Before coming to the Barbarian Tribe's camp, Chen Tang had been looking for a chance to escape.
However, Zalmu was very vigilant, and Chen Tang couldn't find any opportunity to flee during the half-hour journey.
"What do you mean?" A cold glint flashed through Chen Tang's eyes as he exchanged a glance with Limu standing beside him.
In the current situation, were these Southwest Barbarian Clan members planning to burn him alive?
If that was the case, then he had to tear off the facade!
Even though he knew he was no match for Zalmu, he had to fight desperately.
Zalmu placed a hand on Chen Tang's shoulder and smiled wickedly, "I want to borrow something from Young Master Chen…" His words paused, and his gaze darkened, "Young Master Chen's life!"
Although he had anticipated this, Chen Tang's heart still shook wildly. As Zalmu's voice sounded, Chen Tang's Qi exploded throughout his body, ready to dodge to the side.
But Chen Tang was fast, Zalmu was faster.