I Am the God

Under Big Brother's lead, Chu Qing's squad also pushed forward at high speed.

"Everyone, don't kill anyone! Our target is the desert people—the secret transmission."

"Find them, take the secret transmission, then retreat!"

"Capture a few dozen scholars and copy out the secret transmission."

Big Brother soothed the crowd.

The restless crowd settled somewhat.

Chu Qing noticed that the several First Limit Experts concealing their identities wore looks of disdain and cold sneers.

Clearly, these people did not agree with Big Brother's words at all.

The group weaved through the mountains.

Chu Qing kept observing.

He discovered that a bald burly man with a face full of fierce flesh would occasionally release white pigeons in secret.

He also muttered strange things such as, "Let me send a message by carrier pigeon and summon reinforcements..."

Across the seventy-two Grass Head Mountains, cries of battle and slaughter rang everywhere.

No one knew how many people had died on the mountaintops without ever even seeing a desert person.

Nor did anyone know how many had perished in a foreign land without even understanding what a secret transmission was.

Clearly, this bald man was no good person either.

"I never expected that a randomly joined team would contain so many hidden dragons and crouching phoenixes!"

Chu Qing observed the team.

He found its composition incredibly complicated.

There were at least five or six different factions.

And this team had only a little over thirty people.

They crossed mountain after mountain.

They pursued the places where the shouts of killing were loudest.

Late at night:

Many martial world figures gathered atop the central mountain.

This mountain was covered in chaotic forests and stood even more desolate than the mountain where Qin Wubing and the others had once suppressed bandits.

Not a single blade of grass