Whoosh!
Under the watchful eyes of thousands, Hong Bao, the Qiyun Sect's top Outer Disciple, abruptly stood up, his fists clenched tightly, as he slowly took his first step forward. This step was incomparably heavy.
In an instant, all of the hopeful gazes converged upon Hong Bao.
As he walked slowly, Hong Bao seemed to understand the meaning behind the thousands of pairs of eyes fixed on him. There were the gazes of the Sect Leader, the Sect Elders, and the thousands of Inner and Outer Sect Disciples.
All of these gazes held only one message — to make a comeback, to fight a battle that could turn the tide, to win back some pride!
Only Hong Bao knew how heavy the pressure from these thousands of gazes was.
But Hong Bao's fear did not stem from these thousands of hopeful eyes; it came instead from the corpse of Li Yuncong on the platform, with its viscera spilled out, and even more so, from Lio Yunchong, who was on stage pointing his blood-dripping saber at him!
He was afraid!
