Under the thunderous bell sound, Zheng Ming felt his body shaking, his marrow trembling, everything about him shivering.
Everything was so discomforting; inside his muscles, skin split and flesh burst, pain reached his bones, countless ants incessantly squirmed, and numerous impurities surged out from within his marrow.
At that moment, the divine voice echoing around Zheng Ming's ears resounded once more, telling him that all it wanted was a bow, just a bow at this moment would make everything past.
Bow down, bow down, bow down!
Zheng Ming's eyes turned red, he knew that at this moment, the Hero Card could help him, but at this very moment, he didn't want to use the Hero Card, because this time, he wanted to rely on his own will.
A Martial Artist must brave forward!
Ever since obtaining the Hero Card, Zheng Ming's path had been smooth sailing, though he hadn't given up on tempering his Martial Path will, his will wasn't as strong as he imagined.
