Bi Luo learned how to stamp seals.
During that time, some people tried to flee. But before the women following Bi Luo could act, those who had just received the seal rushed forward one after another and killed the escapees.
When the escapees saw their former companions pursuing them, they immediately sneered. "You bunch of lackeys, you're not even as strong as I am."
"What do you have to fight me with?"
Burning with fury, the escapees spun around and moved to kill.
But the moment they clashed, the escapees' expressions changed slightly.
Because:
Those martial artists who had been weaker than them before had undergone a huge surge in strength after receiving the seal, enough to contend with them.
Some even pressed them down and beat them.
"What's going on? Now that you have a master, your courage has soared?"
Before they could figure it out, the crowd swarmed them and hacked them to pieces in a chaotic blur.
But neither Bi Luo nor Chu Qing had any interest in these people's slaughter.
Chu Qing felt they were too weak. Their battle offered him no insight whatsoever, so he could not be bothered to watch.
Bi Luo, meanwhile, was excitedly stamping seals.
Her Bi Luo title possessed countless mysteries. One of them was this:
The more living beings bore her mark, the greater the benefit to her.
At the same time:
Her mark would also grant its bearers many benefits.
In the end:
Those who bore her mark would become her utterly loyal followers.
And through the mark, those loyal followers would feed back a great deal of martial experience to her, even blessings from the unseen.
As long as enough people bore her mark, she would be equivalent to two Realm Ancestors.
At this moment:
The martial artists