A northern barbarian let out a wretched scream. "Ahh!"

A streak of saber light flashed past and pierced the northern barbarian. To Lu Changsheng, Organ Refinement martial artists were no threat at all.

He had been roaming the grasslands for nearly an entire day, but he still could not find Fat Butcher or Blind Saberman.

No signs of Fat Butcher or Blind Saberman today. Only a few ordinary Divine Strength Realm martial artists. 

Truth be told, there were ways to force the meeting. He could publicly challenge and wait at a well-known landmark on the Northern Region Battlefield for them to appear. After what he had done to Bone Ascetic, he was certain that they would eventually show up.

However, this would also turn him...