[“Eternal Heaven!” “Khan, Great Khan!” Various cries filled the air as you strode towards the palace, a vast sea of ​​blood appearing behind you, from which the wails of countless spirits seemed to emanate.]

"Desert...no, you are not a desert person!" an old wizard's voice cried out in terror. "This face...you are from the Far East! Why would someone from the Far East come here?"

"What nonsense are you spouting?" You slice the wizard's head off with a single stroke, and this rare figure in the royal court who understood one of the three languages ​​fell.

"Heavenly Demon! Heavenly Demon!" From within the palace, a surge of blood energy erupted, and a burly giant burst forth, his outstretched hands larger than an ordinary person's head. He was the Great Khan, the king of the grasslands, possessing the purest and most superior bloodline of this generation.

Although he is only a Grandmaster, he possesses golden bloodline and the "Sun Body" talent bestowed by the Eternal Heaven, which is comparable to that of a Great Grandmaster, making him the strongest person on the grasslands.

With a single strike, you sent the Great Khan flying backward, crashing into the palace like a cannonball, destroying buildings and collapsing pillars. You then blasted through the air to catch up, unleashing another strike that obliterated him.

"Boring, boring, boring!" You seem to have forgotten why you came here in the first place—to pave the way after becoming a Grandmaster. But right now, all you can think about is battle.

[A prince with golden blood, only nine years old, tore off the right arm of a first-rate martial artist during a hand-to-hand combat exercise; a Yabghu (vice king) who roams the world on horseback, single-handedly charging into battle against an army of 100,000.]

[All will become withered corpses beneath your blade.]

You laugh heartily, leap to the top of the palace hall, brandish a blood-stained blade 1.3 meters long, and declare, "I'm in a good mood today; I'll slaughter the entire city without killing anyone shorter than this blade!" You don't care if they understand, but as a benevolent person, you keep your word!

[You placed the knife on the ground and proceeded with the massacre strictly according to the standards. It's just strange that there wasn't a single nomadic person in the entire city who met the requirements.]

Yun Shou: "What are you doing, you bastard? Stand the knife upright right now!"

You journeyed eastward, relentlessly fighting your way through, desperately seeking a powerful opponent but failing to find one. Gradually, the grasslands before you turned to sand, and you entered the desert.

[What came to mind? A simulation from a previous life, yeah, the one where you were slapped to death by a priest from a large desert tribe, ending your young life prematurely.]

Revenge is essential!

After searching through several tribes, you finally found a shaman with whom you could communicate. Through pure coercion, without any inducement, the shaman led you to a large tribe, the head of hundreds of desert tribes.

You glance at the large altar in the distance, nod in satisfaction, and casually kill the shaman who was leading the way. You've already spared his entire tribe; killing him alone is letting him off easy.

[You charged into the tribe alone, making no attempt to conceal your presence. You were discovered by the desert priests almost instantly. They were at least first-rate warriors, the vast majority being martial masters. One by one, they charged out, and one by one, they were killed.]

As for the tribal soldiers... these warriors weren't even qualified to practice secret arts (martial arts). They weren't even third-rate martial artists. Some of them hadn't even realized what was happening before they were blown over by the gust of wind you stirred up as you passed by.

This tribe has nine Grandmasters and one Supreme Grandmaster. They were cultivating in seclusion inside the hundred-meter-high altar when suddenly a deafening thunderclap sounded overhead, as if an earthquake had occurred.

Several grandmasters went out to investigate and their eyes widened in horror: "You are destroying the sacred altar! Every strike you make has cleaved the altar with massive cracks several meters long! This is an altar built of dense sandstone!"

Even though they knew they were no match for you, they still came one after another to their deaths. When it was the Grandmaster/High Priest's turn to act, you realized that this old man was nothing special.

Although his cultivation level is Grandmaster, he is too old, his life force has been greatly diminished, and even the unique golden body of a Grandmaster is incomplete. His combat strength can only be considered half a Grandmaster, far weaker than the white-haired youth you killed, that Great Heavenly God.

"That's it? I thought he was really strong, but he's just low on health."

Yun Shou admitted that this generation of Old Yun, besides being crazy, a serial killer, and having a sharp head, still had some merits.

That's unparalleled combat power. He swept through everything in his path, and there was no question of "I'll explore the environment ahead in my next life," because no one could stop him!

He is like a top-tier detector in a war strategy game, capable of removing the fog of war, tearing away the veil from the strongest people around the world, clarifying their specific strength and ranking, and the basic situation in various places.

Currently, it is known that this world has four major regions: the Three Kingdoms region, the desert region, the grassland region, and the giant island region.

The strongest in the grassland and desert regions are only close to Grandmasters, while in the giant island region, several Grandmasters can be forcibly created using Divine Silver Water.

The Three Kingdoms region is the strongest, and there are at least eight Grandmasters who are still alive—the fourth simulation mentioned eight people, so there should actually be more than ten.

【You kill all the priests, stand on the broken altar and declare that when you slaughter this tribe, you will not kill anyone lower than those wielding a long sword. Having said this, you plunge your long sword into the ground!】

Yun Shou: "Finally, you're acting like a human being."

[That's strange, why isn't there a single person in the tribe who meets the requirements?]

You're perched atop the Jingguan (a mound of corpses), unable to understand.

How do you draw this?

Yun Shou: "???"

He couldn't understand why, despite simulating Lao Yun's hard-won act of kindness, it didn't go through.

Could it be that this tribe only has able-bodied men, and the children have all been sent to other places?

That might be it; it seems that this is what makes the leaders of hundreds of desert tribes unique.

You pulled the knife out and flicked off the stone dust.

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