Detestable.

This bunch of rich dogs.

Su Yue had already made up his mind to kill. If possible, he would definitely kill this group of rich dogs first.

Obviously.

This Yangxiang Race underwent a certain level of education, unlike those savages on the battlefield.

Though they were First-Grade, those Second-Grade Yangxiang Race guarding the door looked somewhat respectful.

This group of aliens were the affluent second generation of the Yangxiang Race.

Fortunately, they and Earth Martial Artists had mutual non-interference.

There were still some humans coming and going in the base, but the Yangxiang Race turned a blind eye.

This was the best scenario.

"Next, I will take you to witness the power of the Yangxiang Sect."

Finally, Ning Yutao led a group of people to a large door.

He stepped forward to negotiate for a long time before four Yangxiang Race members opened the door.

Su Yue was shocked.

These four members of the Yangxiang Race were unexpectedly Third-Grade.

Upon opening the door, a pungent smell of blood rushed forth, causing the followers to wave their hands—it was too foul.

"Follow me!"

Ning Yutao led the way inside.

Inside was a damp corridor, dark and eerie, giving the feeling of descending into hell.

Drip! Drip!

From the depths of the corridor came the sound of dripping liquid, sparse and faint, as if souls were whispering in Yama Hall.

Zhou Yuncan's heart raced.

He had a strong premonition that he was about to meet Dai Yuegui. Constantly, he reminded himself to remain calm.

Indeed.

At the end of the corridor was a very spacious dungeon.

All the foul smell originated from here.

People!

They were all people.

Row after row, their feet pierced by iron hooks, hanging upside down like pigs awaiting butchering in a slaughterhouse.

The frightening part was that these people were still alive.

Moreover, their Qi Blood was quite strong, some even being... Fifth-Grade.

Yes.

To this group of new followers, Fifth-Grade was a high and mighty status among the humans, akin to the power of an actual city director.

"Everyone, this group has harmed countless saints of the Yangxiang Sect. In a few days, your first task will be to execute them.

"I can tell you outright, they are all Fifth-Grade Martial Artists. Of course, they've all been poisoned by the Yangxiang Sect, rendering them as walking dead.

"In fact, these people were once Fourth-Grade Martial Artists, but after using the Spirit Medicine of the Yangxiang Race, they instantly rose to Fifth-Grade.

"Should you perform well in the future, you too could receive such opportunities. If you want to grow strong, the Yangxiang Sect can assist you."

Ning Yutao explained.

Inside the dungeon, one could hear a pin drop.

These people had been tortured beyond recognition, surviving solely due to a Martial Artist's Qi Blood.

Zhao Chu was stunned.

To forcefully raise Fourth-Grade to Fifth-Grade, the Yangxiang Race had spared no expense this time.

Before coming, he knew the Yangxiang Sect planned to execute this group.

But he never expected the executioner would be... himself.

Su Yue discreetly observed once more.

In the dungeon, at least ten Third-Grade Martial Artists guarded various corners—they were all human Martial Artists.

Rescuing them by force was completely unrealistic.

Furthermore, there were still four Yangxiang Race members guarding outside.

The Yangxiang Sect, ever cautious.

Everyone was scared witless.

No one dared to utter a word.

Zhou Yuncan scanned the area, finally spotting Dai Yuegui in a corner.

He was emaciated, skin and bones.

Good news, Dai Yuegui was still alive.

But Zhou Yuncan's heart ached.

Yet he managed to remain calm.

Some cowardly delinquent followers nearly vomited.

Eager to flee from this place.

"Die a terrible death, Yangxiang Sect scum... Ugh..."

As the tour ended and the crowd was about to leave, a Martial Artist, hanging by his feet, barely lifted his head to spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm.

"Heh, at least you'll die first."

Ning Yutao sneered coldly.

Afterward, the group followed Ning Yutao away.

Wang Lu Feng, though seething with anger, desperately contained his fury, appearing somewhat trepidatious.

This group of delinquent followers were deserving of ten thousand deaths.

...

Leaving the dungeon, everyone returned to the outside resort area.

Ning Yutao looked with satisfaction at the pale-faced new followers.

Unfortunately, the Yangxiang Race was unwilling to give him the medicine for breaking through to Fourth-Grade.

Only after completing this mission would Hei Chen allow him to breakthrough.

This tour, he represented the Yangxiang Sect, using real examples to educate these followers on several points.

First: With the Yangxiang Sect, there's meat to eat.

Second: Offend or betray the Yangxiang Sect, and your end will be like those in the dungeon.

Third: Executing these Fifth-Grade Martial Artists will make you a hero.

"Sixth Incense Master, what's your opinion on this matter?"

Suddenly, Ning Yutao asked Su Yue without warning.

"Which issue is the Hall Master asking about?

"If it pertains to coexistence between the Yangxiang Race and humans, here stands the best proof.

"Clearly, the Yangxiang Sect does exceptionally well, with the Yangxiang Race strolling the streets and humans strolling as well. We can even exchange resources between both parties, bringing martial arts to an unprecedented level of prosperity.

"Yet, the human government today is simply shortsighted.

"If you speak of those captives, I think they should be killed.

"As history shows, there is no revolution without bloodshed. Only by making the Earth's government fear and hurt can they understand true peace.

"I believe the execution should be made public to intimidate those ignorant people.

"Intimidation is more effective than preaching."

Sharing various outrageous thoughts, Su Yue spoke freely.

"Haha, insightful."

Ning Yutao patted Su Yue's shoulder.

Indeed.

His ideas aligned perfectly with Ning Yutao's.

The feeling of meeting a kindred spirit across the horizon allowed Ning Yutao to find his own worth.

"Sixth Incense Master, come with me to the office, we'll discuss in detail.

"Everyone else, dismissed."

Ning Yutao waved his hand.

Then, Su Yue, ecstatic with joy, followed Ning Yutao away.

Indeed, boasting is a skill.

If he could find Ning Yutao's office, perhaps he'd discover something new.

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