Asura War Supreme

2Originally, Yang Jun wanted to say something to encourage Hou Xiaolin, but he didn't expect that after this, the more Yang Jun said, the angrier he became. He clenched his teeth tightly, his fist was also clenched tight, Luo Feng and the others' faces showed a complex expression, in these few years, as low ranked disciples, especially those from Ninth Peak s, they had been bullied and ridiculed by a lot of high ranked disciples, especially those from the Intermediate Disciple s.     0

    

However, it was no wonder. This world was a martial world. If he was stronger than you, you would be bullied. If you were weaker than him, you would become the target of bullying! The law of survival of the fittest, the immutable law of nature! Especially in this mortal world where using martial arts as a standard, this iron law was even more direct and naked!    

    

Those memories made him suffer a pain that he would never forget in his entire life. At midnight, he would have a few nightmares about it, and the suffering Hou Xiaolin had suffered was not only caused by the Martial Sect to suffer a fate worse than death, being ordered around by the sect disciples like a dog by the sect disciples. It was also when he was young and when his mother died from sickness, he was treated like a slave by his stepfather.    

    

Hou Xiaolin was originally a villager of the Marquis Family in the Dragon Mountain Empire, Cyan Mountain City, the Sword King of the Greenspirit Country. After losing her father since childhood,'s mother was forced to marry and not long after she was forced to live for a long time, she also died of illness after working hard for many years. Hou Xiaolin's stepfather was a demon who gambled with the three evils, "drunkard" and "lazy" all the time, but Hou Xiaolin's father was still fine when he was still around.    

    

Suffocation!    

    

Gray!    

    

Pain!    

    

Other than the slight care and concern his mother had for him when he was still alive, Hou Xiaolin's childhood could simply be said to be living in a hell, an endless hell! Since then, he had tried to escape from that hell countless times, but in the end, he had always been captured by that "demon" ? Until one day, when Hou Xiaolin finally escaped from the abyss by a fluke ? Furthermore, together with the young Lin Jingyu, he joined one of the ten great sects of the Lingnan, the "Martial Sect" ?    

    

This piece of memories and past had been rooted in the bottom of Hou Xiaolin's heart, like a scar.    

    

Also, when he thought about the unbearable look in his mother's eyes before she passed away, Hou Xiaolin's gaze grew dark. The him at that time, even though he was only eleven or twelve years old, he could read his mother's eyes. It was a look of worry, worry for his son's future ?    

    

Mother! Rest assured! I firmly survived, and I even survived. Not only did I escape from that guy's grasp, I joined a sect, and I even became a cultivator! A cultivator at the peak of the eighth level of the Spirit Realm! It was a pity ? Woo! If you can see this day... How good that would be!    

    

Hou Xiaolin thought.    

    

At the same time, he was determined to become a very, very powerful cultivator, so powerful that no one else would dare to easily harm the person beside him!