The man on guard not far away looked at the happy faces of his wife and children, and his face was also full of satisfaction.

Thinking of the spoils he had recently plundered from the Han people, the man smiled, fantasizing about when he could go again.

Suddenly, the Xiongnu man sensed danger approaching. Before he could react, a sharp arrow pierced his neck, and he fell off his horse with wide eyes.

The woman and child not far away also noticed this scene and began to scream in panic.

Hearing the commotion, the Xiongnu quickly spotted Lü Bu on the earthen mound and then mounted their warhorses and charged towards him.

Seeing the Xiongnu rushing towards him, Lü Bu took out his arrow again, then bent his bow and nocked an arrow.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Arrows whistled through the air; in just five breaths, Lü Bu had fired six arrows, and with each arrow, a Xiongnu soldier fell from his horse.

Although they were shocked by Lü Bu's archery skills, they were also aroused by the ferocity of the Xiongnu.

Soon, the remaining dozen or so Xiongnu rushed up to Lü Bu, who also drew his long sword and charged forward.

Since his brush with death, Lü Bu felt as if he had broken through the critical point his master had mentioned and entered a completely new realm.

In Lü Bu's eyes, these dozen or so people were like targets for sale, whom he could easily kill.

In just a short exchange, Lü Bu killed more than ten of them, and the remaining five Xiongnu were shocked by Lü Bu's ferocity.

In their eyes, Lu Bu, now covered in blood, was not a human being, but a bloodthirsty demon.

However, they did not choose to run away, and instead charged at Lü Bu again without hesitation.

Because they knew they couldn't run away. Their wives, children, and elderly parents were all behind them. If they ran away, this devil in front of them would definitely not let them go. Even if they died, they would kill Lü Bu right here.

Unfortunately, reality was cruel; none of them could last even a single round against Lü Bu, and they were quickly all killed.

Wiping the blood splattered on his face, Lü Bu rode his horse into the tribe.

The woman stared in horror at the young man who had killed her husband, her eyes devoid of sadness or hatred, only tightly clutching her child.

Lu Bu calmly looked at the mother and child before him, noticed the hatred in the child's eyes, and without hesitation, plunged the tip of his knife into the chest of the Xiongnu child.

"Ah! My child!"

The woman cried out in pain, while Lü Bu turned around and walked towards the next tent. Soon, all the men Lü Bu discovered, regardless of age, died under his blade.

Before long, Lü Bu left the tribe, which was now only inhabited by women, and like a lone wolf, continued his journey toward his next prey.