Some were wild with anxiety, yet the beastliness in them remained as they let out harsh roars.
"What are you afraid of? Our foundations run deep, our experts are as numerous as clouds, and we have been rooted in the commandery city for decades."
"Even if the lower-ranking disciples are gone, we still have the sect's powerful experts. If it truly comes to a fight to the death, we may not be unable to contend with him."
"Why not gather all our experts and fight him head-on? At worst, we perish together."
"..."
Some factions had suffered irreparable losses. They hated Li Xuancang to the bone and wanted to die with him.
The moment those words were spoken, they were fiercely rebuked by the majority.
"Foolishness!"
"Can't you see the situation clearly yet?"
"Fighting Li Xuancang to the death is like striking a stone with an egg—overestimating yourselves."
"..."
It would have been one thing if they did not know Li Xuancang's strength. But knowing full well how powerful he was and still voluntarily throwing themselves at him—was that not seeking death?
"Black Wind Stronghold had several thousand bandits and countless cultivators. They occupied the mountains and held the terrain, ruling the land as kings, yet he wiped them out completely in a single day."
"The Barbarians had tens of thousands of troops, Astral Qi Realm experts, and Demons holding the fort, yet he alone forced them back and made them fear his edge!"
"Whether in combat strength, slaughter, or sheer bloodiness, who among us can compare to the battle-hardened Barbarian army?"
Li Xuancang's strength was so overwhelming that no one could even summon the will to resist. Yang Yunhai and the others, in particular, understood even more clearly just how terrifying Li Xuancang was.
Wang Dalong and the other