Sect Disciples Don't Care, But What If It Were Their Elders, Their Older Brothers, Their Fathers?

The next day, the darkest hour before dawn.

Heaven Dou City, Moonlight Pavilion, that secret quiet room.

The air was as stagnant as a solid, so oppressive that it made people breathless.

Under the bright light, Tang Hao was pacing back and forth indoors like a trapped animal.

His steps were heavy and anxious, and every time he landed he seemed to be trampling through the floor.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with frightening bloodshot eyes, veins on his forehead were pulsing, and his whole body exuded a violent aura that was on the verge of collapse.

Tang Yuehua stood quietly aside, his beautiful and dignified face had long lost the gentleness and calmness of the past, replaced by a pale white face and unconcealable panic.

She held tightly in her hand a secret report that had just been sent through a secret channel as quickly as possible and was still moist with night dew.

The content above, every word is like a knife, every sentence is bloody, everything that happened in the Clear Sky Sect Square yesterday was presented to them in detail.

Ten young disciples were selected like livestock, tied to stone pillars, and in full view of the public, they were stabbed one by one by Chrysanthemum Douluo and beheaded in public!

Blood dyed the square red, and wailing resounded through the mountain gate!

Qian Xunji's ruthless declaration, full of humiliation and persecution, was like the most vicious curse, echoing in their ears.

"He... how dare he? How dare he really do this!"

Tang Hao stopped suddenly and snatched the secret report from Tang Yuehua's hand. His eyes quickly scanned the shocking words again, and he roared like a wounded beast in his throat.

He clutched the paper tightly, his knuckles turned white from the exertion, and the paper groaned under the weight.

"Isn't he afraid? Isn't he afraid that one day grandpa will come back and see Clear Sky Sect's whole family being slaughtered and bleeding like a river, and he will go crazy to take revenge on the Spirit Hall?"

Tang Hao's voice trembled with extreme anger and a kind of disbelief that subverted cognition:

"At that time, the price Spirit Hall will have to pay and the losses it will have to bear, cannot be compensated by a mere Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast? Is Qian Xunji crazy? Is that old guy Qian Daoliu too stupid to let his son do such nonsense?"

He can't figure it out!

I can't figure it out no matter what!

According to his original calculation, Spirit Hall was at best pressure, intimidation and coercion.

They never dare to really make things happen.

Because that will completely anger Tang Chen, and the consequences will be detrimental to both sides, and may even be something Spirit Hall cannot afford.

But Qian Xunji slapped him hard in the face with practical actions!

That's not threatening, that's really killing someone!

In front of the entire continent's forces, the Clear Sky Sect disciples were massacred in the most cruel and humiliating way!

And, to be clear, this is just the beginning!

"Second brother..."

Tang Yuehua looked at his brother's crazy look, almost trying to devour others. He was frightened and anxious. His voice was filled with tears, and he said in a trembling voice, "We... what should we do now?"

She took a step forward and grabbed Tang Hao's arm, her eyes full of pleading:

"How about... or just give this Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast back to the Spirit Hall! First save the sect, save the lives of father, eldest brother and fellow disciples! Keep the green hills here, don't worry about not having firewood, second brother!"

This is the only solution she can think of at the moment.

Handing over Soul Beast, pleading guilty and submissive, may be able to gain a chance for the sect to survive.

As for the future of Tang Hao, the future of the sect...

At this moment, nothing is as important as the dripping blood in front of you and the greater massacre that is about to come.

"Give it back?"

Tang Hao slammed Tang Yuehua's hand away, his red eyes stared at her, and his voice was hoarse and ferocious:

"You want me to give it back? Yuehua, do you know what you are talking about?"

"How much did we pay for this Soul Beast? How much did the sect pay? My eldest brother broke his arm! My father was seriously injured! The elders were injured and killed! Now you want me to give it back and beg for mercy from the Spirit Hall?"

Tang Hao's chest rose and fell violently, and his eyes flashed with madness and unwillingness:

"No! I don't believe it! I don't believe he Qian Xunji really dares! He must be bluffing! He is forcing me! Tomorrow! Tomorrow he will definitely not dare to kill again! He must be testing my bottom line!"

"Let's wait! As long as we persist! He will definitely stop! He doesn't dare to really kill Clear Sky Sect! He doesn't dare!"

He seemed to be persuading Tang Yuehua, more like he was persuading himself, grabbing the last straw and refusing to accept the cruel reality.

Seeing her second brother's almost paranoid appearance, completely unable to listen to advice, with only Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast and crazy gambling in his eyes, the fear in Tang Yuehua's heart was like a cold tide, instantly flooding her.

For the first time, she felt afraid of her second brother, whom she had admired and regarded as her idol since childhood.

It is a deep-seated fear of losing one's sanity, misjudging the situation, and being indifferent to the lives of fellow students.

She couldn't help but start to wonder if she shouldn't have been greedy for that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast from the beginning.

Shouldn't they admit their mistake when Spirit Hall knocked on the door for the first time and hand over Soul Beast?

One wrong step, one wrong step.

Now, it seems to have reached the edge of the cliff.

But her second brother was still imagining that the other side was bluffing and refused to take a step back.

But...

What came from the opposite side were ten bloody heads.

It's Qian Xunji's ruthless declaration, and it's the indifferent spectatorship of all the forces in the continent!

This...

Could it still be a bluff?

The next few days were like Tang Yuehua's deepest nightmare, and also like the cruelest mockery of Tang Hao's luck mentality.

Every day, new secret reports will be sent to the Moonlight Pavilion on time.

The contents above are more bloody and more desperate each time.

The next day, the same ten Clear Sky Sect disciples were selected, tied up, and beheaded.

The square was stained red with blood again, and wailing resounded again.

But the sound was weaker than the day before.

Because the remaining people were numb with fear.

On the third day, it was still the same.

Clear Sky Sect's ordinary disciples are decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The entire sect felt like it was being roasted on a blazing fire and then soaked in ice water.

In extreme fear and despair, they gradually collapse and die.

On the high platform, Ye Qing was watching with cold eyes. He looked at the Clear Sky Sect disciples below who were like zombies and their number had decreased sharply. Then he looked at Tang Hao who was still motionless and seemed determined to be a coward. He frowned slightly.

Disciple...

Maybe Tang Hao can really make up his mind and not care.

After all, those young disciples may not have much deep feelings for him, and he may not even know many of them.

But...

Ye Qing's gaze slowly moved to the center of the square, where the elders Clear Sky Sect, who were also ashen-faced and breathless, as well as the seriously injured Tang Zhen, and the broken-arm Tang Xiao.

What about these people?

What about these people who have watched Tang Hao grow up, taught him, fought alongside him, and may even be his closest relatives?

Tang Hao, don't you care either?