"General, we shall meet again!" Wen Chuanxue declared. Watching the Heavenly Wolf Tribe soldiers being slaughtered, he felt a bitterness he couldn't express, as if he'd swallowed a bitter pill. Deciding that what he didn't see wouldn't trouble him, he gave Xiang Yu a cupped-fist salute and turned to leave.
The Sky Wolf King and the Xuan Serpent King were killed.
If things worsen, both tribes might even face annihilation. He wondered if the Kylin Holy Land would hold them accountable, and if the Langya Sect would be punished.
Xiang Yu paid no mind to Wen Chuanxue's departure. Given his temperament in his past life, he would never have let him go. But now, as a subject of the Qin Dynasty, he had to prioritize the broader situation and act according to the imperial court's commands.
"Damn humans! This elder will fight you to the death!"
"Let's all be destroyed together!"
"The Heavenly Wolf Tribe is eternal! The Heavenly Wolf Tribe will endure forever!"
