Chapter 631: What Are You Even Worth?

Once Zhu finished his furious cursing, the people of Huaxia showed no signs of anger at all; instead, some could not hold back and suddenly burst into laughter, and soon everyone followed suit, laughing heartily together.

Luo stepped back in shock: "Are you not afraid? You must know that our Jiangshui Tribe, such a large tribe, was left with nothing in just half a day."

When the conversation turned to the destruction caused by the disaster, the people of Huaxia gradually stopped smiling, and Luo spoke seriously to Zhu: "That cup, in our Huaxia, is a very common item and cannot be considered very precious, but in other tribes, it is an object used for sacrifices to the Heavenly God, so saying it was used by the Heavenly God is not wrong."

However, breaking it will not summon the punishment of the Heavenly God; it was merely a natural disaster like heavy rain or a storm. In fact, we felt the disaster you experienced here, but it did not cause any impact. You were simply too unlucky. However, there are many tribes like yours that have been destroyed by earthquakes; you are not the first, and you will not be the last.

As for your curse, what do you think is the use of it? What are you, to be able to curse our Huaxia? Even if your former Tribal Chief came to curse us, we would not be afraid. If curses were useful, there would be no humans left under this Heaven."

Zhu was filled with shame by Luo's words, mainly because every word of his was filled with contempt, implying that Zhu was not a true Tribal Chief, which dealt a severe blow to Zhu's self-confidence and self-esteem.

Yet his confidence came from his thousands of Soldiers, but those Soldiers had not yet returned. Although there were many people here, they lacked the ability and courage to resist; just a moment ago, a single charge from Huaxia had scared them out of their wits.

But Zhu still wanted to give it a try, so he took out his axe and held it high: "I don't care what you say, in any case, the Yanhu Tribe wants this land. We are not the Jiangshui Tribe now; this is the Yanhu Tribe, and I am the Tribal Chief of the Yanhu Tribe. I once said that we would walk for three more days, and wherever we were after three days, we would stop."

And this is the place where we stopped. Everything here was prepared for us by the Heavenly God. By what right do you say this is your Huaxia land? Could it be that these caves where people live were built by you? When we arrived here, we did not find a single trace of anyone."

Once Zhu said this, those tribesmen who had been somewhat fearful just a moment ago now grew tough as well. That's right, by what right does Huaxia get to claim it just because they say so? Their Yanhu Tribe has already been stationed here for several days and has made this their home; this is the territory of the Yanhu Tribe. They should be tougher. Besides, they have far more people than Huaxia, and many Soldiers have not even returned yet; there is no need to fear them.

Consequently, the entire Yanhu Tribe moved forward slightly, pushing Zhu even further to the front.

Luo was blunt: "You are nothing but a group of savages now. Do not harbor delusions of seizing our Huaxia land. If you are willing to leave here, go wander elsewhere, restore this place to its original state, and tear down your trash, perhaps I might spare you."

If you are unwilling to leave, then I will treat you as enemies who have invaded our territory. I do not believe that the bones of so many of you will be enough to dull my Knife, and I would not mind letting your corpses be buried in the soil to become fertilizer for our fields next year."

Zhu and his people did not understand the last part of what Luo said, but they understood that this was a threat. It was impossible to escape now; they could only fight, otherwise, how could they fail to hold onto such a good place they had finally found? Moreover, if they fled, how would they be any different from before? They would be even worse off, and his own prestige might vanish as well.

So, Zhu hardened his heart and shouted directly to his tribesmen: "Everyone, pick up your Weapons and prepare to kill these enemies who want to seize our land! We are the Yanhu Tribe; we cannot be wandering savages anymore. Everyone, hold on! We still have thousands of Soldiers, and they will be back soon. Besides, Huaxia has so few people; what is there to be afraid of? We cannot go wandering again!"

After hearing this uninspired encouragement, the tribesmen picked up their Weapons. Mainly, they really did not want to wander anymore, and their chances of winning were truly high; how many people could the other side possibly have?

Seeing that they were preparing to resist, Luo simply gave up on persuasion. He drew his curved blade—not a Park Knife—and pointed at Zhu and his men: "As long as you put down your Weapons and squat on the ground with your hands on your heads, I will consider you to have surrendered and will not kill you. I will say it again: put down your Weapons and squat on the ground, and you will not be killed. Otherwise, those who resist will be killed on the spot."

I will give you one last chance. You can make your choice now!"

The entire Yanhu Tribe remained unmoved; instead, they took a stance as if to charge forward.

Having warned them to no effect, Luo said to the Soldiers: "Cavalry! Prepare to charge! Make one pass first. Anyone who dares not to surrender and resists, kill them directly without holding back. If they still refuse to listen, then kill them all. Do you understand?"

"Understood!" the Cavalry shouted in unison.

The others did not react because the Cavalry had been assigned the task, not everyone; besides, they were not Soldiers, and professional matters should be left to professionals.

Luo gave the final order: "Charge!"

The entire Cavalry drew their blades and squeezed their horses' bellies: "Giddyap!" Then they began a short-distance charge. Watching the enemy draw closer, the people of the Yanhu Tribe finally could not hold on, and some began to run directly, while Zhu still raised his Weapon, preparing to clash with the Cavalry.

But when the tall, galloping warhorse rushed over, his legs had already turned to jelly. The scene before him was too great a shock, and in that second of his stupor, whether he wanted to attack or turn and run, it was already too late.

He only saw a flash of cold light fly before his eyes, and then he felt nothing. He saw himself flying into the air, the world spinning, and a lot of red appeared before his eyes, just like when he slaughtered prey.

Then he felt a thud as his head hit the ground. His face still had some sensation, and he could feel the temperature of the ground, but he also felt his consciousness fading away.