"Senior Brother Qiu, kill that country bumpkin!"
"That's right! Show these guys from the sticks the power of our Medicine King Valley."
Martial cultivators were, by nature, a belligerent bunch.
The moment Yang Xiao stepped onto the stage, the crowd below began to clamor.
Most of these people were unaware of the events concerning the Red Flame Sect.
However, those who did know and were involved said nothing, though their eyes were filled with killing intent.
Qiu Chengjun had already told them, however.
They couldn't use the killing of the sect's disciples as grounds for accusation.
Because that damn Yang Xiao had already seen through it all.
Thus, they had only one option.
To cripple him, fair and square.
To beat him to death.
Only this way could they avoid criticism.
This was the way of cultivation on the Martial Dao.
The strong are revered, and the weak are enslaved.
The contest was one of martial prowess.
