After hearing Murong Huai's words, everyone fell deep in thought. As geniuses and prodigies, they were certain to pursue the Purple Record Medal. The question was which path to take.
They could train in Death Valley alone or with the Black Flame Army. Though the death rate was as high as fifty percent, that still meant they had a fifty percent chance of succeeding.
If they went to the Cangwu Desert, the death rate would definitely exceed seventy percent—and that was the lowest estimate. But the growth they gained would surely be far greater than from the other options.
Seeing how hesitant everyone was, Qin Tianzhen rose to his feet and said,
"What did we become Soul Masters for? Wasn't it to pursue the title of Titled Douluo and the path to the peak of the continent? So why are we afraid of this and that? If we don't dare face hardship, what the hell is all this cultivation for?"
When he finished, Qin Tianzhen looked at Murong Huai. "Brother Huai, count me in for the Cangwu Desert. I, Qin Tianzhen, have never feared anyone or anything!"
"Well said, Qin Tianzhen. That actually sounded like a man talking. But remember, you're afraid of me, you old hag!" Listening to Qin Tianzhen, Tu Zhanyue's eyes also filled with fighting spirit.
"Brother Huai, count me in too. I want to see whether those beasts can break through my Mystic Water Heavy Shield!"
"Brother Murong, you once told me that the path of the strong was forged through one life-and-death battle after another. I can't let my teacher down, and I can't let you down, either. I'm going too!" Bibi Dong stood up and said firmly.
At that, Xuan Tianming and Shu Qingning exchanged a smile and stood as well.
"Exactly. We cultivators