The embroidered-gown youth twisted his brows into a knot. It went without saying that he’d wanted to vent his anger by killing all of these people once the red-dressed girl was freed, but Fang Xing’s idea had now made it completely impossible for him to do so. He and the other two in tier nine made up a bulk of their side’s power, after all; if they were unable to fight, the rest wouldn’t have much of a fighting chance.
Furthermore, Fang Xing wasn’t trying to suppress all of their battle prowess completely and had allowed the Myriad Beasts Sect just enough power to defend themselves if necessary, leaving them very little room to argue against these terms. No matter how reluctant they were, the strongest people would definitely have to take poison pellets.
