"No!"
Tie Mo's eyes were filled with rage. He shouted, but the arrow that had been loosed was as fast as a meteor, with a tearing hum to it. The next moment, the thick flagpole on the White Jade War Chariot exploded, fragmented into powder, and the triangular flag at the top of the pole burst into a ball of flame in the cold wind.
The signal flag had turned into ashes right under Tie Mo's eyes, making him the first Ten-Thousand Men Leader in the history of the Iron Hoof Tribe to lose the signal flag.
This flag was significant, a symbol of the Iron Hoof Tribe's mission to the martial artists of the Great Wasteland. It was a token of trust, a proof of allegiance to the Iron Hoof Tribe's Imperial command. Without this flag, did Tie Mo really think he could summon countless tribes from the Giant Stone Valley with just his words?
