* 割风刃: gē fēng rèn, lit. blade that could cut through wind.

Chang Geng wasn't able to react at first. Not long after, his back suddenly stiffened - demon crow!

That's right, fourteen years ago, in the Northern Expedition, the Black Iron Camp rushed straight into the Northern Barbarian savanna, like a black whirlwind; the barbarians resented and feared them and had given them the name 'demon crow'.

The man in black armor did not pay any regard to it, and cooly reminded Chang Geng: "Hold on tight."

The scarred man screamed, and four other well-trained barbarian warriors surged forward along with him. Swords slashed out in all four directions. A dark purple light flashed under the feet of the black-armored man; he dexterously drilled through the gap of the slashes and leaped up onto the already collapsed roof of the Xu's house. As soon as he landed, though the left shoulder that currently carried Chang Geng remained motionless, the right half suddenly turned at a dazzling speed, the 'iron rod' in his hand appearing like an illusion.

Chang Geng's eyes widened as managed to see a blade at the head of the rod that the man in black armor was using. The whirlwind-like blade slashed down, and the barbarian soldiers who charged forward were unable to dodge. They took a direct hit on the chest, and the golden box at the center of their armor exploded instantly; the Ziliujin inside burst into a terrifying blaze, blowing up the body of that giant monster into little pieces.

Hot blood splashed onto Chang Geng's face. He controlled himself with everything he had, barely maintaining his unmoving look. His hand clung tightly to the corner of the black armor.

This was...the legendary Black Iron Camp that could pit one against thousands; there was no obstacle they couldn't conquer.

The barbarians recognized the wide gap between their skills and their opponents, they no longer dared to fight alone. They exchanged looks with each other. At the same time, they all ran out of Xiu Niang's chamber, scattered in several directions, and bounced onto the roof.

One person rushed to the foot of the black-armored man, slashing at the joints of his legs. One person swung his sword towards the man's head, sealing off his escape route. The other one aimed right at the golden box at the heart of his black armor.

After losing one arm, the scarred man took more than ten steps back. He lifted his remaining arm, opening the compartment at the front of it. A sinister arrowhead was ready to move, aiming right at Chang Geng, who was being carried on the man's shoulder.

These barbarians had gone hunting together since childhood, in surrounding and killing, their teamwork was unmatched.

Murderous intent soared through the sky; one could feel all their hairs standing upright.