[v]Laugh at me for being a loser? You'll all kneel down after you awaken your talent!

At this moment, inside the Yu Sha Army camp.

A new recruit was woken up by the urge to urinate and, still half asleep, groped his way out to relieve himself.

He found a quiet place and was taking care of his physiological needs.

At one point, a cold wind blew by, and he suddenly shrank his neck.

Why is it so quiet?

It's so quiet!

The senior's snoring stopped, and those training fanatics were no longer training all night.

He mustered his courage and peeked into the tents of his seniors.

Silence as death.

The recruit let out a scream and scrambled back to his tent, his mind replaying scenes from the horror stories he had read.

"Hey! Wake up!" He nudged the recruit next to him. "I'm telling you... this place is haunted! All the seniors have disappeared!"

The recruit kicked his toes in annoyance.

"What's wrong with you in the middle of the night? Get out!"

The terrified recruit: "..."

Outside the western suburbs, all the disciples of the Zongxuan Alliance stood on the open ground, each holding a spirit-treasure dagger. They did not seek shelter, and snowflakes fell heavily on their heads.

But they didn't feel cold at all; instead, they stared at the elder standing at the front with bloodshot eyes.

"I'm sure this battle with the Samsara Palace has taught you a lot."

The disciples of the Zongxuan Alliance all swallowed hard.

They knew what was going to happen next, but they felt no guilt; they were only eager to try it out.

Occasionally, a few people who seemed less determined while clutching daggers were all apprehended by the Grand Elder.

Those who didn't think this 'game' was right were pulled to the front and lined up. "I see you have objections to this game?" the elder asked, squinting his eyes.

One of the disciples answered tremblingly, "Elder, those 'lambs' did nothing wrong and posed no threat to us. We don't need to kill so many people, do we?"

His response was a hard slap from the Grand Elder.

"Useless thing!" The man was knocked to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

"Do you know why you couldn't defeat the Samsara Palace? Because they're more ruthless than you!" The First Elder spat on the ground. "Do you know why those Feather Fiend Army, even though they don't have a single Xuanhuang expert, dare to ride roughshod over us? Because they're more ruthless than you! More fearless than you!"

"Throughout history, no one has ever achieved great things without treading on mountains of corpses and seas of blood!"

Do you want to be someone who helps others succeed, or someone who helps yourself succeed?

The Grand Elder's eyes were filled with barely suppressed ambition. The snowflakes grew larger and larger, each one hitting his face. Yet, the disciples of the Zongxuan Alliance seemed to feel no pain, only looking at him with fervent eyes.

"Today is a crucial moment to temper your character," the Grand Elder chuckled. "If you want to control your own destiny, you must first stop valuing the lives of others!"

Zongxuan Alliance used to be a sect, and its disciples were like flowers grown in a greenhouse.

If Zongxuan Alliance wants to become the overlord of Tianfeng, it must turn these greenhouse flowers into man-eating flowers.

The Grand Elder stood with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance. He felt a surge of heroic spirit rising in his chest, as if he could already see the disciples of the Zongxuan Alliance transforming into formidable powerhouses like the Yu Sha Army. Then, he would lead his disciples, crushing thousands of troops along the way, and become the overlord of the Tianfeng.

"Don't worry." The elder smiled as he looked at the crowd in front of him. "The people this time were all chosen by the Phoenix. There is no one whose strength surpasses that of a Xuan Shi. You can kill them with peace of mind."

The disciples of the Zongxuan Alliance were so enraged by his words that their eyes turned red, and their burgeoning killing intent was about to burst forth.

The pent-up frustration they had been feeling these past few days, coupled with the harrowing scenes of their fellow disciples being brutally murdered by the Shadow Guards of the Samsara Palace during countless battles, still haunted their nightmares from time to time.

They were afraid, yet they desperately needed to vent.

kill!

Kill them!

Kill them all!

They want to be superior to others, to be able to control the fate of others.

The thought that those weaklings who were no match for them were now waiting to be released on the mountaintop filled them with an uncontrollable rage, a sense of superiority derived from the power to control the lives and deaths of the weak.

Many have even imagined the wonderful feeling of slicing open their chests with a dagger.

This was destined to be a massacre.

……

On the mountaintop, Bai Huang stood facing the wind; they were all dressed in night clothes.

Wang Xin Gui was standing on a corpse, who was still wearing the disciple's robes of the Zong Xuan Alliance.

He was stabbed to death by Wang Xingui with a single sword strike.

"Tch! So weak, yet you dare to play a slaughter game?" Wang Xin Gui stomped hard on his forehead, causing blood to splatter out, making the scene extremely sticky.

Qin Shu then looked at the several huge steel cages behind him.

I glanced inside and saw that there were quite a few people, all of whom had their faces covered by masks.

But in their eyes, all they could see was helplessness and terror.

Such a gaze is most likely to stimulate a person's violent desires.

"Don't be afraid," Qin Shu said gently. "We're here to help you." He pointed to a path behind him. "That's the path to the foot of the mountain. We've already dealt with the disciples on that path. You just need to follow that path all the way down."

The people in the cage nodded in agreement, and some of the more timid ones couldn't help but cry out.

Bai Huang glanced at those people.

They were just a few beggar children around ten years old.

"However, we have one request." Qin Shu noticed the children in the cage, and his voice turned several degrees colder. "When you go down, you must not make a sound, and you must not cry. You must be quiet, okay?"

The people in the cage all nodded.

These people dressed in night clothes exuded a murderous aura and looked even more terrifying than the members of the Zongxuan Alliance.

But they knew... this was their benefactor!

If they speak up, will it cause harm to their benefactors?

They covered their mouths tightly and even tiptoed down the mountain.

The children were even afraid that their shoes would make a sound, so they took off their shoes and ran barefoot down the mountain.

The Feather Fiend Army felt even more distressed upon seeing this.

The iron cage was burned to the ground.

Standing atop the mountain, they heard the cheers of the Zongxuan Alliance disciples below. They were like people about to enjoy a delicious snack, unable to resist cheering before the meal began.

The Grand Elder spoke with great authority.

"go!"

Several figures immediately rushed up the mountain, their hearts filled with eager anticipation.

Bai Huang chuckled softly. The snowflakes gradually turned into large flakes. She put on a face mask to cover her face, stood up, and the sky was overcast with no moonlight in sight.

She waved her hand dismissively and said, "Let's go!"

Countless black figures shot towards the foot of the mountain like arrows released from a bow.