When the man fell, everyone was stunned.
Then they discovered that a large amount of blood was flowing out from between the fingers of the man who was covering his neck, and his palms were dyed blood red in an instant.
His throat was cut!
The scary thing is, they didn't even notice how the other party moved their hands!
The chief of the Wanshan tribe looked at Jun Tianheng warily, his whole body tense: "Who are you?"
"Die or surrender. I will count to three. Three—"
"Go to hell!" How could the chief of the Wanshan tribe just accept his fate? He shouted, stomped his right foot hard on the ground, used the force to jump into the air, and swung his giant axe fiercely at Jun Tianheng.
Jun Tianheng didn't even take out his weapon. He just raised his right hand, put his index finger and middle finger together, and pointed at him. Instantly, a bloody hole appeared on his body. The burst of energy was like a ball with a hole in it, and it was completely discharged in the blink of an eye.
Without the support of Yuanli, he could no longer stay in the air and soon fell heavily, hitting the stone floor with a bang.
“Crack, crack!”
Crisp sounds rang out one after another, and spider-web-like cracks appeared on the stone slab beneath him, which showed how much force he had used when he fell just now!
"You...how...how can you be so strong?" The chief of the Wanshan tribe fell heavily, but his eyes were fixed on Jun Tianheng. "Your level must be higher than mine. You have already taken that step, right? Tell me now!"
"two-"
"I… "
"one!"
As Jun Tianheng said the word "one", the face of the chief of the Wanshan tribe suddenly changed, and he said quickly: "I choose to surrender!"
“Chief!”
The people around him exclaimed in unison and looked at him in disbelief. They obviously didn't expect their boss to give in so quickly.
The chief of the Wanshan tribe had a hard time expressing his concerns.
If he could, why would he be willing to be someone's slave? But the other party's strength was far superior to his, if he didn't surrender, he would only have death waiting for him!
What's more, he has been stuck at the peak of the advanced level for too long, but this person's level is clearly above his. If he follows this person, maybe he will have the possibility of advancement in the future!
Compared with the chief of the Jufeng tribe, his vision was obviously more far-sighted. So after realizing that he was no match for him, he decisively chose to surrender.
Jun Tianheng didn't care what he thought. Seeing that he was willing to surrender, he took out the master-servant scroll and completed the master recognition ceremony.
The chief of the Wanshan tribe did not resist. He obediently handed over his blood and recognized Jun Tianheng as his master.
Although others were dissatisfied, things had come to this point and there was no point in them stopping it.
Of course, these people didn't have the courage to stop it.
There is no such thing as the blind loyalty of "the master humiliates the servant and the servant dies" in this place. The stronger the power, the more they want to survive. Otherwise, they would not persecute those women, regardless of their life or death, and only regard them as tools for promotion, survival and reproduction.
Rather than bearing offspring, they care more about advancement and saving their lives.
All those present were high-level warriors. Even if they were not as powerful as the clan leader, they could see how powerful and cold-blooded Jun Tianheng was.
No one wants to follow in the footsteps of the unlucky guy just now.
The chief of the Wanshan tribe became Jun Tianheng's slave. By taking him down, the entire Wanshan tribe would almost be taken down as well.
Jun Tianheng picked out some outstanding senior warriors from the remaining ones and made them slaves. From then on, no one in the Wanshan tribe dared to resist.
Lan Ke did not intervene in the whole process. She just sat on the back of the eagle and watched everything coldly.
After the Wanshan tribe was completely conquered, she asked, "How many women are there in the tribe?"
The chief of the Wanshan tribe was called Wanshan. He heard Lan Ke's words, but didn't want to pay much attention to them. Even though he recognized Jun Tianheng as his leader, he still looked down on Lan Ke.
She's just a woman, so what if she's pretty? She might die someday.
At this time, he had not yet realized that Jun Tianheng and Lan Ke were not from this world. He subconsciously regarded Jun Tianheng as a more advanced warrior, and Lan Ke as the woman that Jun Tianheng had his eyes on.
Everyone knows that the higher the level of a warrior, the more severe the Yuanli riot will be, and the faster the women around him will die.
Therefore, in Wanshan's opinion, it is hard to say how many days Lan Ke can stay with Jun Tianheng.
He naturally doesn't care about a person who he knows will die.
But he soon got slapped in the face.
Before Jun Tianheng could teach him a lesson, Lan Ke had already stood up from the back of the eagle beast, holding a mace in her hand, and pointed at Wan Shan condescendingly: "Didn't you hear me when I asked you a question just now?"
Wanshan was stunned when he saw the mace in Lan Ke's hand.
First of all, this thing looks really ferocious, and there are blood stains on it.
Secondly, this thing looks heavy, but Lan Ke can hold it easily in his hand, which is really weird.
Wanshan's heart skipped a beat and he regretted his rudeness just now.
But he still didn't quite believe how powerful a woman like Lan Ke could be.
He glanced at Jun Tianheng cautiously, and seeing that he didn't seem angry, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and at the same time became bolder.
Then, he saw Lan Ke jumping off the back of the eagle beast and coming in front of him like lightning!
Wow! Such a fast speed!
The ferocious mace cut through the air and attacked with great swiftness. However, the distance was too close and it was too late for Wanshan to attack again. He could only roll on the ground and dodge the attack in a desperate manner.
But even though he dodged the mace, he still felt a stinging pain in his back, as if he had been cut.
As if to verify his guess, he just thought of this and heard his men exclaim: "Chief, your back is injured!"
Injured? How is that possible? He clearly dodged it!
Wanshan instinctively reached back with his hand and felt warm blood.
He quickly turned over and got up, looking at Lan Ke in shock: "How can you be so strong?"
Isn't this person a woman
Wanshan glanced at Lan Ke's chest and immediately denied this guess, but he became even more confused.
This person is obviously a woman, how can she be so strong? Can women also practice? How is this possible!
Wanshan thought about it over and over again and felt like his head was about to explode, but he still couldn't figure out the reason.
At this time, Lan Ke spoke again: "How many women are there in the tribe?"
Wan Shan dared not neglect the matter any longer and replied honestly, "Including the girls, there are a total of 873 people."
Lan Ke laughed sarcastically when she heard this answer: "It seems that you are doing statistics every day."
If not, how could this person accurately report specific numbers without even having to think about it
Women are easy to die, and baby girls are even more likely to die young, even in a large tribe. Lan Ke believes that the people here will definitely count the number of women every day.
Wanshan's face twitched. He felt that Lan Ke's tone was a little unfriendly, and his heart suddenly felt heavy.