"Just because you don't want to die, does that mean we want to die?"
"Do you know what it looked like when there were over ten thousand of us, yet fewer than a thousand were left fighting at the end?"
"My younger brother died in that war. You don't want to die, so why should my brother have had to die?"
"My son was only seven! Seven! Did my son deserve to die?"
"We're people too, flesh-and-blood people. Though our birth is inferior to yours and we don't have the same protective umbrella, we still shouldn't have to die!"
"My son is dead, my husband is dead. They both died at the hands of those bastards. You don't want revenge, but we do!"
"What my lord needs is an iron-blooded army capable of taking revenge. You're all risking your lives, so you must risk your lives too. Whoever refuses to fight with all they have, whoever refuses to kill their way back for revenge, is my enemy—and I'll kill them!"
One hoarse voice after another rang out from the crowd without pause.
Angry curses choked with sobs echoed through the crowd.
In but an instant, those who had been claiming they had never killed anyone and did not want to die all shut their mouths.
They were indeed still afraid, still filled with dread.
But they feared the people before them even more.
These people who had followed Qin Shaofeng, followed Old Ghost Chen Xing, and clawed their way out of heaps of corpses.
Their hearts were already dead. Only one belief supported them as they continued living.
Revenge! Revenge for our loved ones! Revenge for our fellow disciples!
Old Ghost Chen Xing, Ximen Li, and the others had listened all along, and their emotions could not help churning like