"Keep smashing! If anyone dares to slack off, if anyone dares to hold back intentionally, I'll make them die!" Blood God Robe roared, his voice slightly hoarse, murderous intent condensed. Over the past five months, he had killed no fewer than ten Martial Cultivators—those who refused to put in effort—serving as an example to warn others.
Upon hearing Blood God Robe's angry howl, the thousand or so Martial Cultivators could only swallow elixirs to rapidly recover their Mysterious Qi, then continue smashing.
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Supreme Heavenly Fire Sect.
"Sect Master, has Su Chen not returned yet?" Great Elder Yuu Tianyi's face looked grim as he stared at Sheng Yingkun, harboring an urgent concern deep in his heart.
Sheng Yingkun himself was also anxious.
It's been nearly a year and a half now.
Not a shred of news about Su Chen!
