Ling Ma ran to Ma Yue's side and spit out a lot of saliva.
"Old buddy!" Ma Yue patted the front legs of the spirit horse affectionately. The horse was too tall and he couldn't even reach the horse's face. "Let me move it for you." Ma Yue said and jumped onto the horse.
The hundred cavalrymen retreated, the Thunder God Tribe's high priest was slain, and the cavalrymen on all sides fell silent. Thunder was the spiritual pillar of the Thunder God Tribe.
"God of war!" Another man, Lei Baobei, the chief of the Thunder God Tribe, rode his warhorse at the head of the cavalry. "Although you defeated our high priest, you said that war is not a game for gods. We have an army of five thousand..."
"Thunderstorm, I'm going to verify this for you today. Nothing is absolute. For example, today, no matter how many flying spears, bows and arrows, fire pots, and gold juices you have, they are useless to me, the charlatan of the Sea Tribe." Ma Yue had put away the magic sword in his hand and replaced it with a bone staff.
"You..." Lei Bao was so frustrated. Believe it or not? Don't believe it? This charlatan from the Sea Tribe, with the cultivation of a martial artist, killed his own high priest with the cultivation of a martial king.
"Thunderstorm, is your team ready?" Ma Yuefei mounted the spirit horse and pointed his bone staff at a brigade of a thousand cavalrymen in the open space in front of him.
Lei Bao waved his hand, and several rows of archers and flying spears were ready.
"Don't worry, old buddy. My Wangcai is here. Just go for it, haha!" Ma Yue said, and patted the spiritual horse's forehead. Of course, the spiritual horse knew Wangcai's ability, so it ran forward.
Arrows filled the sky, javelins danced, and the horses leaped and sprang...
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