"What do you mean?" Chu Lingxiao frowned even more deeply.
Song Dashan glanced at her, "The Sea of Spirit no longer has the Wuxiang Sect. The disciples of Wuxiang Sect are no longer useful, they will only bring chaos to the Sea of Spirit!"
"In troubled times, we cannot allow these petty villains to run amok!"
Song Dashan was a seasoned veteran, though his temperament was somewhat rigid and straightforward, his decades of military experience had long honed him into a mature commander.
The destruction of the Wuxiang Sect had long been a foregone conclusion, and now, except for a few remnants of Wuxiang Sect disciples, no one would think of rebuilding the Wuxiang Sect.
The Yang family did not have the time or energy to appease these people, nor would they waste time and effort entangled with them.
The Nether Prison Sect had already gathered an army, facing a formidable enemy, it was naturally necessary to cut through the chaos swiftly.
