"If we train one step at a time to avenge Senior Sister, forget this lifetime—we probably won't have a chance in the next."
"Remember, while we improve our cultivation, that young man won't stand still."
"His progress in the Martial Dao may even outstrip ours several times over, dozens of times, perhaps hundreds or thousands of times."
After hearing Xiao Jinghong, the Dao Alliance's true disciples looked grimmer than ever.
They had concealed their forms and auras here on this trip only because they had happened to sense a powerful aura heading toward the Capital City of the Great Qi Dynasty.
They had intended to seize the chance to gauge the true strength of Luo-Surnamed Youth.
Instead, they had witnessed a battle they would never forget and heard news that chilled them to the bone.
After a long silence, Han Youying, the strongest among them, stepped forward despite having already guessed what was coming.
"Little Seventeen, I doubt you said all that just to boost the enemy's morale and crush our own."
"Tell us. What do you suggest?"
"The Ten Thousand Demon Lair!"
Sure enough, the moment she asked, those three familiar words reached her ears.
Xiao Jinghong stood with his hands behind his back, his gravelly voice as still as an ancient well.
"Nearly all the top ten Demon Ancestors in the Ten Thousand Demon Lair have died at that young man's hands. Its defenses are at their weakest right now."
"If we go in, we might find a suitable Dao Palace Stabilizer, or some rare Heavenly Treasures that could greatly increase our cultivation and speed up our training."
"Only then will we have hope of avenging Senior Sister."
"Little Seventeen, have you gone mad? The Demon Ancestors in the Ten Thousand Demon Lair may be dead, but that