Shattering Illusions! Nascent Soul Peak!

Hearing those words, Ran Hua began trembling uncontrollably from head to toe, the broken sword in his hand nearly slipping from his grasp.

Yes, what was he, anyway?

He had originally been nothing more than a Gate Guard Disciple of the Outer Sect, with mediocre talent. What right did he have to receive such a fortuitous opportunity?

What right did he have for Chen Changqing to yield such a precious chance to him?

Was he worthy?

Harassed by that voice, Ran Hua's gaze immediately grew unfocused, and a thought of giving up rose within him.

At that instant, a scene suddenly surfaced in his mind.

Within Changqing Peak, a figure in azure robes patted him on the shoulder, his gaze gentle yet resolute as he said, "You're my brother!"

As that scene emerged, the haze in Ran Hua's eyes abruptly changed, bursting forth with unprecedented clarity.

"I... I am mediocre!"

"My foundation is shallow."

"But... I'm my boss's brother!"

"He believes in me. He gave me this chance to undergo the Blood Pool baptism. I can't let him down!"

With that thought, Ran Hua's expression became even more resolute.

Boom!

At the same time, the axe light descending before him came crashing down with savage force.

This time, there was no trace of fear in Ran Hua's eyes. Raising the broken sword in his hand, he met it with a single slash.

Bang!

A deafening roar rang out.

The axe light shattered completely beneath Ran Hua's strike, and the burly figure wielding the giant axe shattered along with it.

Everything broke apart like an illusion.

The next moment, the surrounding scene suddenly changed.

Looking around, Ran Hua discovered that he was still within the Blood Pool. The dark crimson water continued to churn without pause, misty vapors filling the air.