Zhou Fan was so swaying that the spies from the Feishou clan soon discovered him.

The seven spies did not speak, and their heads broke from their necks at the first moment, and then shot towards Zhou Fan.

Don’t underestimate the flying heads of the Feishu clan. The more powerful flying heads can even penetrate a mountain easily, and the hardness is comparable to that of the magic weapon and is the basis for the survival of the Feishu clan.

Zhou Fan had no intention of dodging, he just slashed out with one knife.

Dozens of quick swords roared away, and the flying head, which was originally hard to hurt, was easily cut by the swords roar.

As soon as Fei's head was cut open, blood spurted out from the skull cavity of the seven spies and they fell to the ground.

If the Feitou is broken, they will also die, and the Feitou is related to their lives.

The spies further away discovered this scene. They did not dare to fly out their heads rashly, but shouted loudly at the language of the barbarian monster tribe that Zhou Fan did not understand. Some of them took out the horn and blew it up.

The loud horn whine spread throughout the Feishou clan.

Zhou Fan did not move forward any further, but just stood there and watched calmly.

More and more flying skulls rushed out. Most of them were wearing thick animal skins to keep warm. They were not holding any weapons on their bodies. Someone shouted loudly, and then dozens of heads flew up and flew towards Zhou Fan at an unimaginable speed.

Zhou Fan just raised his eyebrows, and his rust knife slashed out again. Countless fast swords flew, cutting the flying head open. In the blink of an eye, dozens of flying skull people died because of losing their heads.

"Don't come and give the heads to you, let your tribe grow out." Zhou Fan said softly. Although his voice seemed light, it reached the ears of all the people in the Flying Skull tribe.

The people from the Feishou Clan were not shocked, but instead made louder shouts.

No wonder Qian Feifei said that these monsters were savage and aggressive... Zhou Fan thought with a cold face.

After all, no head flew out again, and a path was separated from the crowd, and more than a dozen people walked out of it.

The dozen people exuded a strong aura, led by a middle-aged man with a beard and an old man with a cane.

The old man was so old that his hair fell out, only his sparse eyebrows.

The middle-aged man looked at Zhou Fan coldly. He spoke the Feishu clan language, but Zhou Fan couldn't understand it, but he believed that someone in the Feishu clan such a large tribe must be proficient in the human language.

"This is Wusang, the leader of our Feishu clan. Our patriarch said that you killed so many of our Feishu clans, so you can't leave here again, but what are you asking our patriarch for? Our patriarch said that you can listen to what you said before you die." The old man with a cane said in human language.

"Tell you, the leader of the Wu clan, I am Zhou Fan, the great protector of the Hei Shui Protectorate. Some time ago, you killed my people and stole my things. Do you think you can forget it like this?" Zhou Fan sneered.

The old man was slightly stunned, and he turned his head and said in a hurry.

Wusang's eyes shone brightly, and his head immediately broke and flew up. His head emitted a black light, like a black sun in the sky, pressing towards Zhou Fan.

The sky blue ice surface where Zhou Fan stood was also dyed black, and black frost spread from the ground to the soles of his feet.

Zhou Fan just snorted coldly, and a cold blue flame suddenly appeared under his feet, but the black frost still covered the blue flame, and the black frost was getting closer and closer to him.

Zhou Fan was not too hurrying, he waved a knife, and the dead wood martial arts dispersed with the blade.

With his current realm, the dead wood martial power activated by the true energy is very terrifying, and the black frost quickly melts.

The black light of Wusanga's head hanging in the air was dim. The head screamed and flew back quickly, returning to his own neck, but his vitality was still eroding by the martial arts of the dead wood.

His face was gloomy and he spewed out several mouthfuls of black blood, which forced out the dead wood's martial arts, but his black hair had turned silver-white.

The Feishu tribe members who were originally shouting closed their mouths and looked at Zhou Fan in surprise. Wusang was the strongest person in their clan. If Wusang could not beat the Great Protector of the Black Water Protectorate, who would win?

When they realized that, most of the tribe's heads flew up and looked at Zhou Fan as if he were dead.

Even though they knew that they could kill a master of Zhou Fan, the Flying Skull Clan would have to pay a great price, they still chose to fight, which shows the courage of the Barbarian Monster tribe.

Wusang spoke to the old man beside him quickly, and the old man said in a deep voice: "Our patriarch said, you are indeed a very powerful master, he is not your opponent, but we have three thousand warriors in the Feishu clan. It is impossible for you to kill all of us. You will only be exhausted by us. As long as you are willing to retreat, we can act like you have not been here."

Zhou Fan flicked the rusty star frost knife and sneered: "If I don't have the confidence to destroy you, would you dare to come here alone? You can try it and see if I can kill you all by myself?"

"If you are really reckless and not afraid of death, then there will be no more Flying Skull Clan in the Ice Domain after today."

The old man told Wusang what Zhou Fan said, and Wusang blew up at Zhou Fan with a calm face.

"If you are really so strong, why don't you take action?" The old man repeated Wusang's words.

"That's because I am a kind person and never want to kill easily." Zhou Fan said lightly: "If you Feishou Clan can agree to me with two conditions, then I will expose the incident of you looting Xueyan Township."

The old man was stunned for a moment, and he told Wusang about Zhou Fan's words again.

Wusang showed anger on his face, and he roared angrily, and the Feishu tribesmen also roared angrily.

"Stop thinking about it, our Feishu Clan will never be slaves!" The old man said proudly: "Even if you really kill most of our Feishu Clan people, as long as a small number of people escape, our Feishu Clan will recover."

"Even the worst outcome, we all die here, and we will not surrender to a human being."

Zhou Fan frowned and said, "I don't mean to surrender, but if you don't even realize the price of losing, I can only try to destroy all of your Feishu clan."

The old man passed on Zhou Fan's words to the angry Wusang. Wusang raised his fist, and the angry Feisang clan members closed their mouths. Wusang whispered with a cold face.

"Our patriarch said we can listen to your two conditions." The old man said with a straight face.

"Then let me talk about the first condition first." Zhou Fan took out a piece of paper, and his hand shook, and the paper flew straight towards the old man.

Wusang reached out to take the paper for the old man. He didn't understand human words and handed them over to the old man.

"The paper describes the losses you have caused to our Xueyan Township, including all the losses you have destroyed the village and robbed property. Do you understand?" Zhou Fan asked.

The old man nodded and expressed his understanding. He thought for a while and said, "You want us to compensate you? If so..."

"It's ten times the compensation." Zhou Fan reiterated.
Chapter completed!