Treating lives like grass

The Flame Marsh stretched across a vast area, covering more than a dozen volcanoes in the Crimson Flame Mountains. Qin Hao followed its edge, searching for traces of Yuchi Yu and the others.

Meanwhile.

At the eighth volcano, in the Flame Marsh.

Several Imperial Extremity Valley disciples in yellow brocade robes stood there, along with dozens of terrified body tempering realm martial artists they had captured.

Behind them stood a young man with a cold, ruthless expression. A powerful aura radiated from him, and excitement and viciousness gleamed in his eyes.

He was none other than Yuchi Yu!

"Senior Brother Yuchi, someone fired a distress flare over there. It should be Wang Zheng and the others from the Endless Horizon Sect. Should we send someone over?"

An Imperial Extremity Valley disciple addressed Yuchi Yu respectfully.

"No need!" Yuchi Yu glanced toward the flare and said indifferently, "We're about to find a safe passage through the Flame Marsh. We don't need any more people. As for whether they live or die, they're just a bunch of ants. Ignore them."

"Yes!"

The Imperial Extremity Valley disciple acknowledged the order.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, a scream rang out.

Deep within the Flame Marsh, a terrified young man stepped onto a rock. The next instant, the rock abruptly sank. He barely had time to scream before he fell into the magma, sending up a great burst of flames.

"That's a floating rock. Mark it down! Now, it's your turn!"

Seeing this, the Imperial Extremity Valley disciple hurriedly gave instructions. Then he turned his gaze and casually pointed at a pale girl whose face was covered in dust.

"Ah! I won't go! I'm a Myriad Phenomena Hall disciple! You can't treat me like this! If our elders find out, they'll never let you get away with