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Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

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A series of loud explosions resonated in the air. A majestic wooden building collapsed, sending dust flying everywhere.

Three people were waiting outside in the distance.

A figure holding a three-foot-long blade stood before the collapsed building. Waves and waves of tyrannical aura exuded from the figure.

The collapsed building was his artwork.

"Everything's over now." After a long time, the man holding the three-foot-long sword heaved a sigh of relief. His ancient voice sounded free now.

"Father, mother, my clansmen… I, Gold Thug, have avenged all of you!" He retracted the three-foot-long blade. He kneeled in the sky before he bowed three times in the northwest direction and stood up.

The man was dressed in a golden robe. He looked majestic and awe-inspiring.

He was none other than Gold Thug. The building he destroyed housed the Berserk Mongrel Rodent Clan's ancestral shrine.