Chapter 759: The Wild Annihilation Support Army
Deep in the mountain forest, a robust young man bared his right arm and shoulder, wearing a beast-hide battle garment on his lower body, wielding a Wolf Fang Great Club in his hand. Like a wounded beast, he let out a low roar as he charged toward the ancient village.
"Who dares to invade my village..." He carried a wild dragon over ten zhang long on his shoulder, traversing stone cliffs as if they were flat ground, arriving in an instant.
Ye Fan was startled. For a moment, he seemed to see the barbarian of old. Looking from afar, this man closely resembled Dongfang Ye from over a decade ago—the same wildness, the same burly strength.
Li Tian was strolling outside the village, still not understanding what was happening, when this youth arrived before him. Stepping onto the scarred earth, he swung his Wolf Fang Great Club with one hand while striking forward with the other.
In that instant, Li Tian grimaced in pain. His entire arm was nearly broken, covered in bloody gashes. Fortunately, he retreated quickly, evading on contact without truly taking the blow head-on; otherwise, half his body might have been smashed to pieces.
"Man'er, do not be rude. This is our benefactor." The village's Fifth Uncle Ancestor and Seventh Uncle Ancestor hurried over.
Dongfang Man appeared to be in his twenties. His bare upper body bulged with muscles like writhing flood dragons, his skin a bronze hue, strong and powerful. His thick black hair cascaded to his waist, giving him a wild, masculine beauty.
"You're Dongfang Ye's younger brother, right?" Ye Fan also approached, sizing up the youth before him. He truly resembled the old friend from days past too closely.
"He looks like an ancient barbaric beast taking human form," Li Tian said through gritted teeth. His strength was extraordinary, enough to look down on various Sacred Lords, yet in a contest of physical bodies, he was utterly defeated by this barbarian.
This was naturally a misunderstanding. Dongfang Man had been out hunting when he heard news of the village's upheaval. Red-eyed, he had charged back, colliding with Li Tian and mistaking him for a vicious enemy.
In the ancient village, Dongfang Ye and Dongfang Man were a pair of anomalies, possessing the extremely rare Barbarian Ancient War Blood. Their strength could move mountains, and their physical bodies far surpassed ordinary people. Except for the Sacred Body, no one could match them.
These two brothers cultivated the same techniques and grew up in the same environment. They usually roamed the deep mountains and forests, disappearing for ten days to half a month at a time, feasting on wild dragons and devouring fierce tigers, forging a set of Barbarian Martial Divine Arts.
A flash of crimson light appeared in Ye Fan's hand, revealing a war spear polished from Blood Diamond. Nine true dragons coiled around the spear shaft, lifelike, with nine dragon heads gathered at the front, together spitting out a sharp, crystalline spear tip.
Dongfang Man was very embarrassed. He scratched his head and stepped forward to apologize, then accepted this heavy gift with great fondness.
Several elders in the village exclaimed in surprise. They were all knowledgeable people, recognizing that this gift was far too valuable.
This weapon was forged from Blood Diamond, one of the Nine Heaven Divine Jades, and was the top choice for crafting a King-rank weapon. It could grow into a Saint-rank weapon, indestructible and eternal. Ye Fan had seized it from the Nine-Headed Dragon King in the Ziwei Star Domain.
"I will avenge my elder brother. I'll go kill that Zi Tiandu!" Dongfang Man swore, his hair disheveled.
"I believe Ye'er is not dead..." The Seventh Uncle Ancestor in the village had a trace of gloom in his eyes. The barbarian had been personally trained by him.
"This place is no longer safe. Perhaps we should return to the tribe," said the Fifth Uncle Ancestor.
Deep within these mountain ranges lay an ancient tribe, descendants of several ancient saints. The tribesmen were all powerful and fierce, cultivating the Barbarian Martial Ancient Scripture. It was a terrifying tribe unknown to the outside world.
This small village was originally part of that tribe, but several generations ago, they had split off due to a conflict of pride. The larger tribe had repeatedly invited them back.
"Roar..."
In the distance, a long howl echoed, causing all the mountains to tremble. Seven or eight old men with hair like tangled weeds bared their upper bodies, wearing beast-hide garments. Some carried Wolf Fang Great Clubs, others swung giant axes, howling and roaring like a group of demon gods as they swept in. All the mountain ranges seemed about to collapse.
"Motherf*ckers, which bastard sons of bitches dared to bully our people? Come out and die!"
"Where are the people? Your old masters are here! Get the hell out here! Bullying our tribesmen? We'll rip your heads off and kick them around like balls!"
This was a group of extremely fierce old men, even more ferocious than young lads. They charged in like a million-strong army, overwhelmingly fierce.
They were clearly a group of barbarians. Their attire was similar to the villagers here, but even more unrestrained. Each one blew their beards and glared, howling strangely.
They had just been talking about that ancient tribe, never expecting them to arrive now, all disheveled and wild beyond measure.
Li Tian and Yan Yixi were dumbfounded. This group of old men was too fierce, dancing with their big clubs and howling like Barbarian Ancient War Gods.
"Where are the people? Those bastard sons of bitches! Your old masters have come to kill! Where have they all crawled off to?" The old men shouted loudly.
Everyone in the ancient village was deeply moved. Even the eyes of the Fifth Uncle Ancestor, Seventh Uncle Ancestor, and several other elders reddened, strengthening their resolve to return to the tribe.
"Xiao Wu, Xiao Qi, Xiao Jiu—I'm not one to criticize you, but how could our tribe be bullied to this extent? Those bastard sons of bitches daring to come to our door to kill—they're simply tired of living! This isn't over! Even if it's a divine dynasty from the Central Province, we'll overturn them this time!"
"Right! F*ck them! We'll beat the yolks right out of their eggs!"
The seven or eight old men who had arrived were so wild that even the younger generation was stunned speechless, each one utterly unrestrained.
"As soon as we got the news, we burned our asses and charged over. There's a big group still coming behind us. Speak! Which blind bastards did this? Today, we'll go over and slaughter them until they're overturned, not leaving a single one!"
Not to mention the villagers, even Ye Fan, Yan Yixi, and Li Tian felt warmth in their hearts and their blood boiling. Although these old men were wild, they were genuine and sincere, leaving no barriers between them.
"Kill!"
"Where are the bastard sons of bitches? Don't let a single one escape! Kill!"
Suddenly, the mountains and fields were filled with people everywhere, like wave after wave of great demons summoning wind and rain, plucking stars and catching moons as they charged in. Heaven and earth itself trembled.
Countless barbarian tribesmen, wearing beast-hide garments and wielding great clubs, swept in from all directions, filling the sky. Their powerful auras caused ten thousand mountains to shake, terrifying beyond measure.
Seeing this scene, even Ye Fan's scalp went numb. This was a group of ancient barbarian warriors from a bygone era, gathered together—too terrifying.
Their battle qi shot straight into the clouds, shredding the clouds in all directions. Any expert who saw this would tremble in fear.
Li Tian's scalp tingled, his entire body covered in goosebumps. Feeling extremely uneasy, he poked Ye Fan and whispered, "I say, the people of the Big Dipper Star Domain are too twisted, aren't they? Even a primitive tribe is this powerful. How am I supposed to make my way? To hell with glorifying my lineage! I'd be better off staying put in the Ziwei Star Domain. This bunch are a bunch of living ancestors!"
"What do you mean 'primitive tribe'? In ancient times, the entire Southern Ridge was the domain of our barbarian clan! If we hadn't followed the ancestral teachings and later hidden in the mountains, who would we fear?" An old man with messy hair widened his eyes, leaning on his big club as he spoke.
No one knew how many had arrived at this place. The villagers couldn't help but shed tears of warmth. This was the bond of blood thicker than water. Returning to the tribe was inevitable.
"After so many years, the tribe finally produced two precious treasures with Barbarian Ancient War Blood, and both were in your village. You should have returned to the tribe long ago..."
An old man began to scold the Fifth Uncle Ancestor, Seventh Uncle Ancestor, and the others, nearly spraying them with spit. But his eyes burned with fervor as he grabbed Dongfang Man's hand. The intensity of his affection was unsettling, making the barbarian's younger brother extremely uncomfortable.
"Where's your elder brother?" A group of old men asked Dongfang Man.
"My elder brother may have died in battle a few months ago," Dongfang Man said quietly.
"Motherf*cker! Who did it? Was it that bunch of bastard sons of bitches just now? Gather the troops! Let's go f*ck them up!"
"We've been hiding in the mountains, cut off from the outside world, living without conflict, yet we're bullied to this extent?"
"Kill them! F*ck their mothers!"
The group of old men immediately grew anxious, dancing with their big clubs, nearly poking holes in the sky.
"How many generations has it been? We finally got two precious children with Barbarian Ancient War Blood—such a rare constitution—and one of them is dead? I'll f*ck your ancestors!"
Fierce, wild, domineering, unrestrained... This group of old men truly seemed like reincarnations of Barbarian Ancient War Gods, howling loudly.
The villagers had originally been estranged from the primitive tribe, but in this moment, all barriers dissolved like wind-scattered clouds. They would soon merge once more.
"We've been in hiding too long, completely cut off from the outside world. We didn't even know such a great event had occurred. We've failed our ancestors."
The barbarian tribe's elders beat their chests and stamped their feet, filled with righteous indignation. Upon learning that it was the Wang Clan of the Northern Plains, they immediately decided to march over.
"Kill them! Dig three feet into the ground! Even stamp out the unopened eyes of little mice! How dare they bully our people!"
"Do it! Act now! Gather all the tribe's best fighters! Wipe out their entire clan!"
"We'll beat the yolks right out of their eggs! What bullshit Wang Clan? What immortal legacy? We'll overturn them all and slaughter them to the last!"
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Li Tian clicked his tongue and said, "A bunch of fierce men. Damn, even my blood is boiling. I really want to charge over with them. This bunch of old bastards is too ferocious!"
"Since you elders want to make a move and march on the Northern Plains, I am willing to go through fire and water and fight at the very front," Ye Fan declared.
Then, he offered his opinion: if they truly wanted to deal with the Wang Clan, they needed to prepare thoroughly. After all, this was an ancient aristocratic clan that had produced a Human Clan Great Sage, with a long and terrifying heritage.
"This young brother is right. If we kill, we kill until not even a chicken or dog remains. They wanted to blood-wash our people, didn't they? This time, we'll plan carefully and annihilate this whole bastard clan!" said one old man.
Although they were bold and unrestrained in character, not all of them were reckless. Having lived to such an age, many had eyes sharper than needles—what didn't they understand?
"Right! Plan it well! In one battle, we'll f*ck them all!" another old man waved his stone axe and said.
Ye Fan said, "Elders, your tribe is cut off from the world. Now is the perfect time to prepare calmly. I'll go to the outside world to attract their attention. When everything is ready, we'll descend like heavenly soldiers and divine generals into the Northern Plains and annihilate the Wang Clan!"
"Young brother, what do you plan to do?" an old man asked.
Ye Fan said, "The Wang Clan's clan master has come to the Southern Ridge and is a guest at the Demon Emperor Hall. I'm going to kill him!"
"What? That bastard leader is in our Southern Ridge? The Demon Emperor Hall is a very fearsome place. Gather the men immediately and go chop him alive!" These people immediately started shouting, unable to sit still.
"A mere Wang Clan master—no need for you seniors to act. I'll go alone and take his head!" Ye Fan's words were resolute and forceful.
"Good! A hero emerges from youth!"
"Elders, just focus on gathering your forces and preparing for the great campaign to annihilate the Wang Clan in the Northern Plains. I'll go take the Wang Clan master's head." With that, Ye Fan left, heading alone for the Demon Emperor Hall.
"Damn! My old war blood is boiling too! This time, it's finally my turn to step up! Count me in for the Northern Plains campaign! But first, I'm going with Young Master Ye to the Demon Emperor Hall to kill someone!" Li Tian howled.
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