"Junior Brother Ling, now is the time for you to fight for the honor of the Hall of Conquest, please go to battle!"
"Indeed, whether for public or private reasons, you should take action!"
"..."
The pleas were endless.
The veteran elite disciples of the Hall of Conquest, one by one, were filled with righteous indignation, clamoring for Ling Feng to fight, after all, Ling Feng's strength was not as simple as it appeared on the surface. The battle against Claire was not entirely hopeless either.
If the Bloodthirsty Soul Chasing Arrow could be won back, it would not only defend the dignity of the Hall of Conquest but also comfort the spirits of the Emperor Strong who died under its might.
These disciples who have fought for many years in the Hall of Conquest mostly have a very strong sense of belonging and honor towards the hall.
"Junior Brother Ling, please take action!"
Yuan Ling, holding the barely breathing Yan Wufeng, flew before Ling Feng with a pleading look.
