Players Pledged Themselves to the Sacred Sect and Started Raising Pigs

Truth be told, everyone present had lived for a very long time.

There were no shortage of thousand-year-old monsters among them, yet even they had never seen anything like this before.

The great hall fell silent.

Only the sound of the Sacred Lord tapping the armrest of his chair remained.

Newbie, Don't Hit Me stood below with his back bent, but inwardly, he grumbled without end.

Since it was a game, if he was going to play, he might as well play big. Starting from the bottom was far too boring.

He would go straight to one of the most powerful factions in this game world and have them help him cultivate.

"Interesting. Truly interesting."

The Sacred Lord studied Newbie, Don't Hit Me before him, his divine sense enveloping him completely.

The next moment, he spoke again.

"Men, go capture a few more people cultivating the Yang Family's Qi Refining Art."

Following the Sacred Lord's command, rustling sounds came from outside the hall.

In less than a quarter of an hour,

another five people cultivating Yang Family techniques were escorted into the hall.

All five possessed cultivation, and even the weakest had reached the Foundation Establishment realm.

They were traitors. The Heavenly Unity Sacred Sect had long issued an order that no one under its jurisdiction, nor any affiliated force, was permitted to cultivate such techniques.

Yet they had cultivated them anyway.

So... they deserved to die.

"Kill them."

The Sacred Lord's cold voice fell, and Newbie, Don't Hit Me felt a surge of pressure.

Of course, Newbie, Don't Hit Me was excited inside.

Under normal circumstances, how could he ever have the chance to kill people like these?

Even if he had to revive afterward, it would still be worth it.

"Yes."

Newbie, Don't Hit Me nodded respectfully. Gripping