The force in that instant felt like a giant elephant crashing directly into his body.

That strength even surpassed Beardsley!

How is this possible!?

The person’s height and build were only slightly stronger than the little chubby who just ran away.

How could he possess such tremendous power?

Isn’t the White Armor Tribe the most powerful race on this grassland?

Hawthorn’s eyes instantly filled with blood.

He couldn’t accept this fact.

In the distance, the little chubby Enoch who had just rushed into the river was completely dumbfounded, his brain couldn’t even process it.

His shock far exceeded that of Hawthorn.

The "passerby" who was just about to leave actually took action for his father!?

"Roar!"

In the midst of an overpowering roar, all the Udan Spearmen simultaneously formed ranks.

But in that moment, Mu Fan’s legs stomped heavily, the ground underfoot instantly caved in, and his whole body leaped up with a boom, landing heavily beside Beardsley, a white syringe appearing in his palm, which he reversed and stabbed into Beardsley’s neck, pushing the entire syringe in.

"You won’t die."

The cold and domineering voice came from the front.

Bai’s Medicine!

Stabbed by the syringe, Beardsley’s vision went dark, only feeling a warmth suddenly rising in his previously chilling body, and then his vision blackened completely as he closed his eyes.

This brawny man, even in a faint, still clutched the spear tightly to keep his body from falling.

"What are you, daring to make a move in front of the Red Stone Guard!"

"And what are you... daring to snatch prey right in front of me, Hawthorn!"

"He’s dead for sure. And you, I will personally flay you alive!"

Creak, creak.

His footsteps slowly tread on the ground, Hawthorn’s eyes filled with blood, his face exceptionally fierce.

He raised the bone knife in his hand, looking at the notch on the blade, and casually tossed the curved blade away, his wrist twisting to once again draw a metallic glistening spear from his back.

That is incredibly rare Meteorite Gold!

On this land, only true warriors are worthy of wielding such weapons.

With the questioning shouts growing louder, amidst the surrounding Udan Spearmen’s chants, as Hawthorn took each step, a deep pit imprinted into the ground, and in an instant, a phantom emerged from his back, his whole body dual-wielding the spear as he fiercely stabbed towards the figure shorter and more frail than him!

At this moment, the chants of the Udan Spearmen reached their peak.

When hunting powerful prey, Hawthorn must be given the honor of a true warrior.

Three blood seals twisted and squirmed on the skin, the spearhead aiming at Mu Fan.

Behind Mu Fan stood Beardsley.

Hawthorn intended to pierce both of them through with one spear!

At this moment, Mu Fan’s eyes turned slightly crimson.

Not the bright red filled with blood when the eyeballs are congested, but... the violently erupting magma in the pupils!

A terrifying aura akin to an Ancient Ferocious Beast’s steamed from his body at this moment.

"You think you?"

The chilling voice akin to a low beast’s roar, as Mu Fan’s left foot stomped heavily on the ground.

Boom!

The shockwave of shattered rocks and dirt burst open instantly.

A Dark Gold Short Stick embedded deep in the ground shot out in an instant, a slender hand, full of scars, appeared just in time to grip the short stick in his palm.

This time... I will redeem myself!

In an instant, the short stick spun until it blurred, as Mu Fan swung it in a wide arc, smashing down heavily.

"Dare!"

In everyone’s sight, the two phantoms collided instantly.

Boom!

It was as if thunder had exploded in this part of the world.

The ground inexplicably blasted out a massive wave of dirt.

A slender and tall figure was thrown back at a faster speed, flying over ten meters before crashing heavily to the ground.

Earth Tremor, as that figure was heavily embedded into the dirt.

Poof!

A mist of blood spurted out.

In the crooks of Hawthorn’s palms, blood and flesh oozed horribly.

And amidst the splattering dust waves from the previous clash, a tall silhouette clad in Dark Gold armor slowly emerged.

The Face Armor wasn’t lowered... still the same fierce and wild face.

In the pupils, dark green and crimson intertwined incessantly.

He alternated the grip on that Dark Gold Short Stick as Mu Fan stepped forth, his cold gaze completely disregarded the full twenty Udan Spearmen but settled on the human-shaped dirt pit ten meters away.

At this moment...

Beneath the dim night sky, only the sound of insects chirping remained in the quiet.

In the distance, the escaping little chubby Enoch was dumbfounded, his mouth opened wide, his body starting to tremble slightly, a spark of life gradually returning to his eyes, once again settling on his father.

He heard the earlier "You won’t die" clearly.

At this instant, Enoch’s heart was on the verge of exploding with excitement.

As for the Udan Spearmen, at this moment, Mu Fan’s threat level in their hearts continuously climbed.

In just a second, it reached the standard equivalent to a level-three Beast Tide!

In that instant, how did he wear this luxurious Dark Gold armor?

In just an instant...

How did he send their leader Hawthorn flying?

Why did his speed of movement exceed the vision of an eagle hawk!

Mu Fan ignored the thoughts of those Udan Spearmen, moving forward with killing intent in each stride.

"Get up." The chilling voice carried an indisputable tone.

The face of Hawthorn, just propping himself up, was filled with immense humiliation at this moment.

"Udan--Kill!"

He lifted his head and howled.

Swish—

A Udan Spearman at the forefront, with a flash of his arm, hurled a spear like a bolt of lightning.

But, in the next second.

Thud!

The clear sound stunned the Red Stone Warrior who had just thrown the spear.

The Bone Spear hung steadily beside Mu Fan.

The left hand, clad in Dark Gold armor, appeared there at some point, just as it grabbed the middle of the spear.

As that Udan Spearman looked, he saw Mu Fan’s cold eyes fixed on him.

His left arm instantly pulled back to the maximum--

Boom!

It instantly sounded like the takeoff of a fighter jet.

A shallow white shockwave directly erupted in front of Mu Fan.

The group of Udan Spearmen just felt the hairs on their backs stand up, then saw the warrior who just threw the spear suddenly have his chest collapse and explode into a mist of blood, his entire body being flung out seven or eight meters, leaving only half a mangled corpse when he landed.

The leaning body slowly stood upright as Mu Fan’s ruthless and deathly gaze fell upon the group of spearmen.

"Unaware... of life or death."

At this moment, without Hawthorn’s order, all remaining Udan Spearmen’s eyes turned red.

Swish, swish, swish!

In an instant, nineteen spears sliced through the air within a ten-meter distance.

"Be careful!!"

Enoch couldn’t hold back anymore, shouting wildly from behind.

Moreover, what made the chubby even more terrified, was that the young man actually turned... to look at him.

"No!"

Enoch screamed heart-wrenchingly.

He didn’t want to see the one who had just saved his life about to be pierced by spears.

Enoch didn’t see it...

But the group of Udan Spearmen saw...

The young man turning his back to them, the half-diffused luminous braid at the back of his head, quietly loosened.

In an instant, the figure split into four, disappearing instantly.

In another instant...

They only felt as if they were hallucinating.

They saw every spear suspended mid-air, each one gently grasped by a Dark Gold hand...

And then, all the spears and Dark Gold Spears suddenly pulled in the same direction!

That direction was surprisingly towards them!

—Puff!

Puff, puff, puff, puff!

In an instant, the sound of countless spears penetrating bodies rang out!

Four Dark Gold figures silently merged behind the group of Udan Spearmen.

Feet lightly touched the ground.

The Curved Light Scythe Blade hung down, the whole body flickering with ghostly green light.

Mu Fan’s cold eyes, with chilling intent, lifted.

Behind him, nineteen people, each impaled by nineteen spears...

Neatly nailed to the ground!