Zhao Doudou's strength was pitifully weak.
So weak that even Dai Lü, without the Soul Clan's empowerment, could beat him until he wailed for his father and mother.
This lowly martial artist who could barely make a living through swindling was now locked in Eternal Sect's prison, accompanied by two Martial Gods. Such lofty treatment was unprecedented throughout all ages!
Therefore, after learning the strength of the fortress experts, Zhao Doudou could barely contain his emotions. He knelt before the window and poured out his excitement and joy to his deceased parents.
There were ordinary people in the High Martial World too. Though they had once set lofty ambitions in their youth, their strength did not permit it, and they were destined to drift through life in mediocrity.
What about Martial Gods?
They were supreme existences, the continent's absolute faith.
Ordinary people and experts of that level absolutely belonged to two opposite extremes.
But after entering Eternal Sect's prison, the situation changed. No matter strong or weak, rich or poor, they were all prisoners and enjoyed equal treatment.
"I've served time with Martial Gods."
"Martial Gods are my cellmates!"
The more Zhao Doudou thought about it, the more excited and exhilarated he became. He wanted nothing more than to throw back his head and howl at the heavens, releasing the joy buried deep in his heart.
He had even imagined himself after leaving prison, standing upon a storyteller's platform before tens of thousands of listeners, grandly recounting the stories he and the Martial Gods had been unable to avoid sharing back then.
Would some people say it was necessary to go that far?
In an era when even pretty young idols could drive fans mad, the impact of the world's strongest appearing before the weakest was truly unimaginable.
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