"Young master, the bandits from nearby are charging over. Should we take cover? These fellows have really gone too far!"
"Retreat? Why would we retreat? Do a handful of bandits dare take us on? Don't forget who you are. Form ranks! So what if they outnumber us!"
"Prepare to meet the enemy! Don't fear these humans. They're courting death. Today, we'll slaughter them all and show them what we're made of!"
Ruo Wuhen walked out and glanced at the scene before him, not a trace of fear on his face. With a sweep of his hand, a weapon resembling a longsword appeared in his grasp. Ever since suffering a setback at the meeting in Primordial City, anger had burned in his heart. Now that these humans had come knocking on his door to die, what reason did he have not to kill them?
Yet after Pang Bo and the others reached the procession, they all began shouting and swaggering. When Ruo Wuhen heard their words, his expression changed at once.
"You Ancient Clan trash actually dared to bully our Human Race because we had no Great Emperor! This time, we've come on Great Emperor Ye Xingchen's orders to take your miserable lives!"
"Great Emperor Ye Xingchen said that if you leave behind your belongings and all your resources, you can all go on living in peace. If you refuse, just wait to be killed!"
"The Great Emperor's decree is here! If you fellows don't surrender immediately, just wait for us to catch you all in one net today. Crawl back to your Ancient Clan lair...!"
His face ashen, Ruo Wuhen froze where he stood upon hearing this. He shook his head and let out a furious roar, and an immensely powerful pressure erupted from his hand.
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