The pride of Number One.

Filled with an extreme coldness, Orchon’s sharp gaze pierced through the air and landed on Fan Le.

He could still clearly remember the shame he felt a month ago when he dragged Orchon’s body back to the clan, as well as his family’s piercing gaze. Such a humiliation was something that he would never forget.

“Son of a bitch, you better make sure I’m dead; if not I will kill you sooner or later.” Fan Le forced a grin as blood seeped out of the corners of his mouth, making him look extremely pathetic.

“Argh……” Fan Le let out another scream even before the sound of his voice faded. One of the knights twisted the long spear that was impaled in his body. Although it was just a dream, the pain and agony was so deep that it was carved into his bones and engraved deeply within his heart. He wish to die, but at this moment, he didn’t even have the power to end his own life.