"I’m going to kill every single one of them," Gang Reyong said coldly, as if merely stating a fact.
"..." Jian Ruxue could only sigh in helpless resignation.
In the end, she was nothing more than a follower of Gang Reyong, powerless to go against his orders. The only resistance she had left was in her thoughts.
As that realization settled in, her mind drifted to the past...
[Flashback of Jian Ruxue]
To the beautiful mountains and blooming sakura trees, to that peaceful, serene world she once knew.
Back to her childhood, training alongside her senior brothers and sister.
She had always been a quiet child, but one brimming with curiosity. She even had a pet parrot she adored and fed with care. It was her joy, her light, but that happiness had been short-lived, just like the parrot.
She remembered being deeply depressed, until she met her master, who responded to her grief with a single, simple sentence:
"Such is life."
After that, she spent years in seclusion, immersing herself in the teachings of Mount Hua.
When she finally emerged, the world had changed, or perhaps she had.
As she grew older, she became numb to the society around her.
Everyone seemed to harbor cruelty in their hearts.
Even those closest to her were driven by their own desires, some willing to betray one another for the sake of gain.
Over time, she learned to accept this reality. But deep within, she harbored no such desire herself.
For her, the teachings of Mount Hua were everything and even now, they remained deeply engraved in her heart:
Help the needy. Do not bully the weak. Protect them. And most importantly, cherish what you have, no matter how little, and be grateful for it.
[Flashback End]
"Sigh, child..." Jian Ruxue muttered quietly, her voice laced with defeat. "I only hope you don’t reach the point of no return, consumed by so much anger that it leads to your own destruction."
While Jian Ruxue was lost in her own thoughts, Gang Reyong remained unmoved. Without hesitation, he connected with the Abyss of Death and effortlessly erased the consciousness of the two First-Stage Martial Artists.
It was as easy as breathing.
Using the illusion ability granted by his Will, the task posed no challenge. Everyone had a vulnerability hidden deep within their minds, and with his illusions, he could exploit those cracks, again and again, until their sanity collapsed.
Once the deed was done, Gang Reyong raised his head and spoke in a voice devoid of warmth:
"Arise."
The void before him twisted and distorted in response.
From the distorted void, three figures emerged, shrouded in an eerie darkness.
The first two were the Fourth and Seventh Elders. The last was Jin Hyuk. Each of them radiated the terrifying presence of a First-Stage Martial Artist.
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Elsewhere, three elders shot through the skies, their robes fluttering in the wind as they moved at full speed. One of them suddenly felt the ground tremble beneath them and muttered in horror:
"What should we do now?"
"Obviously, we return to the faction," another replied flatly.
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