Every one of these new disciples had made it through the Blood-soaked Land.
If nothing else, the repeated slaughters had honed a fierce fighting spirit in every one of them.
Previously, upon their arrival in this new environment, their ferocity and pride had been severely suppressed by the older disciples.
But today, seeing Chu Qingyun dare to argue his case and rise in defiance, ignited their own indignation and courage.
"You're all… asking to die…"
A Ninth-Level Martial Spirit's expression darkened, and he was about to step forward and attack.
However, someone beside him held him back. "Don't attack yet. That Chu Qingyun has riled them up, and their morale is soaring. We can definitely win a fight against them now, but they'll fight to the death. If things really get out of hand, it won't be good for us."
"Then what should we do? If we don't put them in their place, how can we ever show our faces in the Outer Sect again?"
