Hearing this, Gu Jin couldn't be more clear.
She was just astonished that the Yin Yue Sect and Rakshasa Gate within the Hidden Market were cultivating using such despicable methods.
She slightly raised her eyebrows, and a cold look appeared in her eyes: "So in the cultivator tournament every ten years, most of those who go are just headed to their deaths?"
Her words carried a tone of certainty, mixed with a trace of anger.
Because she was also one of those invited.
In this life, she found herself once again becoming a pawn in others' eyes, to be used and discarded.
How could she not be annoyed or angry!
Even though the Yin Yue Sect and Rakshasa Gate had many Golden Core Stage Cultivators, Gu Jin would not be intimidated by them.
She had trump cards, ways to exit unscathed even when encountering numerous experts at the cultivator tournament.
But being disrespected, treated like a pawn to be sacrificed, was something she couldn't tolerate.
