Taking Away One's Gold Right In Their Eyes

Under the immense pressure radiating from Zhou Wuyue, Zhao Yin felt as though his very breath was being squeezed out of him.

The weight of the oppressive force was so intense that he had to forcibly channel the energy of his physique, summoning every ounce of his strength to withstand it.

His body trembled slightly, but he did not falter.

Despite the suffocating aura, Zhao Yin's resolve remained unshaken, and he stood firm in his decision.

He gritted his teeth, his voice resolute. "This… I am resolute in my decision. I do not intend to join the Soul Seizing Sect either."

Zhou Wuyue and Yu Qingping narrowed their eyes, their gazes cold and piercing.

For a moment, it seemed as though they would escalate the pressure even further, but they slowly withdrew it.

Zhao Yin, who had been holding his breath, exhaled deeply, his chest rising with a sense of relief as he could finally breathe again.