In truth, a murderous rage coiled in Jiang Jichen's heart, begging to be unleashed.
Especially toward the Holy Mountain Master, whom he was determined to kill.
He still remembered the scene from a year ago, by the Extinct Spirit River, when his aunt, Jiang Ling'er, was nearly obliterated by the Holy Mountain Master's Dharma Avatar.
He also recalled the repeated assassination attempts he had suffered at the hands of the Holy Mountain's members.
And now, this time, if he had returned even a moment later, the Luochen Sect would have been annihilated. His lovers, his brothers, his friends, his disciples—all of them would have been lost to him forever.
The thought sent a chill to his very core, and cold sweat soaked his back.
And for that very reason, the killing intent in his heart grew even heavier.
'Holy Mountain, I will destroy you. I don't care about any Saint Venerable. I'll kill you all!'
