Life and Death Tempering

"Sect Master, our sect..."

A Bai Lang Sect cultivator choked up, his eyes reddening as tears welled within them, yet he forced himself not to let them fall.

It was as though every drop carried endless grief and defiance.

Xu Qing's expression was as heavy as a mountain.

He took a deep breath, his blazing gaze fixed resolutely on the sect grounds that had once been glorious but were now reduced to ruins.

His voice was low yet powerful, echoing by everyone's ears:

"Though the Bai Lang Sect has suffered this great calamity, as long as you are still here, the sect's flame will never be extinguished.

"From this day onward, we will not only fight for our own survival, but also to rebuild the sect and seek justice for those fellow disciples who fell bravely and whose souls have returned to the heavens!"

"That's right! Fight for the sect! Avenge our fellow disciples!"

"Kill all these monsters!"

The cultivators in the group responded in unison.

Their voices were filled with grief, fury, and resolve.

Every word seemed to be shouted from the depths of their hearts, carrying unyielding will and unwavering faith.

The Bai Lang Sect had been destroyed. How much better off could their own sects possibly be?

Their former fellow disciples and family members had all died in this beast tide. There was nothing left in their hearts but boundless fury!

Xu Qing nodded. He knew full well that now was not the time to drown in grief.

He had to pull himself together, lead everyone out of this predicament, and rekindle the flame of hope.

He swept his gaze across the crowd. Having already made his decision, he spoke in a steady, powerful voice:

"We'll split into two teams. The Bai Lang Sect cultivators will lead