Starting with Kong Luoyue's poor performance, the Supremes of the Residence of Nine Supremes stepped out one after another. The shock experienced by the dozens of sects waiting outside was unparalleled and soul-stirring.
The Residence of Nine Supremes was a newly established sect, and its registered master was a country bumpkin who had just ascended to the Bound of Universe. It had only been established for less than half a year, and it was the softest persimmon in everyone's hearts!
But why did the Demiurge-Flawed Ten, who were renowned for their ruthlessness, jump out as soon as the challenge began?
If they wanted to jump out, so be it, but the Demiurge-Flawed Ten's ability was more than a notch higher than the legend said … No, it was more than twice as strong!
It was like a nightmare.
A collective nightmare for all the sects who wanted to challenge the Residence of Nine Supremes!
We came here confidently to gain experience, but in the end, we came to give experience to our target?
What was this?
Although the Demiurge-Flawed Ten was regarded as a whetstone by the various sects, they were all experts to these unranked sects.
Moreover, their cultivation base had actually doubled!
When it was Shi Wuchen's turn to fight, the remaining four sects outside had lost their will to fight.
As the Demiurge-Flawed Ten made their moves, seven sects were all defeated in front of the Residence of Nine Supremes' mountain gate. Everyone was almost numb from watching this. How could they continue to repeat the same mistakes?
They were going to die, one after another!
"Don't fight, we're just here to watch the show, just to watch the show!"
The five to six sects outside said in unison, "Besides, we don't plan to participate in the Celestial Luck Banner contest … We're just here to see the gap …"
When they said this, the leaders of the sects felt their hearts bleed.
Come here to watch the show excitedly?
What was the difference between denying one's qualification and offering it to someone else with both hands?
It was an extremely sullen feeling, but they had to bury it in their hearts, not daring to let it leak out, lest it gave the strict opponent in front of them an excuse.
However, looking at the increasing number of corpses outside the Residence of Nine Supremes' mountain gate and the thickening smell of blood …
Everyone felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over their heads, enlightening them.
No matter how humiliating and depressing they were, it was better than becoming corpses, was it not?
The first few batches of people from the Residence of Nine Supremes were like gods of death, leaving no one alive throughout the whole process. Every time they attacked, they would kill.
The first seven sects had sent at least thirty people each, but none of them were spared. All of them had fallen in front of the Residence of Nine Supremes, dead and on their way to the underworld.
Their original intention was the same as theirs; they all wanted to conquer the Residence of Nine Supremes and make it their stepping stone, so that they could gain experience in the battle of the Celestial Luck Banner. Without exception, all of them had become the stepping stones of the Residence of Nine Supremes!
Perhaps the sects they challenged at the beginning were relatively limited in strength and not very strong, but later on, they would only fight when they thought they had absolute confidence. After all, how could they fight for the Celestial Luck Banner if they did not have much confidence?
In spite of this, the outcome was the same. The Demiurge-Flawed Ten of the past and the eight Supremes of the current Residence of Nine Supremes were each stronger than the last. They were so strong that they could only look up to them and had no desire to compete anymore!
They would rather give up against their will, almost like wagging their tails and begging for mercy, struggling at death's door!
This was the supremacy of strength. Blood flowed in front of the Residence of Nine Supremes, and the corpses of more than two hundred experts of the martial world lay in a mess. Reality once again proved this point!
Shi Wuchen's eyes narrowed.
He did not expect that when it was his turn to lead his disciples to fight, these fellows would all cower …
Shouldn't the sect that stayed until the end be the strongest among them? Why did they cower? This should not be the case. It did not make sense!
How could he train his disciples if they cower?
"Forget it. Go and clean up these corpses," Shi Wuchen ordered.
"Remember to search each corpse carefully. This time, they were the ones who provoked us. There's no such thing as giving up their lives for their wealth … These are all our trophies, no doubt about it."
"Our sect is still in the early stages, so we can't waste any resources! Including weapons and clothes. "
Nearly two hundred people from the five sects who were lucky enough to escape the disaster stood where they were like clay sculptures, watching ten fair-skinned boys and girls rummaging through, searching, and searching the blood-drenched battlefield.
Everyone had a strong urge to vomit.
He flipped them over one arm and one leg, searching for anything valuable …
It felt like they were searching themselves. If their own sect had attacked just now, would they not be the targets of the search as well?
All the spectators could not help but feel like vomiting, let alone the ten disciples who were carrying out the task.
Ten youths who had not seen the world!
Shi Wuchen's ten disciples were all pale, looking no better than the seven Supremes' disciples who had fought earlier.
However, none of them stopped. Their movements were not sluggish or hesitant at all.
Shi Wuchen's words were cold and grim.
"If the Residence of Nine Supremes were defeated, you would be the ones lying on the ground now, and you would be the ones being plundered."
"The winner is king, and the loser is a thief. This is the survival of the fittest in the martial world. "
"The winner lives and grows stronger to survive; once defeated, you will become the spoils of war of the defeated. If you don't want to be defeated and killed, and don't want to become someone else's spoils, then you must grow stronger from now on. "
"I can help you achieve victory today, but sooner or later, you will have to roam the martial world on your own, and face the cruelty of reality on your own."
"Kindness can exist in the heart, but unnecessary pity must be abandoned."
"Because this is the martial world."
"Reality will not be forgiven because of so-called pity and sorrow. Remember what happened today, and never forget it for the rest of your life!"
…
The people from the five sects stood aside, listening to Shi Wuchen teach his disciples as if there was no one else around. Everyone felt a chill rising in their hearts, lingering for a long time.
At this moment, there was only one word left in their minds.
Regret.
The people from the Residence of Nine Supremes gave off the feeling of a pack of hungry wolves — hungry wolves that were full of savagery.
The only thing they taught their juniors was blood and reality.
Shi Wuchen finally left with his disciples. However, the blood on the ground was not cleaned up, and the corpses were still strewn all over the ground, looking even more ghastly than before.
Yun Yang had not come out yet.
What was left behind were all tools, excellent tools for teaching disciples.
Although they were once living people, they had chosen to destroy the Residence of Nine Supremes, and now that they had been killed and their corpses laid out on the ground, they had to pay the corresponding price. The price was not only their lives, but they had to become tools for the Residence of Nine Supremes.
Before and after death, they were tools to be used by others. This was the case with their lives, and so were their corpses!
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