He gazed at the desolate ground, eyes cold as frost: "Those who dare trespass my territory, shall be exterminated!"
As his words fell, snow suddenly descended from the sky, as if trying to cleanse the bloody earth.
Shi Xiong bounded over to his side, blood speckled on his face yet beaming brightly: "Young master, we chased away the bad guys again!"
The snowstorm over Wulang City suddenly ceased, holding its breath for the aftermath of the thrilling battle.
The warriors of the Naiman Tribe raised their scimitars high, their cheers rumbling like spring thunder, shaking loose the ice on the city walls.
