"You're Qiao Yu?!"

Jian Yidao's pupils contracted as he looked at the figure that had suddenly appeared.

He hadn't even noticed when this person had arrived.

This could only mean two things: either this guy's strength far surpassed his own, or he had some secret technique to conceal his aura.

"That's me. Weren't you the one who spread the message to lure me here alone? What's with the surprised look?"

Qiao Yu chuckled in response to Jian Yidao, his blue ghost eyes filled with coldness.

After learning about the capture of the Bai family at the Tian Shang tribe, he had immediately rushed over at full speed.

Fortunately, the upgraded Zhulong Yanyue Blade had a 100% agility bonus, or Bai Jianlin would probably be a corpse by the time he arrived.

"Heh, not surprised at all! I just didn't expect someone to be able to laugh when death is staring them in the face!"

Jian Yidao's eyes were full of disdain. In this short period, he had already sensed Qiao Yu's strength.

Only at the sixth level of the Saint tier, even weaker than Bai Jianlin. How could such strength compare to him, Jian Yidao?

At the sixth level of the Saint tier, a single sword strike from him, Jian Yidao, would be enough to obliterate them.

"Who dies isn't certain yet."

Qiao Yu slowly drew out the Zhulong Yanyue Blade, its edge pointing directly at Jian Yidao.

Jian Yidao's face revealed a look of surprise at this sight.

"Aren't the Bai family all fist fighters? What's with the blade?"

"Haven't you heard? No matter how high your kung fu is, it's still useless against a kitchen knife."

Qiao Yu smiled slightly, then activated the Nether Rakshasa Body (Youming Luosha Ti) and charged toward Jian Yidao with his blade.

This was the first time he was facing an opponent at the Demigod tier, and Qiao Yu didn't dare to be careless in the slightest. He went all out from the start.

After activating the Nether Rakshasa Body, the dark staff in his other hand wasn't idle either. He released a series of necromantic spells, summoning a chain of undead creatures from the world of the dead.

"You dare to attack first? Overestimating yourself!"

Although he was a little surprised that Qiao Yu was carrying a blade, Jian Yidao still didn't take him seriously.

The gap between the sixth level of the Saint tier and the first level of the Demigod tier was like a chasm, something that couldn't be bridged by just changing weapons.

Jian Yidao raised his long sword and swept upwards, colliding with the Zhulong Yanyue Blade. A series of sparks flew, and the clang of metal against metal rang in people's ears.

However, as soon as they made contact, Jian Yidao realized something was wrong!

A terrifying force spread from the Zhulong Yanyue Blade, forcing him to retreat.

Jian Yidao looked down and saw that his tiger's mouth had been torn open by this terrifying force, and blood had stained his palm red.

"What terrifying power!" Jian Yidao's pupils shrank involuntarily.

Why were the people of the Bai family all so abnormal?

Although he was seriously injured and not at his peak, how could a first-level Demigod tier like him be injured in his first clash with a sixth-level Saint tier? How was that possible?

"Undead bomb, explode!"

Before Jian Yidao could be shocked for long, Qiao Yu raised his hand and clenched it. The surrounding undead creatures swarmed up and detonated instantly.

The terrifying explosion engulfed Jian Yidao. In the midst of the violent roar, Jian Yidao felt as if something had disappeared from his body.

Then, the sound of the explosion began to fade away, and everything around him became silent.

A middle-aged man with a kind face and rectangular glasses appeared before Jian Yidao.

The man had a kind and gentle smile on his face as he looked at Jian Yidao and asked,

"A woman let her dog bite me. I didn't bite the dog, I bit the woman. Am I acting in self-defense?"

"Self-defense? What is self-defense?" Jian Yidao was stunned.

"Very good! You're going to be punished severely, young man!"

The smile on the middle-aged man's face became even brighter, like a warm and radiant sun.

"I've already determined your crime: death penalty, to be carried out immediately!"

As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, Jian Yidao saw several burly men walking towards him to arrest him.

"What is going on... No! It's an illusion!"

Jian Yidao was indeed the Third Sword Son of the Xuan Tian Sword Tomb (Xuan Tian Jian Zhong), and he quickly realized that the scene before him was an illusion.

But it was too late. The moment he realized it, the illusion shattered like a jigsaw puzzle, and what entered Jian Yidao's eyes was an incredibly terrifying Yanyue Blade.

Jian Yidao was so frightened that his soul almost left his body. In a panic, he raised his long sword to block.

However, under the full force of the Zhulong Yanyue Blade, the long sword was instead forced down, cutting open his own shoulder.

"Ah!"

Jian Yidao let out a scream as blood gurgled from his shoulder.

"Mystic Sword Return Escape (Xuan Jian Gui Dun)!"

Jian Yidao let out a shrill roar, his entire body transforming into a streak of sword light and fleeing.

This was his trump card for survival. Although it would come at a great cost, and even his cultivation level might fall from the Demigod tier, Jian Yidao couldn't care less at this moment in order to save his life.

Jian Yidao disappeared completely, and Qiao Yu's blade fell on empty space.

Qiao Yu couldn't help but frown. Demigods were indeed Demigods. Even if he used all his trump cards, he couldn't kill a seriously injured Demigod?

"Qiao Yu! Don't think you can be proud just because you defeated me! Let me tell you, there's more than just me who wants to kill you!"

Jian Yidao's voice, now transformed into a streak of sword light, no longer had the arrogant and conceited tone it once had. Instead, it was filled with resentment.

Jian Yidao fled frantically like a stray dog, and as he fled, the remaining disciples of the Xuan Tian Sword Tomb suffered.

Qiao Yu killed them one by one with his blade, each strike a critical hit, and soon he had killed all the Xuan Tian Sword Tomb disciples present, turning them into experience points.

After dealing with the people from the Xuan Tian Sword Tomb, Qiao Yu first helped Bai Jianlin up. After confirming that Bai Jianlin's life wasn't in danger, he rescued Bai Li and the others from the wooden stakes.

"We were originally thinking of helping you protect those 20,000 Tianhe beast cores, but we didn't expect that we would become a burden instead." Bai Li's expression was a little complicated.

"Hey, don't mention it." Qiao Yu waved his hand with a smile. "We're all part of the Bai family, how could I just watch you guys die?"

He was a scammer, but unless they were enemies, Qiao Yu generally only scammed people without taking their lives.

"Let's go, all of you come back to the Tian Shang tribe with me." Qiao Yu called out to the people of the Bai family and headed towards the Tian Shang tribe.

What Qiao Yu didn't know was that the Tian Shang tribe was already ablaze with fire.

Countless warriors in the Tian Shang tribe had fallen in pools of blood with their eyes wide open, and the raging fire had scorched the earth into a tan color.

The screams of women and children and the piercing laughter were intertwined in this primitive tribe on the Tianhe Star.

Savagery, fire, blood, violence.

The darkest side of human nature was on full display here.

Ku Erxun knelt on the ground, facing the direction of the Divine Envoy Valley (Shenshi Gu), tears streaming down his face. That place held the old man's lifelong faith.

"Why must my Tian Shang tribe suffer this fate, why..."

"Lord God... Lord Hermes... Aren't you omnipotent? Why... why don't you save us..."