The moment the talisman was activated, a loud sound was heard.
BOOM!
Blood exploded.
The stronger disciple lost half her body.
The crowd screamed.
Han Yu forced the disciple to laugh wildly.
"You think talent means everything!?"
"You all deserve death!"
An elder descended immediately.
The disciple exploded into blood mist under a palm strike.
Han Yu had already left.
Another death.
Another promising seed removed.
He kept going.
Not constantly, but carefully and methodically. Sometimes he waited until victory was declared. Sometimes he struck during battle. Once he even used a disciple to suddenly turn and attack the overseeing elder after killing the opponent.
That one shocked everyone.
The disciple never reached the elder.
He died halfway there.
Yet the fact he even attempted it caused uproar.
"What is happening!?"
"Are they insane!?"
"Did someone poison them?"
"Why are people suddenly acting like this?"
Whispers spread.
Outer disciples became nervous.
