Chapter 41

Zhou Lu has always been someone who gets excited around people; his favorite thing is to have the chance to trample those who are weaker than him after his strength has improved. Today, his dream has finally come true.

The Blood Savages were already despicable, and now, under Zhou Lu's blade, they had become even weaker. Zhou Lu's body trembled as he trampled them, and he was so pleased that he was almost about to climax.

Zhou Lu was not just a valiant archer. His title as a valiant archer was never officially tested; it was merely a presumption based on his extraordinary archery skills.

It was the power form of the Savage Qi Vortex and the ten savage meridians that gave Zhou Lu incredible means in archery. With such a miraculous power form, for Zhou Lu, becoming stronger in archery was just a part of it; his other abilities naturally became extremely strong as well.

Before entering the Array Fire Pavilion, Zhou Lu speculated that his and Hu Biao's absolute strength were roughly equal. However, after absorbing all the energy from the fourth-degree firestorm, Zhou Lu's strength improved at an astonishing rate.

Moreover, through many battles, Zhou Lu gradually mastered the use of the Savage Qi Vortex, gradually unleashing the power of the Dao Savage Realm. Now, he at least had the strength of the seventh level of the Savage Heart Sutra, capable of engaging in a direct confrontation with the Blood Savages.

The saber was Zhou Lu's main weapon, something he had been diligently studying since childhood. Under the control of the ten savage meridians, Zhou Lu's saber skills were incredibly mysterious and unfathomable, not only powerful but also unpredictable. The two Blood Savages were flustered and retreated step by step, screaming in terror.

What was most infuriating was that while fighting, Zhou Lu's mouth was never idle. He cursed the Blood Savages in fluent Savage language, calling their women big-headed and small-hipped, with hard chests like men, making one want to commit suicide upon touching them, and only daring to have sex with their faces covered, moaning like sows during climax, and giving birth to children without anuses, who had to defecate through their mouths.

And the Blood Savage men, in his words, were limp tree bears, with long-term sexual dysfunction leading to women's unfulfilled desires, forcing them to mate with demonic beasts on the wasteland to produce one brood after another of monsters.

Zhou Lu, who was originally a fearless and unscrupulous person, used extremely vicious words and phrases, and it was clear that his verbal abuse was relentless and varied, leaving the Blood Savages covered in dog blood and trembling with anger.

The distant sand bandits also broke out in cold sweat, almost collectively collapsing from the shock of Zhou Lu's witty and vulgar curses.

Although the Heavenly Demon race's battle hunters couldn't understand what Zhou Lu was shouting, they saw the Blood Savages' faces turn increasingly red, eventually as red as if they were bleeding, their attacks and defenses becoming disjointed in their rage. The battle hunters were all extremely surprised.

What was this fat man up to?

With a "ya," Zhou Lu made a feint with his saber, which suddenly flew out of his hand, shooting like a bolt of lightning towards the Blood Savage.

The Blood Savage was greatly startled, both angry and panicked. Did he throw away his saber? Was he giving up his life? What was this kid trying to do? The Blood Savage, caught off guard, frantically swung his bone spear, knocking the saber away.

At this moment, Zhou Lu suddenly shouted, "Chop!"

A spray of blood, and a deep, bone-deep gash appeared on the Blood Savage's shoulder. It was the Blood Savage's back where Lei Meng, under Zhou Lu's torrent of abuse, had stealthily approached and, in a very sinister manner, cooperated with Zhou Lu to chop the Blood Savage.

The Blood Savage was so shocked by the pain that he was terrified. Just now, he had been so enraged by Zhou Lu's abuse that he had almost lost his reason. He never thought it was a deliberate provocation, using words to enrage him and make him lose his vigilance, thus failing to notice the enemy sneaking up from behind.

Caught between two enemies, the injured Blood Savage was dazed. He turned around with a swift motion, thrusting his bone spear fiercely at Lei Meng. In the Blood Savage's mind, at least the fat man had thrown away his saber and was no longer a threat, while the person behind with a saber was much more dangerous.

A barely noticeable whistling sound, and a spiraling arrow pierced deeply into the Blood Savage's back like it was soft mud.

A spray of blood shot out.

The Blood Savage fell to the ground, dying with his eyes wide open. He was filled with hatred; he saw Zhou Lu's saber fly out of his hand and forgot that he still had a bow.

In front of a valiant archer with a bow, no one dared to expose their back, not even the Blood Savages. The Blood Savage, in his carelessness, paid with his life.

Zhou Lu and Lei Meng, both grinning wickedly, came together, one with a saber and the other with a bow, provocatively challenging the remaining Blood Savage. Zhou Lu even waved to Elder Wall not far away, shouting loudly:

"Big Brother, come quickly! Let's three of us gang up and play with this impotent one."

Elder Wall was momentarily stunned, but then a strange and interesting smile appeared on his face. He suddenly found it extremely amusing. Such an unrighteous gang-up was a serious violation of the spirit of a warrior, but today, Elder Wall felt an urgent desire to experience the pleasure of violating the spirit of a warrior.

"Play with that impotent one? It must be very interesting."

Elder Wall, grinning wickedly and licking his lips, quickly ran over, surrounding the remaining, desperate Blood Savage.

The three strong warriors launched a sharp and ruthless attack, and the Blood Savage in the middle occasionally let out a desperate scream, as pitiful as a young wife being raped by a group of thugs.

The battle hunters who were shocked by Zhou Lu's valiance and the array masters on the Array Fire Pavilion were all driven mad.

This damn fat man.

Clearly, your strength is enough to defeat the enemy, but you deliberately use such a despicable way to lure the Blood Savages. Is there any sense of warrior's dignity left?

This is not even the worst part. Look at what you've done to the brave and skilled centurion and the handsome and valiant Big Brother. Three strong warriors surrounding a pitiful, tearful Blood Savage?

Now, looking at the moves of Centurion Lei Meng and Big Brother Elder Wall, they seem to have taken on the low and despicable aura of the fat man.

Misleading the young, everyone who comes into contact with that little rascal is turned into a scoundrel.