On the walls of Shrek City, Ning Junping sneered. "If we don't stand on the same battle line as Shrek and wait for Shrek City to fall, that's when the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect will truly face annihilation."
"What sort of beasts worse than pigs and dogs fill your Holy Spirit Cult? Once you collude with the Sun Moon Empire and rule the Douluo Continent, our Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect will truly become fish on the chopping block, at anyone's mercy. Do you think our Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect doesn't understand something so simple?"
What Ning Junping said was precisely what most of the sects and other factions within Shrek City were thinking.
Among the Soul Masters of the Douluo Continent, those trained by academies without family backing were often more likely to be impassioned souls ready to meet a tragic end. Tang Yaolei and his classmates, who had enlisted and headed to the front immediately after graduation, were typical examples.
As for sect disciples, they were normally less sensitive to war. That was only natural. Power answered only to the source of that power. Their sects had provided all their cultivation resources since childhood, so their sense of belonging to their countries was relatively weak. Nothing could have been more natural. This was a key reason why the imperial courts of many infinite worlds could not tolerate sects.
Sect Soul Masters' lack of attachment to their countries was, in fact, much like the choice of those great aristocratic clans on Chen Ping's Blue Star to watch dynasties rise and fall with a smile. Hadn't a certain family, drafting surrender petitions generation after generation, endured for over a thousand years and still been alive and well in Chen Ping's era?
If this war had been an internal