Kill Ten Thousand to Save Ten Thousand

For better martial arts resources, martial artists risked their lives as a matter of course, but risking one's life and throwing it away for nothing were two different things.

Even with nine chances of death and one chance of survival, there was at least a sliver of hope. That was still better than dying for no reason.

At this moment, following the cry of alarm from a peak Mountains and Seas martial artist, the crowd briefly fell into chaos. Most people instinctively stopped, but some martial artists had yet to react and continued charging forward stupidly, even showing signs of turning on one another.

Shen Qian watched coldly, feeling an inexplicable sorrow in his heart.

He did not know what the era when the Nine Kings still existed had been like, but he had read and heard countless legends of their predecessors online.

The human race, surrounded by dangers on all sides, should not have been like this...

Two centuries of peace had caused many human martial artists to lose a sense of unity that ought to have been ingrained in their bones.

Instead, among the Military Martial Artists governed by Marquis Wu Ding, most still possessed courage and hot blood. Even during the past half year in the Southwestern War Zone, most of those powerful experts who had sacrificed themselves beyond the "gates" had come from the military.

Perhaps the lack of a leader and central pillar was also one reason...

Given King Zhouyi's status, he could clearly have done more than Marquis Wu Ding, yet over the past two centuries, while he had not harmed the human race, he had almost completely vanished from the public eye.

With Wu Wei alone, and Duke of Yanshan, Duke Tianning, and others holding him back, how could one tree support the