The light in Baili An's eyes spread like ink, with black threads tightly winding around his body, as if awakening from Hell.
In an instant, it seemed as though a powerful illusion was born, he lifted his eyes and finally let out a hoarse voice:
"Hate... I hate my father! I hate the Xijian Sect! I hate it so much that I'm willing to be an enemy with this Ancient Immortal Path for a lifetime! I hate it so much I want to kill all the righteous immortals and gods in the world!"
Listening to that voice full of rage, even Zangxin's expression faltered for a moment.
At this moment the hatred and anger suppressed in Baili An's eyes were so real they seemed tangible.
Yes, in this world, who could be treated with such suffering and still remain a saint who bears no resentment?
Once that thread completely snapped, he instead became fearless and unflinching.
The whole person was like a cold corpse, allowing scorpions to crawl over him, blood flowing all around.
