His eyes burned with determination, and an aura of peerless dominance erupted from his body. Expecting him to repent and bow before the hundred sects was an absolute impossibility.
Fight! Then they would fight; he would not retreat a single step. Even if he died in battle, he would feel not a shred of fear. Never mind a hundred sects joining forces; even facing the entire world, he would not be afraid.
Destiny! His destiny must be controlled by his own hands, and no one could sway it. If they wanted to hunt him down, he would make the hundred sects pay a price—he would make them hurt.
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