One Human Sword Cultivator after another removed their armor, cast aside complete sets of armor inscribed with the Supreme Extermination Array, and stepped onto the arenas with one person and one sword, walking toward fully armed Divine Path prodigies of the Immortal Race.
For their own Sword Dao!
These Sword Cultivators who chose to step onto the Blood Redemption Arenas accounted for eighty percent of all Sword Cultivators.
The remaining Sword Cultivators gripped their sword hilts and remained silent.
No one mocked them. Every Sword Cultivator had only their own Sword Dao; beyond that, they had nothing else.
The Sword Cultivators who had not stepped onto the arenas were not necessarily cowards. Perhaps they felt they had not accumulated enough; perhaps they did not approve of this sort of arena battle; perhaps they had other thoughts... Every Sword Cultivator was an independent life of the Sword Dao. There was no need to completely follow another's ideas, nor any need to fit in with the crowd.
"Kill!"
"Fellow Daoist, please..."
Upon arena after arena, killing intent surged, blood scattered, furious roars erupted, and life and death appeared without end.
Some of that blood belonged to deities and Immortal Race cultivators; some belonged to Human Sword Cultivators. Death could come at any moment. There was nothing unusual about it.
"So..."
Big Dipper Esteemed One, Joyful Union Dao Master, and the others drew in soft breaths as they silently watched this group of Sword Cultivators.
They had no intention of participating in such battles. This had never been compulsory in the first place; everything was voluntary.
"Eighty percent of Sword Cultivators chose sword combat."
"By the Sword Cultivators' own words, would this be the virtuous rule described by the sages in ancient texts?"
Joyful Union Dao Master's voice was soft and seductive, sending