Although their intention was to train the people of both factions, these young disciples were completely unaware of their good intentions.
All they knew was that if they went up there, they would definitely die.
That demonic dragon already looked incredibly powerful, and this place is an ancient battlefield. If they go up there, who knows if they'll even survive?
Xie Zhou is now telling them to go down and deal with the monster. She's clearly sending them to their deaths!
They've never done anything wrong, so why should they go and become punching bags to die for her?
The other elders of Wuyou Pavilion also hurriedly came out to persuade her: "The young disciples are definitely no match for this demonic dragon. After all, it is a demonic dragon from an ancient battlefield. Miss Xie, please think twice before you act. Let's work together to kill this demonic dragon."
Upon hearing this, Xie Zhou frowned even more deeply. "Is this how you people from Wuyou Pavilion and Sword Sect treat your disciples? Do you intend to raise a bunch of useless trash?"
Upon hearing this, Song Wu stepped forward, his smile slowly fading. "I think Miss Xie is absolutely right. Our young disciples do indeed need training."
"Senior Brother Song!"
The other young disciples looked at Song Wu in disbelief when they heard what he said.
"How could you side with Xie Zhou and betray your own people?"
Others at the same address also heard the news and felt that they were doomed, unable to hide the shock on their faces.
Since Song Wu had already said that, what else could the others say? So they all lowered their heads and decided not to pay any more attention.
The other young disciples were still unconvinced and were about to argue with the two of them when, just as they were about to speak, they suddenly felt a tightness in their throats.
When they opened their eyes, they were already on the ground.
Xie Zhou was too lazy to listen to his disciples' nonsense, so he simply waved his hand without any politeness.
"Anyone who has a problem with this, may all die on that spot. I'll find you a grave to bury you. How can someone so cowardly and afraid of death be a disciple of the Sword Sect and the Worry-Free Pavilion?"
As she spoke, she directly knocked all the disciples underground down into the ground.
"Xie Zhou! How could you do such a thing?"
The disciples suddenly found themselves speechless. They stared wide-eyed in disbelief, and then found themselves on the ground.
Then they met the dragon's emotionless eyes.
Caught off guard, he was lifted off the ground and then saw the dragon's sinister eyes.
Some people were so frightened that they scrambled back into the air, only to find that they couldn't get up at all.
At this moment, Xie Zhou pressed them down with his hands, preventing them from even flying. They could only watch helplessly as the demonic dragon charged towards them.
The disciples of Sword Sect and Worry-Free Pavilion turned red with anger, glaring furiously at Xie Zhou, who was underground.
In the end, they saw nothing but a hazy, bloody mist.
Faced with the disciples' anger, Xie Zhou remained calm and composed. She simply said to the disciples below in a flat voice, "You all need to deal with this demonic dragon. If you don't, don't come back."
Song Wu stood by without showing any reaction, instead appearing very calm and composed.
Xie Zhou's decision to send disciples from the Sword Sect and the Worry-Free Pavilion to attack the blood monster was tantamount to sending them to their deaths.
The others wanted to speak up and dissuade him, but under Xie Zhou's oppressive aura, they all shrank back and dared not utter another word.
The demonic dragon charged straight at them, opening its massive maw without hesitation to bite the throats of the disciples below.
If this monster succeeds, then they will all become food for this dragon right here.
Although the disciples of the Sword Sect and the Worry-Free Pavilion were afraid of death, they were not fools. So, facing this demonic dragon, although they were afraid, they did not back down at all.
Moreover, they have no room to retreat, so they can only move forward and must show no fear whatsoever.
Xie Zhou stood there with his hands sticking out of the ground, watching them attack the monster.
Although she was the one who caused the trouble, it was a good thing to train these new disciples, so she wasn't worried at all.
As the demonic dragon charged straight at them, the monster suddenly transformed into several demonic dragons, which lunged at the disciples' heads.
Even though this dragon could create clones, the other creatures were not to be trifled with. They were capable of anything for survival, so they reacted swiftly and launched a counterattack.
Ao Tian led the Sword Sect disciples in setting up the formation. He already had experience with it, so he was more skilled than the others.
The demonic dragon continued to charge at the place, but their formation was already in place. No matter how powerful the dragon was, it couldn't escape their grasp.
So all of them, who were initially terrified, now watched helplessly as their magic easily defeated the demon dragon.
Their faces immediately lit up with rosy smiles. "Wow! We actually defeated the dragon! We're really that strong!"
Seeing the smiles on the faces of the young disciples, the others looked incredulously at Xie Zhou, who remained calm and composed beside them.
Xie Zhou had long known that these young disciples possessed such strength, so he wasn't worried at all.
At this moment, in an extremely cold region of the ancient battlefield, the disciples of Yan Zong were suddenly attacked by a group of mysterious people. Before they could react, they were suddenly ambushed. The entire place, which was originally a frigid region, suddenly became extremely hot.
The leader was the one who stole the secret techniques of the Worry-Free Pavilion.
Xie Zhou was unaware of those things. The group continued forward and discovered the tomb of an ancient powerful being ahead.
The discovery of this tomb thrilled them all.
"I never expected to find such a good thing in this place."
A smile spread across Song Wu's face, his expression full of anticipation, as if he could already see the moment he would receive those benefits.
The group prepared to enter the tomb.
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