A Small Favor Only

Once this fist technique was unleashed, it struck out with all the symbolic glory of their branch. The Purple Swallow Fist was the glorious signature technique of their branch.

The clansmen from the same branch as Bai Haochen also had their blood set aflame when they saw Bai Haochen unleash the Purple Swallow Fist.

"Brother Haochen used the Purple Swallow Fist!"

"He'll definitely defeat that Bai Qingmo or whatever!"

"Brother Haochen, you have to win! You must win!"

At this point, there was no flattery involved. Every word was their heartfelt support for Bai Haochen—this was affection, this was sincere support!

For the first time, Bai Haochen felt what it was like to truly have others supporting him. Whenever he had acted in the past, countless voices had cheered behind him. Yet those cheers had never made his blood boil. He knew full well that they had been deliberately offered merely to curry favor with him.

Ever since his status had plummeted, those voices had vanished without a trace, only to reappear now.

This time, he felt it with absolute clarity. These were genuine cheers, everyone's support and expectations for him!

Bai Haochen clenched his fists tightly, his eyes bloodshot. Roaring, he unleashed every ounce of his strength.

The might of a Half-step True Martial Realm was no trifling matter.

Yet just as Bai Haochen gave it his all, Bai Qingmo suddenly let out a scornful laugh. Immediately afterward, an overwhelming aura erupted from Bai Qingmo's body.

That powerful aura instantly swept outward, leaving every onlooker dumbstruck.

"This is..."

"True Martial Realm second level strength!"

"The Linghe Commandery branch is actually this formidable. A random genius they send out has already reached the True Martial Realm second level."

"This is bad. It seems the branch from the Eastern Thirty-Six Commanderies