Su Fan's words exploded in Zhao Shuo's mind like a thunderclap.
In an instant, the qi and blood throughout his body seemed to ignite like blazing flames, churning and surging wildly like boiling water in an uncovered pot.
Zhao Shuo drew a deep breath. That breath seemed to carry a resolute strength, unconsciously straightening his back. Like a warrior bearing his Lineage's honor, he strode forward in great strides.
Seeing Zhao Shuo like this, Su Fan nodded in satisfaction, then followed behind him.
I pushed you this hard, and you still couldn't toughen up, remaining as timid as a coward.
If that were the case, you'd be destined to lead a mediocre life, never amounting to anything.
Now, seeing Zhao Shuo stride forward with his chest out and head held high, his steps firm, Su Fan had to admit that he had truly managed to summon an imposing, unstoppable momentum.
The disciples of the "Illusory Demonic Sect" who had originally blocked the entrance to the market saw the fierce aura radiating from Zhao Shuo. They seemed to be intimidated by an invisible force and involuntarily cleared a path.
Watching Su Fan and Zhao Shuo swagger into the market, the faces of those "Illusory Demonic Sect" disciples instantly became extremely ugly, as though they had been slapped in public, filled with unwillingness and humiliation.
Yet if they truly disregarded the consequences and forcibly stopped the two outside the market, they grew timid instead, genuinely lacking the nerve to act so recklessly.
At that moment, in a quiet courtyard deep within the market, more than a dozen Integration Stage old monsters from the "Illusory Demonic Sect" had gathered together.
They watched as Su Fan and Zhao Shuo entered the market beneath the countless knife-cold gazes of the "Illusory Demonic Sect" disciples.
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