Killing.

The spirit vessel carrying hundreds of the Dragon Sword sect disciples departed the next morning. The disciples were excited because they wished to fight to their heart's content. Shi Lang could understand them; he used to be like this only during his early days as a soldier. 

The terran stood among the core disciples silently when a guy said, "Senior Brother Bo, you need to tell them a few things. Their battle lust is making them underestimate the danger." 

Bo Qingtan sighed and said, "Fine, Senior Brother Qian did this for me last time." 

That said, the young man walked ahead. He stood up at the bow of the vessel and snapped his fingers. The spirit energy between his fingers echoed in the surroundings. Everyone turned to look at him, and gradually the enthusiastic cheers stopped. They knew what Bo Qingtan wanted to say something.