Chapter Eighty-Five: Mighty Waves

  On the stone steps, Xiao Gu's master, Kuang Feng, and Qin surname elder, as well as several other Xiao Gu power holders stood up, their sharp eyes fixed intently on Man Tian who was lying on the shattered arena!

  "This is... Bone Shield!! A bone shield that has been refined with a skeleton as its embryo? Is this child a Forging Master?" Little Gu's voice was filled with surprise and shock.

  Mr. Qin took a deep breath, his eyes burning with excitement, and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Luo, is this the surprise you were talking about? He... he actually cultivated the Bone Shield?! If Master Shu finds out, she'll definitely come here to snatch him away."

  And that old man named Mo Xing was shocked, Yin Yu's eyes staring at the bone shield transformed by Man Tian's left hand.

  Lao did not speak, his eyes fixed on the barbarian's bone shield, and he secretly wiped a sweat for the barbarian! The small sword used by the Red Dragon is not a real sword. This kind of small sword is rare in Nanman, it is a special sword symbol of the Eastern Territory cultivator, with the attack power of the cultivator on it. What made Lao let out a sigh of relief was that the grade of this sword symbol was not high.

  Man Tian's face was deathly pale, with beads of sweat the size of beans bursting out from his pores. The intense pain made his head spin, and his entire body couldn't help but tremble! Seeing the fist-sized blood hole in the center of the bone shield transformed by his left hand, Man Tian gritted his teeth, took out the medicinal pill given to him by Bai Xian'er, and swallowed it all at once. He slowly stood up, staring at the shocked face of Chi Long! Letting out a low growl, a silver-white glow burst forth from his body, and an ominous blood aura appeared. The Ancestor Ape stood horizontally in mid-air, floating amidst the silver-white glow.

  The scarlet gaze stared at the Red Dragon, the barbaric footsteps were long and slow, slowly approaching the Red Dragon. The condensed blood veins that accompanied the barbaric footsteps surprisingly separated bit by bit, finally turning into countless textures. These textures surprisingly became an independent small shadow, resembling a miniature version of the ancestral ape's shadow.

  The Red Dragon's body trembled slightly as he gazed at the bone shield conjured by Mo Tian's left hand. A surge of fear welled up in his heart. Although he possessed the White Silver Bloodline, its power was not particularly strong, or perhaps he had yet to tap into its full potential like Zhan Xiong and Yuan Zheng. Nevertheless, the fact that the White Silver Bloodline flowed within him signified that his latent potential was immense.

  Of course, Red Dragon has great potential, but it's just potential. The potential is huge, but it depends on whether it can be tapped!

  At this time, the Red Dragon had not yet truly dug. He was shocked by the Barbarian Heaven Bone Shield, especially when he saw that the bone shield actually withstood a sword symbol strike, making him feel as if he had been struck by five thunders.

  How can the sword symbol be compared to the Blood Phase One Strike that was actually withstood by the Barbarian Heaven?

  The shock in Red Dragon's heart was written all over his face, and the will to fight that had disappeared without a trace due to Mo Tian's Bone Shield.

  It's not just the Red Dragon, the crows and sparrows below are silent, all eyes are focused on Man Tian's body. Some of the Li Feng disciples almost went crazy, shouting in horror: "Bone Shield!! This Man Tian is a Power Forger!! The legendary Power Forger!!"

  One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the entire square suddenly boiled over. Many disciples had never truly seen a Power Forger before, but the name of the Power Forger was deeply ingrained in every single Southern Barbarian's heart! On the historical stage of the Southern Barbarians, there were too many astonishing Power Forgers who shocked the world! And at this moment, a Power Forger actually appeared right before their eyes, and what's more, he possessed the legendary Bone Shield with boundless power?

  "I actually saw the Bone Shield with my own eyes!! The Bone Shield mentioned in that ancient book really exists!"

  "How did he manage to forge such a powerful bone shield with his bones as the embryo?!"

  "Power cultivators!! Even the Xiao Gu Zong has power cultivators!"

  "Am I dreaming? How can this brute possibly be a cultivator?"

  If it's about forging, many barbarians still think of pattern forging today. It can also be said that now there is almost no distinction between pattern forging and power forging, because the vast majority of southern barbarians are pattern forgers, and power forgers are too few to be forgotten. However, this does not mean that people have forgotten about power forgers. On the contrary, the barbarians not only did not forget but also revered power forgers as legendary forgers!!

  A terrifying existence that forges an unparalleled divine sword with its physical body as the embryo.

  "Bone shield... Power tempering!! Is this the true purpose of Mo Tian's choice of tempering? Mo Tian, is actually a power temperer!" Xiong Yue said with a trembling tone, at this moment, he was excited beyond compare, his fists clenched tightly, his body couldn't help but tremble.

  "Who would have thought that I, Xiong Hong, actually had a brother who was a martial artist?" Xiong Hong was almost speechless.

  Bai Xian'er's red lips were slightly parted, her left hand covering the tender and delicate red lips that seemed to be on the verge of dripping. She stared blankly at the bone shield conjured by Mo Tian's left hand.

  The barbarian pillar's fists were clenched tightly, his body trembling, and his eyes shot out excited light. Finally, the barbarian pillar seemed to have made some kind of decision, he bowed his head and said a few words to Xiong Yue before turning around and leaving.

  Xiong was stunned and stared at the back of Manzhu in astonishment, but didn't think much of it.

  The barbarian column left, leaving without any regret. His previous hesitation and struggle all turned into determination at this moment!!

  Before, he was worried that Mantian would fight against the Red Dragon and worried that Mantian could not win! So, he had been quietly watching the competition. But now, after Mantian showed all his strength, Manzhu finally felt at ease. He knew that no matter whether Mantian won or lost, Mantian's path would surely be glorious.

  Since that's the case, he doesn't need to worry about Man Tian anymore, so he chose to leave! He left at the most critical moment for Man Tian. He didn't want to be a regret or burden for Man Tian; instead, he wanted to be a brother who fought alongside him!

  He is about to embark on an uncertain path.

  This road is fraught with danger.

  Be brave and dare to use nine deaths to gamble for this life!

  Because this world has nothing left for him to regret.

  The tyrant on the stage did not notice the departure of the barbaric pillar. At this time, he only had one thought: to kill the red dragon!!

  Step by step approaching, the momentum of the tyrant has already reached an extreme point.

  The terrified Red Dragon saw the approaching Savage Heaven, his whole body trembling, he felt the breath of death, for the first time, he was so close to death, he sensed the killing intent in Savage Heaven's eyes, and he also knew that Savage Heaven would kill him without hesitation.

  "But I don't want to die!!" A desperate unwillingness rose from the depths of the Red Dragon's soul, and this desperation actually caused his entire body to shine with a brilliant silver-white light once again. This time, his Bloodline Totem, the giant lion, let out a mighty roar towards the sky, and the originally ordinary red lion was now surrounded by raging flames that seemed to touch the heavens.

  At this moment, the Red Dragon actually forced out its Bloodline Power.

  "Useless! Today, you must die!" The Savage Heaven sensed the change in the Red Dragon, his voice was as gloomy as ever, his speed suddenly accelerated, his left hand transformed into a shield, his right hand condensed the power of decay, and with a leap into the air, he slapped his palm towards the Red Dragon's skull.

  "Little one, a disciple of the ancient sect's inner door, can you kill whoever you want?"