Though still alive, they had lost all hope and faith, like a numb walking corpse, only to be manipulated by others.
But now when they saw,
Fang Hai, who once stood above them and tormented them freely, was now like a fat maggot, crushed under Lu Yuan's foot.
Their once lifeless eyes finally regained a glimmer of spirit and courage.
"Each of you, take a slice of flesh from him with your sword."
Lu Yuan waved his hand, and dozens of longswords appeared before the disciples of Cyan Cloud Sect.
But upon hearing his words, those disciples stood in place, somewhat at a loss.
After all, ordinary people, when they saw constables from a government office from afar, would instinctively feel nervous, like mice seeing a cat.
These Cyan Cloud Sect disciples, having been oppressed and tormented by Fang Hai for so long, were already terrified of him; how could they dare to strike him?
"Go ahead, even if the sky falls, I'll hold it up."
Lu Yuan said in a deep voice.
"I'll go first!"
