With such a fist technique, the symbol of honor of their branch was fully displayed. The Purple Swallow Wind Fist was the glory of their branch.
At the sight of Bai Haochen using the Purple Swallow Wind Fist, the members of the same branch were equally enthusiastic.
"Haochen has used the Purple Swallow Wind Fist."
"He will definitely defeat that Bai Qingmo."
"Brother Haochen, you must win! You have to win!"
At this point, it was not about flattery. Everyone's words were sincere support for Bai Haochen, genuine love and support!
For the first time, Bai Haochen experienced the taste of being truly supported by others. In the past, every time he took action, there were countless encouraging voices behind him. However, those voices could not make his blood boil, and he knew that they were deliberately encouraging him to please him.
Ever since his status had plummeted, those voices had vanished without a trace, only to reappear now.