Shen Shengliang was indeed filled with regret.
If Time could be turned back,
he would have given the version of himself from an hour ago—the one blinded by Spirit Stones—a hard slap!
This was a man who clearly possessed the strength to rival a True Cultivator of the Soul Emergence Realm, yet was willing to remain unknown, patiently hiding in this remote place.
Such a formidable individual,
how could he ever have hoped to provoke him?!
But unfortunately,
what was done was done, and it could not be changed.
Worse yet,
he had previously, in a commanding tone, ordered that man's people to their deaths just to buy time for his own escape...
He had undoubtedly offended him even more deeply.
Every time this crossed his mind,
Shen Shengliang couldn't resist the urge to slap himself again!
This was no longer a matter of Spirit Stones. It was a matter of survival...
However,
Shen Shengliang was ultimately an insignificant figure in this great battle.
Whatever he did,
