Zhao Hai looked at the people in the hall and suddenly laughed, &Quot; good! Now that's the aura of the bloody massacre sect. None of the disciples of the bloody massacre sect are afraid of death. Even though we know that we're going to die and that our enemies are powerful, we still have to draw our blades. Even if our enemies are stronger than us, we still have to give them a blow and let them bleed. This is how we should be. You all have to remember this. No matter who it is, if they dare to offend the bloody massacre sect, they have to be prepared to fight us to the death. &Quot;
Everyone responded with a thunderous roar. At this moment, they had finally forgotten their previous identities, forgotten the ten great sects. They only remembered that they were disciples of the blood slaughter sect. The blood slaughter sect's Mark had been deeply imprinted on their bodies, and would never change for the rest of their lives. This was exactly what Zhao Hai wanted.
