Barbarian King

Whoosh!

Bang bang bang bang...

A brilliant red stream of light sliced through the horde of powerful Barbarians.

In an instant, over three hundred of them were flung into the air, their bodies erupting into a crimson mist that rained down on the battlefield.

"Coordinates 73254.77547, 73253.77547... Nine targets, distance 72 centimeters, 71 centimeters. Estimated approach in 0.8 seconds... interval difference of 0.12 seconds."

"Coordinates 79457.75447, armor-piercing arrow. Coordinates 794447.75874, armor-piercing crossbow. Estimated approach in one second."

Perched atop a high peak, the Data King Dharma Demon rattled off a string of threat assessments to Lan Xingyue, his voice flat and serious.

He had to admit, his master’s power far exceeded his initial projections. Thirty minutes had passed since the battle began. According to his precise calculations, the Barbarians had already lost 7,192 warriors.

Meanwhile, his master, Lan Xingyue, had suffered nothing more than a tear in her red mage robe and a light splatter of blood across her face.

Other than that, she was completely unharmed.

Of course, her incredible success was partly due to his assistance, which allowed her to preemptively avoid danger.

Still, her performance was a testament to her overwhelming power.

The Data King Dharma Demon knew this was far from enough, however.

The Barbarians had thick hides and high levels. The weakest among them, the axe-soldiers, were Level 60, while the leaders were so powerful their levels were displayed only as question marks.

Even the lowest-level Barbarian axe-soldier had 36,000 health points, with physical and magic defense three times higher than that of ordinary monsters.

He had also observed that all the Barbarians possessed the Counter Shock and Giant Strength talents. While Counter Shock was useless against a mage, Giant Strength added a dangerous resonance effect to their attacks, which had given his master some trouble.

Clang clang clang...

Just as the Barbarian axe-soldiers brought their weapons down, thirty-six ice walls, each three feet high, erupted from the ground in eight directions around Lan Xingyue, blocking the attacks.

The sudden appearance of the walls also stunned eighteen Barbarians within a three-meter radius for one second.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

At that moment, three giant crossbow bolts tore through the air, carrying immense penetrating power. They slammed into the ice walls, instantly shattering them into countless fragments.

Carrying their momentum, the giant bolts continued their trajectory toward Lan Xingyue from three different directions.

The Barbarian crossbowmen were certain they would finally kill this insane woman.

Bang!

Lan Xingyue stomped her right foot on the ground. A crimson flame immediately blazed to life beneath her bare sole.

A violent tornado of flame erupted with her at its center, instantly sweeping across a hundred-meter radius.

Roar!

The inferno spread in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, the three giant crossbow bolts were incinerated. The ice fragments evaporated. The remaining ice walls shattered. Within the hundred-meter blast zone, 187 Barbarian axe-soldiers vanished without a trace.

The ground was scorched black. Nothing living remained. There was only a lone figure in red, standing barefoot amidst the devastation.

The wind gusted, scattering ashes that settled on Lan Xingyue’s robe. The fine black powder couldn't begin to conceal her peerless beauty.

The surrounding Barbarians stared, frozen in shock.

Their horrified gazes were locked on the seemingly fragile human woman. The Barbarians had always revered strength. Living in the savage lands, they had little contact with other races.

Though they often clashed with nearby human tribes, those humans had always proven fragile and weak before their immense strength.

It had led them to believe that all humans were physically frail weaklings.

They simply couldn't imagine how such a petite woman could unleash such terrifying power.

In the Barbarian camp within the Willow God Mountain Range, Shaman Pulo leaned on his staff. Behind a strange mask, he let out a sigh of disbelief.

"The Barbarian tribe deployed two hundred thousand warriors to crush a single enemy. Every human city we passed scattered in fear. I thought our king was making a fuss over nothing… yet here we are, held at bay on this pathetic hillside by a single human woman."

Looking at the images reflected in the shamanic mirror conjured by his sorcery, Pulo truly struggled to believe his own eyes.

"Shaman Lord, this human woman is impressive."

The Barbarian leader, Tyr'dal, the 327th Barbarian King, grinned with excitement.

"I want her. Make it happen."

He stared at the shaman, his voice low and commanding.

"The last time you acted, you helped me capture the ancient city of the Xia clan. I trust your sorcery has only grown stronger since then. This shouldn't take you long."

Tyr'dal's cold, sharp gaze fixed on Pulo.

"Don't keep me waiting, Shaman Lord."