The corridors of the Black Tower were not spacious; three Personal Soldiers standing side by side could block the way. The temple keepers along the way were no match for the squadron of Personal Soldiers, who could merely charge toward the top of the Black Tower.
With the support of Xiemen Waidao, these Personal Soldiers seemed to have nearly inexhaustible physical strength. They'd discard their weapons as they broke and Mukuai 1234 would immediately assist by providing new ones.
And with each temple keeper they killed, Xiemen Waidao would give a silent cheer of exhilaration.
These rascals were up to no good, every one of them a walking package of virtue. Although it wasn't him but his Personal Soldiers who killed them, his share of the accumulated virtue was plentiful.
Seeing Xiemen Waidao so excited, Mukuai 1234 sneered, "What do you plan to do with all that accumulated virtue? Are you saving up to get me a swimsuit or some other unspeakable outfits?"
