Screams of agony punctuated the air, heart-wrenching and piercing. Yang Dingtian's forehead glistened with sweat beads the size of soybeans that trickled down incessantly, dampening the ground beneath his feet.
Expressionless, Chen Hai was indifferent to it all.
He was himself, and the Bloodthirsty Sect was the Bloodthirsty Sect.
On the day he moved out from the Bloodthirsty Sect and no longer served as a Guest Elder, his primary reason was the desire to avoid being tied down to the Sect.
After all, the strength he possessed now was his own doing, without owing anything to the Sect.
The Heavenly Desolate Demon Sect invaded? Ye Fangxian knocking at the door?
Several of the Bloodthirsty Sect's crises had been resolved by Chen Hai.
Even though Ouyang Ming, Gui Wuya, and others had reciprocated by promoting Ye Qingqing to the position of Sect Master, he never felt he owed the Bloodthirsty Sect anything.
