Above the wilderness, in the morning sunlight, before the eyes of the tribespeople, four grassland warriors engaged in a life-and-death battle.
One side, at the initial stage of Inner Qi, was commanded by a Centurion with two pinnacle body-refining warriors, the Chieftain's in-laws—loyal and sharing in honor and disgrace. They had to step forward; otherwise, the new Chieftain would never spare both of them.
On the other side stood a young swordsman, alone, also at the initial stage of Inner Qi.
Unwilling to take risks, the Chieftain had stirred up trouble once, but just as twenty years ago when he had challenged the previous Chieftain, the herdsmen watched with cold eyes, not involving themselves; all previous oaths of loyalty were a joke.
Blood was scattered, a sword-wielding arm was thrown into the air, falling to the ground as warriors wailed in agony.
Jiang Ding watched the scene indifferently.
