"Everyone, I couldn't hold back just now and made things rather bloody. My apologies to that brother."
Zhou You spoke calmly, but all the Demon Weapon Slaves fell silent. After all, Wind-Swept Grass's corpse was still hanging from the enormous ring.
This space was shaped like a ring, with everyone standing in a circle at different points around it.
Suddenly, someone spoke. "Host, that little display of killing the chicken to scare the monkeys was beautifully done. We accept it."
"Now stop beating around the bush and tell us directly—what do you need us to do?"
Everyone here was clever. Some had even deliberately concealed their strength and infiltrated this place, intending to uncover Demon Weapon Village's secrets.
These people clearly did not hold much reverence for Zhou You, this Host.
Wind-Swept Grass truly was a reckless brute, becoming a sacrifice born of mutual understanding. The Demon Weapon Slaves needed him to step forward and test Zhou You's abilities, while Zhou You needed someone's blood to flex his muscles.
Zhou You smiled. "Everyone, you misunderstand us demonic path martial artists!"
"Demon Weapons may all come from the same village, but their kinds differ; they are not all cast from the same mold. Nor are we Demon Weapon Hosts all cruel people who slaughter at the drop of a hat. Take me, for instance—I am an oddity who loves peace."
"I have always felt that compared with ruling the world alone or destroying it, people ought to pursue something loftier."
"Destruction proves nothing. Overthrowing the existing world and reshaping a new order—that is the pursuit of my entire life."
"To be frank with you all, my original purpose in creating the Ring of the Heavenly Dao was to bring Demon Weapon Village down upon the Fifty Provinces, make the Nine Tripods