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Tianxia Buwu remained silent, his eyes filled with determination.

He channeled all his blood energy, pouring all his power into this punch, and smashed it towards the Honghou commander in front of him.

That's the advantage of being a player.

Anyway, he'll be a hero again in six hours.

When players realize they are doomed, they will never lack the courage to fight back.

Unfortunately, the difference in strength between him and the Hou tribe's centurion in front of him was simply too great.

Honghou did not appear to be prepared for battle; in fact, it could be said that he intentionally allowed Tianxiabuwu to unleash such a full-force attack.

Calmly watching the fist hurtling towards his face, Honghou slowly raised one palm.

There was no wind, no howling, only pure and indestructible strength.

bang~

After a dull, teeth-grinding thud.

Tianxia Buyu felt as if he had punched a steel pillar. The terrifying recoil caused his bare bones to pierce through his flesh at his elbow.

The fist instantly became a bloody mess, with the ruptured blood vessels, flesh, and finger bones all mixed together, a sight that made one's scalp tingle.

In his daze, he could hear his own bones groaning under the unbearable weight.

This is the terror of reaching the end of the Steel Bone Realm.

All 206 bones in Honghou's body have been tempered, and he has basically honed this realm to its limit.

Such an exaggerated difference.

To be honest, under normal circumstances, Tianxia Buyu wouldn't even be qualified to fight Honghou.

Are you satisfied now?

The commander of the Honghou tribe smiled faintly: "Now, I'll trouble you to die quietly."

Before he finished speaking, he no longer concealed his aura, and a violent heat wave swept out, making it seem as if Tianxia Buyu would be crushed to pieces under this omnipresent pressure at any moment.

"During the Chinese New Year, I watched my brother-in-law play in the Duel Arena. His White Mask never lost when he had four beans left."

At this moment, Tianxia Buwu was in the mood to say things that Honghou, the commander of a thousand, couldn't understand.

He staggered back a few steps, his injured arm hanging loosely to one side, but his blood was boiling like a furnace, ready to make a final, moth-to-a-flame desperate attempt.

Just then.

The world suddenly fell silent.

The overwhelming "momentum" of the Honghou commander, which had suffocated the entire world, was instantly severed as if by an invisible hand.

Faced with this sudden turn of events, both the human and the beast instinctively turned their heads to look.

Without making any noticeable noise, they intuitively realized the location of the aura.

He was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man.

He strolled leisurely from the distant horizon.

He was dressed in faded gray hemp clothes, straw sandals, and animal skin wrapped around his calves.

His steps appeared slow, like an ordinary old farmer taking a stroll along the edge of a field.

Yet every step he took seemed to strike the hearts of the onlookers, triggering a palpitation that seemed to come from nowhere.

For the first time, the expression on Honghou's face changed drastically. Even though Tianxia Buyu couldn't understand their language, he could still see disbelief and deep fear in Honghou's eyes.

A moment later, Honghou retreated rapidly in the opposite direction without regard for its own health, without even having time to utter a harsh word.

It was obvious that Honghou had already recognized the newcomer's identity.

In fact, on such a large battlefield, you may not know others, but you must keep in mind who the top experts in the opposing camp are.

Mountains and rivers.

He was the second-ranking officer in the Ministry of War.

He is undoubtedly the third most important person in the entire Shanyun Military Department.

Faced with such a being, Honghou had no intention of getting entangled; his mind was filled with only one thought: "escape."

Shanhe did not rush to pursue and kill, but instead came to Tianxia Buyu's side.

Only now, after the world is united with the military, can one get a close look at the middle-aged man in front of him.

He is indeed very ordinary, with a square face, the kind of person who would be hard to spot in a crowd.

"Young man, are you frightened?" Shanhe's voice was gentle, like a neighbor asking a younger person, without a trace of murderous intent.

Tianxia Buyu was shaken.

Even if he couldn't understand what the other person was saying, he could still feel a sense of care from this middle-aged man.

Although Tianxia Buwu is not young, he is a pure martial artist.

Suddenly, he felt an indescribable mix of bittersweet emotions welling up inside him.

He opened his mouth, unsure how to react.

Shanhe smiled slightly, turned around and looked in the direction Honghou had fled, his tone suddenly changing.

"Bullying the weak, how dare you even think of stifling a genius of my human race?"

His voice wasn't loud to Tianxia Buwu, but it clearly reached the ears of the fleeing Honghou in the distance, carrying an undeniable majesty.

Honghou's face was gloomy. He didn't dare to slow down and didn't have time to accuse Shanhe of double standards.

A hint of disdain flashed in Shanhe's eyes. He was certain that the Hou tribe's centurion could not escape from his grasp.

Even among the commanders of ten thousand men in the Ministry of War, Shanhe was among the strongest.

He raised his hand and slowly grasped at Honghou, which had already fled to the point of being just a small black dot.

There was no earth-shattering commotion, nor any dazzling brilliance.

Only an invisible, heavy pressure suddenly converged on Honghou.

"You—!" The commander of the Honghou tribe was horrified, his blood surging wildly as he tried to resist.

However, his power was as childish and laughable as a toddler in the face of such terrifying might, leaving him no room for resistance whatsoever.

Honghou was struck as if by lightning, his whole body trembled violently, and then he froze in place.

The squeezing forces coming from all directions caused him to bleed profusely, and he was on the verge of death.

If the spring scenery of the campus were nearby, one could probably tell that this technique originated from the "Martial Arts Body Forging Manual".

It was unleashed by mountains and rivers that were close to the Sizang Realm, and it was almost like the power of ghosts and gods.

"Shanhe! How dare you venture deep into our territory alone! Our army is upon you immediately!"

Honghou attempted to force Shanhe to retreat through words.

Unfortunately, it didn't have much effect.

The hand that Shanhe had been holding tightly finally gripped tightly, crushing Honghou's body completely.

Blood dripped down in a steady stream.

The invisible force dissipated, and the silent corpse of the Honghou fell to the ground with a thud.

Shanhe didn't look in that direction again, but gently patted Tianxia Buyu's arm: "It's alright, young man."

He wore a kind smile, as if the powerful figure who had just crushed the Hou tribe's centurion from afar had nothing to do with him.

Tenka Fubu looked utterly shocked and bewildered.

He guessed that the middle-aged man was strong, but he didn't expect him to be this ridiculously strong.

This is to an incomprehensible degree, isn't it?

The centurions I'd seen before, no matter how tough they were, were at least understandable; they were simply physically stronger and more powerful.

But the middle-aged man standing in front of him now displayed skills that could be described as divine.