Lin Feng said, "I simply feel that if fewer people can die, then fewer should die. Whether they're disciples of the Eastern Region or the Blood God Sect, they're all innocent. The ones who truly deserve to die are those lofty true gods."
"For their own benefit, they treat ordinary disciples as cannon fodder and sacrificial offerings. People like that are the real enemy."
Azure Profound True Person fell silent for a moment, then sighed. "You have a compassionate heart. That is rare in the Heavenly Profound Realm."
Most cultivators in the Heavenly Profound Realm think only of how to grow stronger, how to climb higher. To gain strength, they stop at nothing, killing others for their treasures and betraying their own sects.
"I haven't seen someone like you in many years.
"But remember, compassion is not weakness.
"When it is time to kill, you must never hesitate. Mercy toward your enemies is cruelty toward yourself."
Lin Feng nodded. "I understand. I won't disappoint you, Sect Master."
Five days later, Blood Shadow True Person's army arrived.
That day, the sky was gloomy, with dark clouds pressing overhead.
A blood-red tide came rolling across the Northern Region's horizon. It was the Blood God Sect's army: five thousand disciples in blood-red robes, like a moving sea of blood.
They marched in perfect step, murderous intent surging around them. With every step, the earth trembled.
Blood Shadow True Person stood in midair, his Blood Robe snapping in the wind. Blood mist churned around him as he radiated the terrifying pressure of a Mid True God.
He was considerably weaker than Blood Cloud True Person, but still far stronger than the true gods of the Eastern Region. Behind him followed ten Early True God elders, each with a cold expression and bristling with murderous