Ninefold Hell Battlefield!!

"Sect Master, a deputy commander needs to be responsible for a squad of more than ten people," Xuanyuan Yusheng said.

"I know. He'll have no problem. Follow my arrangements," Xuanyuan Dao said.

"Yes!" The disciples lowered their heads, casting a few more glances at Li Tianming.

"I'm leaving. Remember, everyone: when ten thousand hearts beat as one, even metal can be severed. At this moment of life and death, don't be selfish. The sect's glory and honor are entrusted to all of you." After Xuanyuan Dao spoke, he turned and walked to the door. Looking back with deep emotion, he said, "I hope that after the battle of hell, every one of you here will return before me alive and kicking."

"Definitely, Sect Master!"

The young people's eyes reddened. The scenes of their brothers' and sisters' miserable deaths in the Battle of Heavenly Cloud still floated in their hearts.

That was a blood-deep feud!

Most of them burned with raging fire in their hearts.

No matter which clan they came from, they were ultimately still hot-blooded youths. The greater situation and political schemes were matters for their elders. Having been chosen to come here, they only wanted revenge, only wanted to survive, only wanted dignity!

How could they forget the mockery and ridicule of others?

It was like poisonous thorns stabbing into their hearts.

The vows they had made after walking out of the Heavenly Cloud Battlefield were still stained with blood.

"Tianming, welcome." Xuanyuan Yusheng stepped forward and gave him a heavy embrace with his broad shoulders.

"I came late. Sorry," Li Tianming said.

"It's fine. When the time comes, kill a few more people like Feng Daoyi, and the brothers will forgive you," Xuanyuan Yusheng said.

Everyone laughed.

"Definitely. Besides, I'm afraid I won't make a good deputy