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As he spoke of the sect's past and the fellow cultivators and disciples who had fallen in countless conflicts, Li Changfeng's face flushed with emotion.

He brandished both fists and let out a deafening cry!

His powerful, resonant voice reached every corner of the drill ground.

That aged, commanding voice seemed to possess a strange magic, a power that shook people's hearts.

On the drill ground, the thousands of Primordial Yang Sect disciples were visibly moved.

At that moment, long-buried memories awakened. Their blood inexplicably boiled, and they wished they could immediately activate their magical artifacts and seek out Hehuan Sect cultivators to fight.

After all, both in the past and now, the two sects' territories shared a border, and conflicts large and small had never ceased.

Some among them had been left with deeply unpleasant memories from their encounters with Hehuan Sect cultivators.

Even those who had never experienced such things had heard about them.

Fresh grudges and old hatreds, coupled with the lucrative bounty and their sect elders personally leading the charge, had ignited their fighting spirit.

Their fierce sense of belonging to the sect had also awakened.

"I" and "you" were "we"!

They were fellow disciples and fellow cultivators, raised beneath the same banner, deeply blessed and sheltered by the sect.

They shared a common enemy-the Hehuan Sect!

As Li Changfeng's aged, commanding voice fell silent, the thousands of disciples on the drill ground were deeply moved. Some younger disciples flushed, their hearts surging with excitement.

Yet the grounds fell silent for a moment, like the prelude to a storm.

"Blood must be repaid with blood!"

Barely half a breath later, more than a dozen voices rang out from the crowd almost simultaneously.

Every one of them shouted until their voices cracked!

The other disciples seemed