The ridge was buffeted by Gang Winds, while below, the Galaxy Creek surged with furious waves.
Gazing at the corpse swallowed by the waves, Ye Lingyue's eyes dimmed slightly.
Although there was no mutual slaughter, the brutality of disciple selection at Lonely Moon Sea far exceeded the trials of the world.
Everyone had to fight not others, but the fear within their own hearts.
"Ah--you bunch of evil ghosts, what Lonely Moon Sea, what reputable sect, it's all crap."
Under extreme tension, a Martial Artist suddenly went berserk and lunged at several disciples of Lonely Moon Sea.
The leading disciple stepped back a few paces, and the berserk youth missed his target. His body, like a fallen leaf, plunged downward, about to crash into Galaxy Creek.
The surrounding disciples, faced with such a scene, showed no sympathy, their eyes cold. Clearly, they were accustomed to everything happening today.
