Very soon, Zhao Fu had captured more than six hundred people. The task was more than half complete. He wanted to capture and kill as many as possible, because even if he gathered all one thousand, that number was nothing to a sect that possessed ten worlds.
One had to know that the Great Qin Empire now had a population exceeding one hundred billion. The Ancient Sword Sect, having developed for so long, possessed an astonishing number of people.
These disciples were the Ancient Sword Sect's future. When the older generation died, the sect would have to rely on them. Only with an unending stream of highly gifted disciples could the sect continue growing stronger; otherwise, it would decline.
By killing and capturing more, Zhao Fu would, to a certain extent, weaken the Ancient Sword Sect's foundations. Perhaps he could even wear the Ancient Sword Sect down until it died.
Zhao Fu's idea was good, but somewhat unrealistic. Soon, he sensed powerful auras rapidly approaching the barrier. Fortunately, he had taken a Domain Pill earlier and activated his senses, giving him a keen perception of danger around him.
Zhao Fu immediately seized Lin Yan'er and swiftly left the Ancient Sword Sect.
Five or six elders soon rushed into the area. Sensing the lingering aura there, their expressions changed drastically. They loudly issued orders to activate the sect's grand formation and thoroughly investigate the infiltrator. They then discovered that more than six hundred disciples had vanished.
The entire Ancient Sword Sect flew into a rage, and Zhao Fu's identity was confirmed. Countless people from the Ancient Sword Sect were now hunting him down everywhere, yet he had dared to infiltrate the sect and kill over six hundred of their elite disciples. It was utterly infuriating.
That man was far too arrogant