A living person turned into charcoal in an instant. It was a horrifying scene.
When the other stone pickers saw it, they trembled in fear.
However, the disciples of Shifang Sword Sect were calm and even cold.
"Mark the place where you just walked."
Among the disciples of Shifang Sword Sect, a young man with dark skin and a cold face ordered.
This cold young man was the Senior Brother Zheng that the Shifang Sword Sect disciple had mentioned earlier, Zheng Qian.
He didn't even look at the stone pickers. In his eyes, these stone pickers were just ants, tools to be used.
His gaze was fixated on the extinct volcano in front of him. His eyes were blazing.
"According to the records left by my ancestors, this is the place. I must get the Spiritual Fire Elixir. As long as I can get it, my physical body will be able to reach Grade-2. Then, my strength will increase greatly. I will be able to win ten consecutive victories on the bronze platform and get on the bronze list."
"Not only will my physical body reach Grade-2, but it will also reach a higher level. Three hundred years ago, my ancestors got the Spiritual Fire Elixir here. Now that three hundred years have passed, there must be a lot of Spiritual Fire Elixir here. If I have enough, it's not impossible to reach Grade-3 physical body. Haha, then how much will my combat strength increase?"
Zheng Qian thought fervently.
"Yes, Senior Brother Zheng!"
The disciples of Shifang Sword Sect responded. Then, they threw out balls of white powder and sprinkled it on the place where the burly man walked, forming a safe route.
"Now, you, go and find the way."
The disciples of Shifang Sword Sect pointed at a young man in his twenties.
The young man's face turned pale. He was in despair and cold sweat dripped down. He shouted, "I beg you, let me go. I beg you."
"Ah Hai, young heroes, please let Ah Hai go. Let me take his place. He's still young!"
A white-haired old man walked out and knelt on the ground. He kept kowtowing.
"Grandpa, no, you can't go!"
The young man shouted.
"Let me do it. Let me do it. Please let Ah Hai go. He's still young!"
The old man did not seem to hear the young man and kept kowtowing.
"Oh? What a pair of grandfather and grandson. Alright, I'll let you go. Old man, go and find the way! "
A disciple of Shifang Sword Sect with a flat nose waved his hand and said.
"Grandpa, grandpa, don't go."
The young man cried out loudly as tears streamed down his face.
"Ah Hai, Grandpa is already so old. It doesn't matter anymore, but you must live on."
The old man warned the young man. Then, without turning back, he continued walking forward.
The young man watched in despair.
Two hundred meters ahead, the burly man from before had passed through. It was very safe, and the old man passed through smoothly.
At this point, the old man carefully avoided the place where the lava was spurted out and continued forward.
However, before he could walk a hundred meters, the old man stepped on the ground. The ground suddenly cracked and the old man fell down.
Immediately after, there was a burst of miserable shrieks. After a few breaths, there was no more sound.
"Grandfather!"
The young man roared in despair.
The other stone pickers were even more flustered, their faces pale.
"Make a mark!"
Zheng Qian continued to instruct.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Balls of white powder were tossed out, marking out the safe routes and the dangerous areas.
"You, it's your turn. Go up!"
The Decimo Sword Faction disciple pointed at the young man from before.
The young man's expression changed drastically. He shouted, "Just now, just now, my grandfather had already replaced me. Why … why are you still asking me to go?"
"Replace you? I never said that he would replace you. He asked to go first. Of course, I have to satisfy him. Now, it's your turn. "
The Decimo Sword Faction disciple said coldly with a playful look on his face.
The other disciples of the Ten Directions Sword Sect looked on indifferently.
"No, no, you can't do this. You can't do this. I'm not going. I'm not going."
The young man kept shaking his head as he screamed.
The other stone pickers kept quiet out of fear. They did not dare to say a word, fearing that they would be noticed by the Decimo Sword Faction disciples.
"You're not going?"
The Decimo Sword Faction disciple's face turned cold. He sneered and said, "You're not going, right? If you're not going, I'll send you on your way to accompany your dead grandfather."
He waved his battle sword, and a cold murderous intent shrouded the young man.
The young man's eyes were filled with fear. In the end, he still moved forward while trembling.
When the young man walked forward for dozens of meters, he suddenly ran to the side crazily.
"Trying to escape? You're courting death!"
The Decimo Sword Faction disciple shouted. He held his sword with both hands and slashed at the young man who was running away.
Whoosh!
A sword aura burst out and crossed dozens of meters in an instant, cutting the young man in half.
"I've said it before. If you go forward obediently, you might have a chance to live. If you want to escape, only death awaits."
The Decimo Sword Faction disciple sneered. He then pointed again and said, "You, go and scout."
The people who were pointed at walked out in despair. They trembled as they moved forward, hoping that they would be lucky enough to reach the end.
But the result was still death.
Just like that, the stone pickers who went forward to scout died one by one in the lava.
But the safe route was slowly being explored.
The closer it was to the extinct volcano, the more dangerous it was. The ground was unstable.
More than a dozen stone pickers died in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, they were about a hundred meters away from the extinct volcano.
He called a few more people to investigate. Finally, a complete and safe path appeared.
"Young heroes, can we leave now?"
One of the remaining ten or so stone pickers asked softly.
"Leave? Leave where? The news here can't be leaked. "
Zheng Qian, who had been silent, said.
"Wh … What? What do you mean? "
The stone pickers' expressions changed drastically.
"What do we mean? All of you have to die! "
The Decimo Sword Faction disciple sneered.
"No, no, you said that you would let us go as long as you found a safe route. You can't do this. You're disciples of the Decimo Sword Faction. You can't go back on your words."
"I beg you!"
"No, I don't want to die. I curse you to die a horrible death!"
The ten or so stone pickers who had a glimmer of hope were now in despair. They screamed crazily.
"Curse us? You know that we're disciples of the Decimo Sword Faction. Who dares to kill us? "
The Decimo Sword Faction disciple sneered.
"Eh? There's someone over there. He's walking over here. "
Suddenly, a disciple of the Decimo Sword Faction shouted.
The others could not help but look in that direction.
At the rear right, a young figure was walking over step by step.
That figure was about fifteen or sixteen years old. He had a slender figure and a delicate face. However, his eyes were extremely cold, so cold that it was terrifying.
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