A ruthless glint flashed through Lin Taichu's eyes. He stretched out his right leg and stomped down toward the Mu Clan disciples below. That stomp contained incomparably terrifying power, making the void tremble as an immense, boundless pressure descended upon everyone's heads.
Thump, thump! The Mu Clan disciples' heartbeats suddenly accelerated. The faster their hearts beat, the paler their faces became. Many even spat blood, their faces twisting in pain as their bodies swayed, seeming ready to collapse at any moment.
Yet even when facing the threat of death, not a trace of fear appeared on their faces. Their eyes remained bright and resolute. At that moment, they suddenly understood what bravery truly meant.
They might be clan members of the Mu Clan, but they were also Mu Clan disciples, descendants of the Mu Clan. How could they cling to life in fear of death, retreating and fleeing?
Even if they were crushed to pieces, they could not disgrace the glory of the Mu Clan!
Lin Taichu's foot continued pressing downward, and the pressure borne by the Mu Clan disciples gradually intensified. Some of the weaker cultivators had already turned deathly pale, their entire bodies trembling as though they were enduring unbearable torment.
Even so, they kept their backs straight and their heads raised toward the sky, determination shining in their eyes. Even if they had to risk their lives, they would defend the Mu Clan's dignity. Even if only one person remained alive, they would never give up!
This sight made Qin Xuan's pupils contract sharply. His blood began to boil, and his heart surged with emotion.
An image surfaced in his mind. It was when he had first entered the family's sacred pool. When he stepped onto the ninth stone stair, he had witnessed this very scene.
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