"Yes!"
Tens of thousands of Peach Mountain disciples flew down from the sky, landing atop the pass city to stand alongside the cultivators of Ten Thousand Swords Pass.
Only Wu Qian flew to Su Mo's side and gazed at him. The meaning in her beautiful eyes was unmistakable: she would not leave him by even half a step.
Seeing the stubbornness in Wu Qian's eyes, Su Mo sighed and nodded.
Lowering his gaze to the Peach Mountain disciples below, Su Mo drew a deep breath and said in a low voice:
"Border Pass soldiers... in life, heroes among men; in death, heroes among ghosts!"
"But I do not want you to be heroes among ghosts. I want you alive, heroes of this world, heroes of my Peach Mountain."
"I command you all..." Su Mo said in a low voice.
"...to return alive!"
There were tens of thousands of Peach Mountain disciples, and he had not yet had time to remember them all...
After this battle, would he still have the chance to get to know them? And how many of Peach Mountain's disciples would return...
Taking one last look at all the Peach Mountain disciples, Su Mo abruptly turned. Golden light shone beneath his feet, and he vanished into the heavens with Wu Qian.
A cool wind from beyond the pass blew over Ten Thousand Swords Pass...
Stirring an indescribable tenderness...
The Peach Mountain disciples atop Ten Thousand Swords Pass knelt one after another and bowed deeply toward where Su Mo had vanished.
"We disciples... shall obey your command, young master!"
Beyond the pass, amid the gray haze, countless pairs of shadowy eyes stared fixedly at the pass city.
Demon beasts crowded together beyond the pass, making no move.
Their unbridled bloody aura shook the void, and even the