For him, the loss of every fellow tribesman was a deep and personal pain.
Therefore, he could no longer endure, his voice thunderous, black hair wildly dancing like a feral beast as he charged toward Lu Qingshan.
Boom!
A thunderbolt surged forth in response, closing in on Lu Qingshan's face in an instant.
Lu Qingshan's expression turned serious as he swiftly brandished the Dragon Sparrow sword in his hand to meet the thunderbolt.
The thunderbolt was slashed apart by a single stroke.
He could not use his Flying Sword right now, nor could he slice with Sword Qi.
It made sense for Youxiong Hao to wield a sword as a weapon after a hundred years away from the tribe, but it would be too outrageous if he started to deploy Flying Swords or generate Sword Qi.
Whether it was the inheritance, the Sword Artifact, or an issue of natural talent, all of these had blocked the path of sword cultivation for the Barbarian Tribe.
