"This Yuan Tianjiao is truly lawless! Relying on a bit of strength, he actually dared commit such monstrous slaughter!"
Someone spoke with righteous indignation.
In truth, no one cared how many people Yuan Tianjiao had killed. As long as they pinned all the sins on him, everyone would have an excuse to join forces and execute him.
Ganging up on one person was shameful, after all, but with an excuse, it was different.
More and more people gathered outside the valley.
More people did not necessarily mean greater strength, but it certainly meant greater courage.
Thus, someone began shouting from atop the valley:
"Yuan, get the hell out here!"
"Don't think you'll be safe just because you're hiding in there! If we join forces, we might not be afraid of you!"
The voices carried into the valley, stirring up waves of echoes.
No one answered.
The crowd was overjoyed, and their courage swelled even further.
"Yuan Tianjiao must be scared! There are so many of us—he definitely can't beat us! Everyone, charge!"
After probing for a while, the group finally convinced themselves and pushed one another into the valley.
"Yuan Tianjiao, you're finished!"
Yet the gorge was empty. Two corpses lay on the ground, while all around them, the Heroic Spirit Domain that everyone had coveted so fiercely had already lost all its energy.
"Hm? Who's lying on the ground?"
Someone stepped forward to take a look and found a grotesque bloody hole torn through the person's body.
"This is... Yuan Tianjiao!"
Jiang Yan had already left the valley behind by quite a distance.
The people here were truly brimming with Killing Intent. At the slightest disagreement, they would raise their blades and start chopping people up, to the point that Jiang Yan was becoming a little conditioned himself.