The Wolf Clan Centurion arrived at the stockade gate, just in time to see Shi Xing sweep his blade across; a Wolf Clan warrior's chest exploded in a spray of blood, and he was blasted back to land at Shi Xing's feet.
Seeing this, the Wolf Clan Centurion's pupils instantly turned vertical. "A mere Dog Clan dares injure my Wolf Clan warrior? You must have eaten a bear's heart and a leopard's gall."
The Wolf Clan Centurion gave a cold, disdainful snort. To him, the Dog Clan was just a group of lowly mongrels, born to be slaves for his Wolf Clan. Trash like this actually dared swing a blade at the Wolf Clan.
This was an act of great disrespect.
There was no need to ask for a reason. Even if the Wolf Clan was in the wrong, as a Dog Clan, the moment you dared resist, you were guilty.
