"Zhuang Zhou must die!"

Someone growled, their eyes bloodshot, their tone filled with resolute determination.

Regardless of whether Zhuang Zhou would become their nemesis in the future, the sheer massacre he had committed was a blood feud that had to be avenged.

"Let's not hold back any of our trump cards or tactics. It's time to act. If we don't strike now, are we going to wait until these ghost cultivators and exotic species kill Zhuang Zhou and then negotiate with them?"