"Sect Master, vice leaders have to lead a team of more than ten people," Xuanyuan Yucheng said.

"I know. He can do it, trust me," Xuanyuan Dao said.

"Understood!" The disciples turned to Tianming once more.

"I will be leaving for now. Make sure to stand united. Don’t fight for yourself. Only by fighting for the group will you survive. The pride of the sect is resting on your shoulders," Xuanyuan Dao said as he walked to the entrance. "I hope that I see all of you back alive after the second phase."

"We will, Sect Master!"

They were fueled by the anger of seeing their dead comrades. The blood feud had set a spark in their spirits. No matter what clan they had come from, they were all hot-blooded young folks. They left the complicated politics to their seniors, all they had to concern themselves with was revenge, survival, and pride. They would never forget the humiliation and mockery they had...