The ruler of the cannibalistic tribe, the High Priest, couldn't contain his anger. It hadn't been that long since prey had entered their territory. They assumed it was an attack from another tribe, but they were mistaken. 0

They were martial artists from the Central Plains. The meat of martial artists wasn't very tasty. They had been training their muscles to take on attacks, so their flesh was tough. They also had a strong, gamey smell, making it difficult to eat.0

However, their true value was in their hearts, intestines, and brains. Although those organs were not tasty, eating them would bestow strength upon the tribesmen.0

Those organs were particularly useful to the High Priest, as they would increase the strength of his sorcery. Thus, he grew hungry upon seeing martial artists from the Central Plains.0

He had ordered his people to attack and capture them. He was in the middle of the necessary ritual to consume those martial artists, but to think that he'd be interrupted!0

"Who dares interfere with the sacred ritual?!"0

They were under attack.0

"Find out who they are!" shouted the High Priest.0

The warriors moved in response to the High Priest's orders.0

"They're from the Central Plains!"0

"Hmm?" The High Priest's anger subsided, and a cruel smile spread across his lips.0

If the attacks were from another tribe, he would punish his people for allowing them to interrupt the ritual. However, he felt better upon hearing...0