A Fight Between Nine-leaf Cultivators

If Lu Zhou did not have a Peak Trial Card, he might have chosen to retreat. In the past, his disciples and elders would usually fight before him. However, there was no need for that today.

Lu Zhou looked up slowly as the locust-like cultivators swarmed toward him.

"Since time immemorial, there has never been peace that was won without the spilling of blood. If you dig, you'll certainly find human bones under the soil of peaceful lands. Men have gone on battlefields, chased away wild animals, protected their homes, defended their lands, and held the borders! Kill them!"

Justice lay with those who had numbers.

Once an individual became a part of a mob, their will would become collective, and they would blindly and stubbornly charge forward. They would easily lose their ability to think for themselves and would be blind to concrete evidence. They were radical and fanatic.