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"Those who retreat without fighting, kill!"
"Those who surrender without fighting, kill!"
"Those who flee without fighting, kill! Kill! Kill!"
"We, the Gu Yuan War Tribe, from the time our ancestors founded the tribe and established our clans in the Wilderness, to the present day of forging our tribe's destiny, have only these three rules of the Art of War!"
In the void, Xiao Chen sat upon a celestial horse, with golden wings spread out five feet long. The golden flames rolled on the wings like spirits, radiating a scorching breath.
Roar!
With Xiao Chen's roar, the celestial horse under him neighed to the sky. This sound, like the chant of a dragon or the roar of a tiger, echoed for miles, suppressing the forest. At this moment, all the fierce beasts in the Desolate Mountain Forest fell to the ground!