood Refining Realm? My Heishan Tribe is not a place for you to run wild."

In the next moment, Charles Bennett sent Alice Moore into the midst of twenty clan-guarding warriors from the Guyuan Tribe, so he could focus all his strength on fighting Robert Strong. They had already entered the courtyard before Edward Strong was killed.

The people of the Heishan Tribe did not stop Charles Bennett's action at this time. They understood that the outcome would ultimately depend on the battle between Charles Bennett and Robert Strong.

"Brat, go repent underground."

Gripping his battle blade, its blood-red blade flowed like fresh blood, emitting a bloodthirsty screech.

A surge of intense blood energy rose from within Robert Strong, his powerful aura enveloping the surroundings. Blood-red battle aura spread out, and faintly, one could hear the roars of fierce beasts within the blood energy, carrying a sharp, murderous intent that relentlessly assaulted Charles Bennett's body.

This time, Robert Strong was going all out, determined to end it in one blow, giving Charles Bennett no chance to struggle—he wanted a swift and decisive victory.

"Bloodthirsty Mad Blade!"

Robert Strong's face twisted with ferocity, cold light flashing in his eyes. He stomped the ground hard, using the force to leap above Charles Bennett's head. The battle blade slashed down at Charles Bennett from a strange angle, its chilling killing intent piercing into his body, seeking out his vital points from every direction.

"What a terrifying murderous intent."

Facing Robert Strong's thunderous assault, Charles Bennett's battle aura surged within him. He brandished his spear, constantly blocking the omnipresent blade shadows. The spear was held horizontally before him, like a natural barrier, blocking most of the battle aura outside his body. Each time their weapons clashed, a deep crack would appear on the ground, a testament to the strength of both sides.

"Bloodthirsty Mad Blade, Bloodthirsty Slash."

Seeing that he still couldn't break through after so many attacks, Robert Strong's expression grew ugly. As a Blood Refining Realm expert who had opened three blood vessels—though not yet at the peak of the realm—he still couldn't take down a youngster who had just broken through.

The blood energy swirling around gathered continuously onto the blade. Countless blade shadows flickered, and the vast battle aura on the blade burst forth, transforming into a streak of light that traced a strange arc, slashing diagonally toward Charles Bennett's neck.

Sensing Robert Strong's attacks growing ever more bizarre and cunning, Charles Bennett felt immense pressure. After exchanging blows for over a hundred rounds, Charles Bennett had roughly gauged Robert Strong's strength, which allowed him to relax a little—after all, he was surrounded and still had dozens of clansmen to protect.

"Wild Bull Art, Wild Bull Strike!"