Lu Feng glared coldly at the gathered members of the Iron Sword Sect.
"Survival?"
Lu Feng's mocking laughter carried a chilling, murderous severity. "If you do not even have the courage to speak the truth, then living in this world will only fuel the arrogance of demonic cultivators. You might as well die sooner rather than later."
Sensing the killing intent within Lu Feng's words, everyone was immediately gripped by panic and fear, terrified that he would start slaughtering them at the slightest disagreement.
Under Lu Feng's cold, piercing glare.
At last, one timid group could no longer withstand the pressure and stepped forward first. "My Ximu Stronghold is willing to swear an oath. Once we leave, we will truthfully spread word of everything that happened here. We only ask that Esteemed Guest not blame our sect for its previous foolishness."
Another group standing not far from Ximu Stronghold was startled. Suppressing their voices through Soul Consciousness, they said, "Old Ge, why must you compromise? We cannot bear the wrath of the Saint Sect!"
The elderly leader of Ximu Stronghold cast the other party a gloomy glance and replied, "At least the Saint Sect still reasons with people. How can their methods compare to the viciousness of this Benevolent Heart Asura before us? There is no harm in placating him for now. For all we know, this bastard may die in this space before long."
After pondering for a while, the leader of the other group was swayed. "If that is the case, then we can agree as well. Later, we can casually send a few disciples to spread the word. That would count as fulfilling the oath. So long as it does not cause too great a stir, the Saint Sect likely will not notice."
The Ximu Stronghold elder