Dark Room

Giving the kill order had taken less than half a second, yet it had sent a group of people to the deepest part of the abyss.

It also marked the start of the countdown to his sister and his grandmother's deaths.

Tragically, it really was nothing because to a high-ranking Purple Moon Warrior, the lives of ants did not matter. He might have stomped over a dozen ants just by walking a hundred meters outside.

Therefore, Tang Long would not treat the kill order as something serious because he certainly would crush this Purple Moon Warrior's life like an ant. Stepping on an ant was really nothing big as long as he could be strong enough one day.

Blood reeked in Tang Ling's throat, but he looked calmer than before.

Even the Purple Moon Warrior did not notice anything strange. He stood in front of the line and simply skimmed over the group of teenagers before he said, "Follow me."