Kong Luoyue's nine disciples' eyes brightened as they pleaded, "Master, can you watch Senior Uncle Shi avenge my senior brother? Please, master! "
Kong Luoyue's expression was steely. "Don't all of you understand human language? Don't you know what it means to be unqualified? Revenge isn't your business. You have no right to question what others did or didn't do what you shouldn't do! Go! Don't make me waste another word! "
Without another word, he forcefully led his nine disciples away.
The nine disciples gritted their teeth, tears streaming down their cheeks, but they could not do anything. The only thing they could do was to leave with Kong Luoyue.
However, a seed was planted in everyone's hearts.
This was the martial world!
If the enemy did not die, I would!
If I did not die, the enemy would!
Qualification was strength.
Those who were not strong enough could only shed tears!
They did not even have the right to watch the enemy's head fall.
This was the real martial world, the cruelest reality.
They kept turning back to delay with every step, hoping to hear the sound of Senior Uncle Shi's killing spree. However, their wishes were destined to be in vain as they returned to the nine peaks before they even heard it.
At this moment, everyone's hearts were on the verge of exploding.
Kong Luoyue said faintly, "Continue cultivating!"
Before his voice faded, he returned to his palace without a second thought.
As for the injured youth, he was thrown in front of the hall by Kong Luoyue. He was still lying on the ground, drenched in blood and unconscious. Only the slight rise and fall of his chest signified that he was still alive.
The youths glared at him but none of them dared to disobey their master's orders. They could only watch with bloodshot eyes as their brothers struggled to stay alive while they cultivated with all their might.
"If you don't cultivate diligently, if you don't try your best to improve, the only result will be misery. The ones who will be lying here in the future will be your brothers and sisters, or even yourself. You're a burden to others and yourself, wasting resources for nothing."
Kong Luoyue's voice was cold and merciless.
"This child overestimated himself. He was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, seeking his own death. He had nothing to do with anyone and was even implicated by his brothers and sisters. He deserved to die. However, considering that it's your first offense, I'll be merciful. If you can improve by one level, I'll make an exception and save his life!
"If you can't improve, then let him die in front of you! You caused him to be injured, and then sat back and watched him die. He only has himself to blame. He deserves to die, and I will not blame you! "
His bloodied brother's body was right in front of him. If he couldn't make a breakthrough, his brother wouldn't be able to live.
The nine young boys and girls simultaneously circulated their martial arts with all their might. With only one thought, they cultivated and broke through!
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In the hall, Kong Luoyue watched the nine disciples fighting for their lives on the square outside the hall. Relief flashed across his cold gaze.
Looking at the disciple lying on the ground whose blood vessels had been sealed by him, the disciple looked extremely miserable and bloody from head to toe, but in fact, he was only temporarily unconscious. He snorted twice and murmured, "You've inspired all your brothers and sisters. You've stood out for a moment and become quick-witted for a moment. You've achieved this opportunity and prestige. This is your opportunity, but also their opportunity."
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Shi Bujia took a step forward and bellowed, "Who ambushed and injured the Residence of Nine Supremes' disciples? Stand up straight! F * cking hell, have you all eaten the guts of a leopard? "
The young disciples who followed behind Shi Bujia were grief-stricken as well.
They shared the same thought. Their brothers who had been born together with them had actually been ambushed and beaten to a pulp by the enemy right before their eyes!
If not for their master and uncle-master, how many of them could have survived?
The eyes of the ten disciples were filled with rage, unable to contain their anger.
Shi Bujia's method of education was different from Kong Luoyue's.
Kong Luoyue's method was to turn his grief and indignation into strength and bring his men away, allowing the rage to continue to motivate his disciples.
Shi Bujia, on the other hand, used Kong Luoyue's method to skip a step, but the effect was the same.
On the other side, the Flying Dagger School members who had launched the sneak attack were all indignant.
Although the flying dagger just now was a sneak attack, the assailant had already assessed the distance and position. Based on the ability Kong Luoyue had displayed earlier, he could have easily blocked the flying dagger and saved the little girl, but it was also equivalent to keeping Kong Luoyue here. With the combat power Kong Luoyue had expended in slaughtering the Black Tiger Sect, the Flying Dagger School, which was slightly stronger, would naturally have a higher chance of winning if they waited for him to exhaust himself. They could then use this to establish the Flying Dagger School's reputation and even accumulate the number of people they needed to kill.
Unexpectedly, Kong Luoyue had left without a care, and now another one had jumped out, using their school as a tool to educate their disciples!
This matter … was absolutely shameful!
Naturally, the Flying Dagger School members could not wait to jump out.
Shi Bujia said coldly, "The Black Tiger Sect has been completely wiped out. Why isn't it recorded in the Celestial Luck Banner?"
With a wave of his hand, the Celestial Luck Banner that represented the Residence of Nine Supremes appeared above him. A whirlwind stirred, and a shadow of the Celestial Luck Banner rose from the corpses of the Black Tiger Sect members, turning into green smoke and fusing with the Residence of Nine Supremes' Celestial Luck Banner.
A number appeared on the Residence of Nine Supremes' Celestial Luck Banner. "One!"
It was a sign that a sect had been defeated, simple and brutal.
Shi Bujia lifted his head abruptly and stared at the Flying Dagger School disciples before him, grinning savagely. "I'm Shi Bujia of the Demiurge-Flawed Ten!"
Without waiting for a reply, he drew his sword and charged forward.
'Time is of the essence. Who has the interest to dawdle with you guys?' It was more important to kill these fellows as soon as possible.
For a moment, blood splattered everywhere, filling the sky with crimson.
The combined ability of the Flying Dagger School was only slightly stronger than that of the Black Tiger Sect. Otherwise, there was no need for them to ambush Kong Luoyue. They were merely planning to wait for the enemy to tire themselves out, hoping for a fluke that did not have much chance of winning. Now that they were up against Shi Bujia, who was even stronger than Kong Luoyue, they were in an even worse position.
The Flying Dagger School had always been known for their concealed weapons, and the greatest taboo for a sect that specialized in such weapons was nothing more than close-range combat.
Yet, what Shi Bujia was best at was close-range combat. In just a short while, the battle was already one-sided.
"Watch as I avenge your brothers!"
"But if you don't have the ability in the future, you can only wait for others to avenge you!"
"Begging for external help is the most passive and helpless act of a coward. My disciples will never do that!"
"Walking the martial world and facing life and death head-on is the true martial world!"
Shi Bujia's voice was as cold as Kong Luoyue's.
In spite of this, the disciples did not utter a single word of complaint. Their faces were pale as they stared fixedly at the splattering flesh and blood.
'Master is right. This is the martial world!'
After the battle, the Residence of Nine Supremes' Celestial Luck Banner changed to another number.
"Two!"
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