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"You make it sound so easy! But these are the lives of ordinary unarmed people! They have nothing to do with this war and shouldn't die at our hands!"

Tuoba Xi still could not accept this decision, his tone as agitated as ever.

"Honestly, why can't you understand?"

Huyan Zhen sighed helplessly and lowered his voice. "These people are villagers of the Star Luo Empire, subjects of an enemy nation. They were already standing against us."

"Besides, don't forget what Your Excellency the Pope once told us."

"These Fallen Soul Masters..."

Huyan Zhen deliberately paused there without spelling it out, but his meaning was already obvious.

Hearing the two key phrases "Your Excellency the Pope" and "Fallen Soul Masters," Tuoba Xi suddenly recalled Bibi Dong's earlier promise.

Bibi Dong had long said that once these Fallen Soul Masters helped Martial Soul Hall breach Gengxin City, she would leave every last one of them on the battlefield. Not a single one would be spared.

With that thought, Tuoba Xi's resolve gradually wavered.

For now, they could let these Fallen Soul Masters slaughter the villagers. Once the war was over, they could personally kill those Fallen Soul Masters to avenge the villagers. That could count as a form of compensation.

After a while, Tuoba Xi finally convinced himself.

He slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, the hesitation in his eyes was gone, leaving only cold determination. "Fine. We'll do as you say. We'll set off now."

"Good! Everyone, listen up! Follow the group immediately, and no one is allowed to fall behind!"

Seeing Tuoba Xi agree, Huyan Zhen immediately turned and shouted at the Fallen Soul Masters behind him.

Then he changed the subject, adding in a threatening tone, "One more thing. Don't even