Everyone standing on the platform felt intense tension, fearing they might be Liu Wuxie’s next target—the disciples who came to watch also backed away to avoid being caught in the crossfire.0

“Time’s up again!” Liu Wuxie vanished once again, sending the nearest youth flying into the air, his dantian shattered by another powerful kick.0

This made the other members of the Lesser Blade Association restless in their surroundings. They had only joined the Lesser Blade Association for the benefits, not to put their lives at risk.0

With two people crippled by Liu Wuxie, this planted the seeds of fear in the hearts of everyone. Many people wanted to flee because who would want to sacrifice their future?0

Another five breaths had passed, and it had been fifteen seconds now. Yet, Song Guang was still nowhere to be seen. Yet, the surrounding disciples didn’t dare to leave.0

“Time’s up again!” Liu Wuxie vanished once more, and a disciple was sent flying out again with his cultivation crippled.0

“Liu Wuxie, we have no grudge against you, so why are you doing this to us?!” cried a young disciple. What he said wasn’t wrong; not everyone in the Lesser Blade Association was evil. But there were consequences they had to bear since they had chosen...0