The Apocalypse’s Great Merchant

When the man fell, everyone froze.

Immediately afterwards, they discovered that a large amount of blood overflowed from the fingers of the man covering his neck, and his palms were dyed blood red in an instant.

He had his throat cut!

The frightening thing is that they didn't see how the other party moved at all!

The patriarch of the Wanshan Tribe looked at Jun Tianheng vigilantly, his whole body tensed up: "Who the hell are you?"

"Death, or surrender, I only count three. Three—"

"Go to hell!" How could the chief of the Wanshan tribe accept his fate? He yelled loudly, stomped his right foot on the ground, jumped into the air with his strength, and swung his huge ax to slash at Jun Tianheng fiercely.

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 towards him, and there was a bloody hole in his body instantly, and the burst of energy was like a ball with a hole in it, It was removed in a 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, click!"

There was a series of crisp sounds, and there were spider web-like cracks on the stone slab under him, which shows how powerful it was when it fell just now!

"You...how...how can you be so strong?" The patriarch of the Wanshan Tribe fell heavily, but his eyes were fixed on Jun Tianheng, "Your level must be higher than mine, you have already stepped out Is that step right? Tell me quickly!"

"two--"

"I……"

"one!"

At the same time Jun Tianheng said the word "one", the patriarch of the Wanshan Tribe's face changed suddenly, and he said quickly: "I choose to surrender!"

"Patriarch!"

The people around exclaimed in unison, and they all looked at him in disbelief, obviously they didn't expect their boss to give up so quickly.

The patriarch of the Wanshan Tribe has a hard time.

If he could, how could he be willing to be a slave? But the strength of the opponent is far above him, if he does not surrender, there is only death waiting for him!

What's more, he has been stuck at the high-level peak for too long, but this person's level is clearly above him. If he follows this person, maybe he may be promoted in the future!

Compared with the patriarch of the Jufeng tribe, his vision is obviously far-reaching. So after realizing that he was not an opponent, he decisively chose to surrender.

Jun Tianheng didn't care what he was thinking, seeing that he was willing to surrender, he took out the master-servant scroll and completed the master recognition ceremony.

The patriarch of the Wanshan Tribe did not resist, he obediently surrendered his blood, and recognized Jun Tianheng as his master.

Although the others were dissatisfied, the matter had come to an end, and it was useless for them to stop them.

Of course, these people didn't have the guts to stop them.

This place does not have any foolish and loyal thinking of "the master humiliates the subject to death", the more powerful the more powerful the more he wants to survive. If not, they would not persecute those women, disregarding their life and death, and only use them as tools for promotion, life preservation and reproduction.

Rather than breeding offspring, they care more about promotion and life-saving.

Those present were all high-level fighters, even if they were not as good as the patriarch, they could still see Jun Tianheng's strength and cold-bloodedness.

No one wants to follow in the footsteps of that unlucky guy just now.

The patriarch of the Wanshan tribe became Jun Tianheng's slave in this way, and if he was taken down, the entire Wanshan tribe would be taken down as well.

Jun Tianheng selected some excellent fighters from the remaining senior fighters as slaves. So far, no one in the Wanshan Tribe dared to resist.

Lan Ke didn't intervene in the whole process, and sat on the back of the carved beast, watching all this with cold eyes.

After the Wanshan Tribe was completely conquered, she asked, "How many women are there in the tribe?"

The patriarch of the Wanshan tribe is called Wanshan. He heard what Lang Ke said, but he didn't want to pay attention to it. Even though he recognized Jun Tianheng as the master, he still looked down on Lan Ke, a woman.

It's just a woman, so what if she looks beautiful? He might die someday.

At this time, he hadn't realized that Jun Tianheng and Lan Ke were not from this world, and subconsciously regarded Jun Tianheng as a higher-level fighter, and Lan Ke was Jun Tianheng's favorite woman.

Everyone knows that the higher the level of the fighter, the more violent the Yuanli riot will be, and the faster the women around him will die.

So in Wan Shan's view, it is hard to say that Lan Ke can stay with Jun Tianheng for a few days.

He naturally doesn't pay attention to a person who knows he will die.

Little did he know that he would be severely slapped in the face soon.

Before Jun Tianheng could teach a lesson, Lan Ke had already stood up from the carved beast's back, and with a mace in his hand, he pointed at Wanshan condescendingly: "Didn't you hear what I asked you just now?"

Wan Shan was taken aback when he saw the mace in Lan Ke's hand.

At first, this thing looks really hideous, and there are still blood stains on it.

Secondly, this thing looks heavy, but Lan Ke can easily hold it in his hand, which is a bit strange.

Wan Shan's heart skipped a beat, regretting his rudeness just now.

But he still didn't quite believe how powerful Lan Ke could be as a woman.

He took a cautious look at Jun Tianheng, seeing that he didn't seem to be angry, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and at the same time became more courageous.

Then, he saw Lan Ke jumped off the carved beast and came to him like lightning!

Fuck! So fast!

The ferocious mace pierced the air and struck swiftly. The distance was too close, and it was too late for Wan Shan to make another move, so he could only roll on the spot, dodging the blow embarrassingly.

But even if he dodged the mace, he still felt a stabbing pain in his back, as if he had been cut.

As if to test his guess, just as he thought of this, he heard his subordinates exclaim: "Patriarch, your back is injured!"

Injuried? How can it be? He obviously avoided it!

Wan Shan instinctively wiped his back with his backhand, and sure enough he felt warm blood.

He turned over quickly and looked at Lan Ke in horror: "How can you be so strong?"

Isn't this person a woman?

Wan Shan glanced at Lan Ke's chest, and immediately denied this guess, but he was even more puzzled in his heart.

This person is clearly a woman, how could she be so strong? Can women also practice? How can this be!

Wan Shan thought about it and felt his head was about to explode, but he still couldn't think of the reason.

At this time, Lan Ke spoke again: "How many women are there in the tribe?"

Wan Shan didn't dare to neglect any more, and replied honestly: "Including the female doll, there are a total of eight hundred and seventy-three people."

When Lan Ke heard this answer, he laughed mockingly: "It seems that you are counting every day."

If not, how could this person report the exact number without even thinking about it?

Women are easy to die, and female dolls are even more likely to die young, even if this is a large tribe. Lan Ke believed that the people here would count the number of women every day.

Wan Shan's face twitched, feeling that Lan Ke's tone was a bit unfriendly, and his heart suddenly felt heavy.

With a headache, it feels like my brain is about to explode.