A moment later, more than a dozen demon disciples were chopped into minced meat.
Zhang Xing and the elders all shook their heads.
Elder Zhang Yu explained the reason to Zhang Xing.
The hatred between humans and demons had always existed.
Many young people were a bit extreme. No matter what kind of demon they were, as long as they saw them, they would definitely kill them.
Therefore, the hatred between the demons and humans grew deeper and deeper.
And in the Black Tortoise Continent, the demons' territories were spread all over.
The smaller ones were cities, while the larger ones were regions.
But these cities were all seized by the demons through battle after battle.
Their main territory was the barren land in the north of the Black Tortoise Continent.
The humans looked down on that place, but they could not let them expand.
And they sent a large number of troops to confront the demons at the edge of the barren land.
The people in the south lived quite comfortably.
After all, it was far from the north.
But the sword cultivators of the sword sects in the south could not live so comfortably.
Every year, they would send many disciples to the north to participate in the war.
Those who were lucky enough to survive could go to the three sword sects in the south to cultivate.
Those who performed well could even be accepted as disciples by the elders of the sword sects.
From then on, they would be like carps leaping over the dragon's gate, and their status would become completely high.
.....
Zhang Xing wasn't interested in these things, so he just listened to them.
A few hours later, they returned to the ground.
But as soon as they came out, they saw the 32 sect leaders of the southern sword sects and more than 60 ancestors standing in a square.
In front of them stood a group of young people with swords on their backs.
One of them, a young man in a purple robe in his twenties, was saying something.
"They're from the Purple Sword Pavilion!"
Elder Zeng Chi's expression changed.
The elders and disciples of the other sword sects also stopped in their tracks nervously.
"Is the Purple Sword Pavilion very powerful?"
Zhang Xing saw that they seemed to be afraid and could not help but wonder.
"Senior Yu, the Purple Sword Pavilion is ranked third among the three first-rate sword sects in the south!"
"Us second and third-rate sects rely on them to survive."
Zeng Chi explained.
"All of you … come over here."
The young man in the purple robe noticed them and raised his hand to point.
His tone was as if he was ordering servants.
"Go over, don't make them angry."
Zhang Yu whispered.
Zhang Xing felt a little disdainful in his heart, but he followed behind unhurriedly.
A moment later, the one hundred and fifty to sixty survivors stood behind their respective sects' teams.
"Cough cough!"
The purple-robed young man pretended to cough twice.
Then, with a serious face, he said, "All sects, hand over the treasures you obtained."
Zhang Yu, Ceng Chi, and the others stared blankly, their hearts trembling.
Oh no!
They had heard the news and came over to eat ready-made food.
But there were no treasures down there. What could they hand over?
For a moment, the scene became quiet.
No one wanted to speak first.
Whoever stood out would be unlucky.
"Hmm?
What's wrong? You don't want to pay? "
The purple-robed young man's complexion turned cold. Then, his gaze started to wander around the bodies of the leading elders.
"You!
Come out! "
He pointed at Elder Song Chuan of the Flowing Water Sword Faction and hooked his finger.
Elder Song Chuan groaned inwardly.
Bracing himself, he walked out and cupped his hands in greeting.
"Flowing Water Sword Faction Elder Song Chuan greets Young Master Kang Cheng!"
"Hmm, let's start with your Flowing Water Sword Faction."
Young Master Kang Cheng shook his head.
"This … I won't hide it from Young Master Kang Cheng. The treasures are actually a scam.
There isn't a single treasure inside, but a trapped Star Condensation Bloodthirsty Demon. "
As Song Chuan spoke, he observed Young Master Kang Cheng's expression.