Only kill ten thousand!
Xiao Chen would forever remember the day his ancestor passed away, that gaunt, frail figure.
"Promise me, protect Gu Yuan, keep our fire burning from generation to generation!"
He could never forget those thousands of old soldiers who had fought for their tribe all their lives and refused to leave their homeland.
This man, Tie Mo, forced the Gu Yuan Tribe to abandon their home and trek across the Great Wasteland. Regardless of right or wrong, he, Xiao Chen, was no saint. If a mistake is made, a price must be paid, even if that price is life itself!
With this thought in mind, the cold glint in Xiao Chen's eyes intensified. He intended to intimidate these ignorant tribes with the flesh and blood of ten thousand people, to win time for the Gu Yuan Tribe to migrate. He wanted these tribes, intent on biting off a piece of Gu Yuan Tribe, to understand that right and wrong, good and evil weren't always clear-cut, and errors must be paid for in blood and flesh.