"Among the brave like Hong Yong, there are still five!"
"Among the brave like Hong Yong, there are still five!"
"Among the brave like Hong Yong, there are still five!"
...
The mountain winds and ranges provided an incessant echoing foundation for this eight-character phrase.
Thus, even the lazy morning sun over Lingjue Mountain was invigorated by the five's cry towards the heavens.
Even the Dao heart of Dao Yi, which had endured the transformation of tens of thousands of years, was stirred by the relentless echo.
The world is not lacking in the brave.
But some bravery, like an ant proclaiming to the heavens that it will destroy them, is foolish.
However, the seemingly foolish bravery of these five somehow instilled a bit of trust in the onlookers, as if they could truly defeat the eleven cultivators of the nine regions.
"Exterminating Immortal Sword eyes, Five Elements Spiritual Body, Battle Body Red Blade, Postcelestial Myriad Calamity Body, Poison Mistress…"
