Although Li Hanfeng looked down on such useless trash,
they were still members of the same lineage.
He could not stand by and watch one of his own clansmen die.
He snorted coldly.
"If you're scared, hide behind me."
Scenes like this
were far from rare.
What should have been a massacre that swept through the enemy like a storm through rotten wood
had instead become a grueling battle, thanks to these youths setting foot on a battlefield for the first time.
High in the sky, Zhou Shuang took it all in.
His brows gradually furrowed.
He had known these children who had never tasted blood would perform poorly on their first battlefield.
But he had not expected them to be this pathetic.
After all,
although these Li Family disciples were young,
their cultivation was by no means weak.
Pick any one of them,
and he would be considered a young genius in the outside world.
Yet now...
Their performance left Zhou Shuang with nothing but disappointment.
No wonder the Li Family's leadership had changed the competition's rules,
turning the matches into actual combat.
They had probably foreseen this very situation.
Although the battlefield was perilous,
the growth it brought was plain to see.
Once these Li Family disciples had tasted blood,
the ferocity buried in the Li Family's bones was unleashed.
Every last one of them fought with bloodshot eyes.
Even when they were wounded,
they paid their injuries no heed.
The tide
gradually began to turn.
More and more members of the Zhou Family fell beneath the Li Family's blades.
High in the sky,
Zhou Chongshan's attacks grew increasingly frantic.
Watching his own disciples fall one after another,
with the Zhou Family's thousand-year legacy about to be destroyed in his hands,
he became utterly desperate.