These people were all Golden Immortal powerhouses who had suffered under the Chao Tian Sect's suppression over the years. Every one of them carried injuries, and even united, they lacked the courage to provoke Xu Dao Lin as he was now.
Everyone who had just broken through to the Golden Immortal realm would be full of ambition, even looking out over the world and believing themselves to be among its tiny chosen few. But Xu Dao Lin would not allow them to remain so self-satisfied for long. His frenzied suppression would descend directly upon them. These Golden Immortals had all been worn down by it; some had even fallen just after their breakthrough.
Those who remained had long since lost their fighting spirit. Though they had always hated Xu Dao Lin in their hearts, hatred was neither painful nor itchy to him. He could not even be bothered to extend his power to suppress them any further.
Over hundreds and thousands of years, so many Golden Immortals had accumulated, yet none dared to give Xu Dao Lin a valiant try. Even the most basic bloody courage in their bones had vanished.
Now that Ye Tian and Hua Lan Tian had stepped forward, these people held some expectations in their hearts, but they were more eager to watch the spectacle. They wanted to see how long Hua Lan Tian, this newly advanced Golden Immortal, could endure—and how long he could last in Xu Dao Lin's hands.
For someone so blind to the situation, perhaps even their corpse would be difficult to preserve in the end.
After falling into the valley floor themselves, they wanted to see others plunge into the abyss as well. This was the darkness lurking in most people's inner heart, and it was even more obvious in them.