"No, no, no, I must stop misfortune from happening, I must become stronger faster. I must obtain the highest level of heritage, to make myself stronger as quickly as possible," Zhang Bin shouted resolutely in his heart.
Blood flowed from his facial features, streaming down and turning him into a man of blood.
The dense smell of blood permeated the air.
His legs bent several times, his arms swung several times, but he held firm.
He must persist for a longer time!
"My heavens, how can he be so hard on himself?"
"Why does he insist so desperately?"
"How strong is his heart?"
"To what extent has his perseverance reached?"
"This is the first time in my life that I've seen such a ruthless and steadfast person. His future is limitless. He was born to be a great figure, destined to become a giant in the Immortal Realm in the future."
"…"
Many disciples of the Dan Ding Sect shouted in shock.
Some female cultivators even shed tears.
