"Is there anyone else who wants to leave?"
After killing two people in succession, everyone remaining stood frozen in their original spots. Fan Cheng, the Left Emissary leading them, wore a face full of shock. He instinctively glanced at where Chen Luo stood, then at his companion hanging from a withered tree in the distance, silently calculating the distance between them.
"May the Sect Master reign for a thousand generations and unite the martial world!"
Having recognized reality, Fan Cheng took the lead in kneeling.
If Chen Luo had merely been a little stronger than them, he definitely would not have submitted. But striking through the air from dozens of meters away and killing someone—he had never seen such a method before. Even the Blackwater Sect Master could not accomplish this. With such strength, he could succeed even in rebellion, much less take over a mere Blackwater Sect.
"Very good. This Sect Master appreciates talented people like you who know the times."
Chen Luo patted Fan Cheng on the shoulder, expressing his approval of his attitude. Seeing this, everyone else beside them knelt as well. No matter what choice they made in the end, preserving their lives came first.
"Take this Sect Master back."
"Ah?"
Fan Cheng looked completely dazed.
So quickly?! Shouldn't they first recruit some people outside, then send someone to gather information, find the enemy's weakness, and finally charge into their lair to change the dynasty? How had it become as simple as going next door to buy cabbage?
"Should we disguise ourselves first?"
Fan Cheng instinctively asked.
The pace was too fast. It gave people like them no chance to escape at all. The others wore much the same expressions, but their martial arts were weaker than Fan Cheng's and their status far lower. With Fan