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Yuan Wujue was a square-faced man, very tall and muscular.
Even though the enemy army had completely surrounded him, there was not a hint of fear in his eyes. He tore his luxurious robe and bound the wound on his left arm.
He raised his sword, ready to charge recklessly, "Brothers, follow me for one more charge!"
"Let the people of the Xuan Bird Tribe know that our Yuan Rang Tribe is full of warriors unafraid of death!"
The warriors of the Yuan Rang Tribe behind him shouted, "We swear to fight to the death!"
"Better to wrap our corpses on the battlefield than to kneel!"
Chen Qing saw the rear army had not arrived yet. While everyone was looking at the more than a hundred men, he picked up a medium-grade Spirit Stone, stuffed it in his mouth, and chewed it into pieces in a few bites, swallowing it down.
Yuan Tianfang rode over to him, "Qingxu, kill them, give them a quick death."
