"Brothers, kill the enemy!"
Under the starry sky, the Guardians of the Immortal Dao shouted, their expressions filled with excitement, resembling hunters who had spotted their prey.
A flame called slaughter burned fiercely in their hearts.
In reality, as the armed forces of the Immortal Treasure Pavilion, they seldom had the opportunity to act; their main tasks involved maintaining order, exploring relics, and escorting treasures.
Often, they were idle at home for hundreds or thousands of years.
Martial artists do not fight!
How can this be?
Those who joined the ranks of Immortal Dao Guardians were outstanding individuals, fully aware that the path of martial arts was forged through battle, so they cherished opportunities to engage in combat.
"After so many years without action, my weapon is almost rusted; your blood will serve as its opening!"
