"I'd rather die in battle than cling to a wretched existence. A disciple of the sect fears nothing."
Ancestor Ganlong answered, his voice trembling.
"Very good." Yang Lingtian nodded.
"Then what do you call this state you're in now?"
"The battle hasn't even begun, yet every one of you is already so frightened you look like you've lost your souls."
"Are you still worthy of being elders of my Chaos Sacred Sect?"
His words crashed down on every heart like heavy hammers.
One by one, they lowered their heads in shame.
"It's only the Peak Divine Venerable Realm. What's so great about that?"
Yang Lingtian's voice rang out again, filled with boundless pride and domineering spirit.
"Others may fear her, but I, Yang Lingtian, do not."
"If she dares come, I dare fight."
"Even if Heaven itself wants my Chaos Sacred Sect destroyed, I will defy Heaven and tear a chunk of flesh from its sky."
"We cultivators walk the path of defying Heaven, seeking immortality and eternal life."
"If we don't even have the courage to fight once, then what are we seeking the Dao for?"
Yang Lingtian's words were like the morning bell and evening drum, shaking them awake.
Everyone in the main hall burned with renewed passion, battle intent blazing once more in their eyes.
That was right. What use was fear?
They were disciples of the Chaos Sacred Sect, heirs to an supreme orthodox lineage that had once given birth to a Supreme.
They had their own pride and their own backbone.
Even if they died, they would die standing.
"The Sect Master is right. We were wrong."
Ancestor Ganlong was the first to step forward. Facing Yang Lingtian, he bowed deeply.
"We are willing to follow the Sect Master and fight to the death, without