Martial Conquest of the Nine Desolates

Inside the second layer of Haotian Tower, Xiao Ye sat cross-legged on the ground, his body trembling ceaselessly.

At this time, he felt as though he had arrived within a boundless Dark Space, where Black Demonic Qi surged everywhere, terribly daunting to the heart, completely disconnected from the outside world.

"I refuse to accept this!"

"My Willpower is clearly among the best of all the assessed disciples; with the aid of the Clear Heart Technique, how could I possibly fail to break through a mere Illusion?"

"I will never give in!"

Xiao Ye stood within the dark void, shouting loudly, yet unable to find any way out, as if he was imprisoned there.

Just then, a voice full of demonic charm sounded in his dark space: "Hehe, your Willpower is indeed formidable, or you wouldn’t have drawn me out."

"Who’s speaking?" Xiao Ye’s eyes flashed brilliantly, scanning his surroundings, but he couldn’t see a single person.

The voice ignored Xiao Ye’s question and continued: "Kid, as a new disciple of the Yellow Hall in the Taiyi Palace, having no background or connections, and not even qualified to touch the King Martial Combat Skills, you’re bullied by others. Do you not feel indignant and angry?"

As that figure spoke, all the unfair treatment Xiao Ye had encountered since joining the Taiyi Palace, as well as the moments when monstrous figures from the Main Hall sought to oppress him and take Little White, all surfaced before his eyes.