Everyone: "....."
In this day and night, nearly two thousand figures have appeared. Can you claim there's not one you dislike?
Each one who passes by seems pleasant, and each one who approaches appears equally gentle. Couldn't be mistaken, surely this must be the case!
In your understanding, all people are gentle. But is that even possible?!
"Big brother, let's go back," advised Mo Yuanqing cautiously.
"No!"
"I must see for myself how many people participate in this Heavenly Judge's mass training session for Gold Rank assassins!"
Mo Yuantu declared fiercely: "Whether there are ten thousand or not, if there are, I just need to kill ten thousand Gold Rank assassins, and surely one of them will be Softspoken! It must be this way!"
Insanity!
This is definitely madness!
Not only Mo Yuanqing, but also the masters from Supreme Mountain coming from the side, had the same thought.
Kill ten thousand Gold Rank assassins?!