"I'll settle accounts with you later..."
He turned his head and gestured to the twelve branches of the White Lotus Sect in the distance, shouting, "Asking one last time, anyone still want to back out? Crossing the sea isn't for dining; it's for killing. When you kill, you must be prepared to be killed. I am not a god; I cannot guarantee all of you will return alive... If you do not wish to die, now is the time to withdraw. Once we set sail, it will be too late for regrets!"
No one responded; everyone looked at Yang Ge with fervent gazes.
The air seemed to ignite.
