Tang Zhen had displayed his enemy's head and refined it into a weapon. This was not only a display of his strength, but it was also a form of provocation.
The cultivators of the tribes would definitely not remain unmoved.
Sure enough, after Tang Zhen arrived, not only did the cultivators of loucheng pay attention to him, but the cultivators of the tribes also had gloomy gazes.
They stared intently at Tang Zhen. Their gazes were as sharp as knives, and they wished they could cut Tang Zhen into a thousand pieces.
"Then cultivator, do you know that two of the heads behind you belong to my clansmen?"
A super expert spoke. His voice was as cold as a bone-chilling wind, and it carried an irrepressible hatred.
Tang Zhen looked at the other party and softly sneered.
"If you want to take revenge for your tribesmen, you can do it at any time. Otherwise, there's no need to waste any more words."
