Han Envoy: I Know This Shit Way Too Well!!!

And Mu Ye had been far from idle.

By the tenth day of the individual competition, Mu Ye had already visited Tang Sect headquarters five times.

The first time, he smashed their plaque, killed five stewards, injured four elders, and severely wounded Hu Jie.

The second time, he tore down their main hall, killed over a dozen Tang Sect disciples who tried to resist, and split the Tang Sect's Scripture Repository cleanly in two.

The third time, he blew up the Tang Sect's Soul Tool workshop. Every device, material, and semi-finished product inside was destroyed, causing losses measured in the hundreds of millions.

The fourth time, he blocked the entrance to the Tang Sect. He killed one person for every one who came out, and a pair for every two. He stood there for an entire day, and no one in the Tang Sect dared step outside.

The fifth time, he stormed into the Tang Sect's core area, smashed all the memorial tablets in the Offering Hall, and burned every portrait of the Tang Sect's past patriarchs.

Every time Mu Ye came, another batch of Tang Sect members died.

Among those killed were stewards, disciples of elders, ordinary Tang Sect followers, and guest retainers visiting the Tang Sect. Mu Ye did not care about any of that. He only cared whether they belonged to the Tang Sect.

If they did, he killed them.

Because of the deterrence posed by the Tang Sect's two Limit Douluo sect masters, Mu Ye truly did not dare kill Hu Jie or the other elders.

Although those two Limit Douluo never showed themselves, their existence was like two blades hanging over Mu Ye's head, constantly reminding him not to take things too far.

But the other Tang Sect disciples were another matter.

Those ordinary Tang