"There's no need to trouble our senior brothers and sisters among the personal and direct disciples with something so trivial. Why not leave this opportunity to us junior brothers and sisters of the Inner Court and Outer Court?"
"Exactly. If word gets out that people of your strength dealt with these two, you'll become a laughingstock. Why use an ox-cleaving blade to kill a chicken?"
"I can become a core disciple just by killing them? Wonderful! This is exactly the chance I needed to rise!"
"Too slow, and you'll get nothing! His head is mine!"
With the same thought in mind, tens of thousands of Inner Court and Outer Court disciples tightened their grips on their sabers, spears, staffs, axes, halberds, hooks... They raced to be first, terrified that someone else would snatch away this long-awaited opportunity.
Meanwhile, the core disciples, direct disciples, and personal disciples paid no heed whatsoever to their juniors' pleas.
They had ambitions of their own. There was no way they would freely hand over an opportunity already delivered to their mouths.
Even above personal disciples, there were Saint Sons. Above Saint Sons were Divine Sons, and above Divine Sons lay the chance to become an elder...
They treated Chen Mu as a stepping stone and charged toward him.
The killing intent in Ye Qingcheng's eyes was no longer concealed. It burned with extraordinary intensity.
But before she could draw her sword, Chen Mu had already selected, with a single click, everyone holding a weapon who harbored murderous intent toward him.
Without hesitation, he confirmed the instant kill!
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang...
The explosions of their bodies never paused, their deafening roar like rolling heavenly thunder.
Vast clouds of blood mist surged like a boundless ocean, swallowing the entire sect.
The elders standing