"A pack of fence-sitters."
Tang San's voice was hoarse, without a trace of warmth.
He slowly rose and rolled his somewhat stiff neck.
There was no anger at betrayal on his face.
Only a lofty indifference.
"How much have I sacrificed for peace on the continent, to overthrow Spirit Hall's tyranny?"
"Xiao Wu sacrificed herself for me, and my father severed his arm for the greater good."
"My teacher endured endless scorn for his theoretical research."
"And now, after one little setback, you want to defect to the enemy?"
A cruel curve tugged at the corner of Tang San's mouth.
In his eyes, these people were utterly unreasonable.
Shouldn't loyalty remain unshaken until death?
As long as I, Tang San, am alive, as long as the Sea God's divine seat remains, turning the tables is only a matter of time.
These people actually wanted to abandon justice out of fear.
Since that was the case...
He no longer needed them.
Tang San raised his hand and watched the asura divine power pulsing in his palm.
That aura of slaughter made his heart harder than steel.
"You want to seek refuge with Spirit Hall?"
"You want to offer the heads of my Shrek people to earn their favor?"
Tang San sneered.
The killing intent around him erupted in an instant, pulverizing the rocks on the cave walls.
"Since you don't want to live, I'll grant your wish."
"Traitors deserve death even more than enemies."
He had originally planned to use this cannon fodder to deplete Spirit Hall's soul power.
Now it seemed this cannon fodder had developed ideas of its own.
Then he could not let them remain.
Just as well.
Increasing his asura divine power required enough slaughter energy.
Before, their ties as allies had held him back from striking.