The loose cultivators lack unity, which is an undeniable fact.
Otherwise, they wouldn't make up over ninety percent of the population yet be suppressed and even enslaved by less than ten percent of the sects and aristocratic families.
But at this moment, Jian Wuheng's words are like a knife, piercing their long-numbed hearts.
Is it fated for loose cultivators to be oppressed and bullied?
Are sect and noble family descendants truly born superior?
Humans are not livestock, why must they be identified by their blood? Are nobles indeed bred?
In those ear-piercing yet deafening shouts, the usually humble and timid loose cultivators were finally awakened and stirred.
Looking at these eager loose cultivators, Jian Wuheng was utterly furious, as if maddened, and hysterically shouted:
"Defeat these loose cultivators, remove them completely, leave no spot for them!"
Now, after a series of skirmishes, there are still seven or eight hundred people left on the Ascending Dragon Platform.
