One person slaughtered through them, two thousand at a time. One person defeated over a hundred of them.
They were defeated, and defeated without a fight.
Qingxu, he was destined to win!
Chen Qing glanced at him; his first words were,
"You've already died once for the Yuan Rang Tribe."
Yuan Wujue felt a sudden surge of inexplicable excitement. He had already died once for the Yuan Rang Tribe.
In the end, he never lost his courage.
Chen Qing continued, "You're awake, go wash the blood off in the river over there. When you're done, get ready to eat."
"I've already sent someone to bring your family from the Yuan Rang Tribe."
"The flatland over there has been cleared for building houses."
"If you need wood, chop it yourself. If you need stones, dig them out yourself."
At this moment, Yuan Wujue's mind became somewhat blurred. He did not know what the future held, but after hearing Chen Qing's words, only one thought remained.
