"It's fine. Even if his potential is immense and the Secret Treasure yet to be excavated is astonishing, it still needs to be redeemed in the future. He's still young; right now he can't grasp it."
"This round should be in the bag!"
Except for one person, everyone else held an optimistic attitude.
On the battlefield, Hong Dao himself was overflowing with confidence. Who was he? Placed upon the Immortal Road, he was an Eight day Stacker, a king among peers of the same realm.
The higher the realm, the harder it was to maintain one's original form of life. By the Eighth Realm, there were already almost none who could accomplish it!
"Haha… Heaven has not cut off my path!" Hong Dao's body, like charred coal, continued to shine.
He had originally thought his story would end here, closing in bleak tragedy, that he would die in the hands of a junior. Yet now he welcomed a major turning point.
"Half an incense-stick's time is enough!" A murderous gleam surfaced in his eyes.
