Chapter Thirty-Two: Resentment

about time to make a trip back to the floating island for supplies.Jiang Wang has already used his smoothly rising immortal arts to slip away.The sharp-faced sea tribe was still searching the area, un...Uncared for in life, unburied in death.

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Born alone, die alone.

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In this world, to have no place to bury the dead is the cruellest of curses.

Even the most vicious curse also means... When it comes to magic, the greatest power.

Yin Guan unleashed a curse, and instantly resentment arose in throngs.

Evil occurs in everyone's heart, growing and spreading.

Within the confines of the ironclad black pillar's imprisonment, an endless torrent of curse power roamed wildly, whipping up a tempestuous wind that felt almost tangible.

This is a tsunami happening in the heart.

If the caravan members had not yet departed, they would have been thoroughly eroded, each one consumed by bitterness and self-destruction, none spared from this frenzy.

Yin Guan cursed as he surged forward, his long hair trailing down to his feet and fluttering wildly in the windless air. It seemed poised to obliterate everything before him, a blaze of fury burning with demonic intensity.

That kind of darkness, it weighs on you, almost suffocating.

Even across the cast iron pillars that pierce through this place!

Having witnessed Yin Guan's power today, Jiang Wangcai realized that the few times he had seen Yin Guan make a move before were like mere jokes, not truly displaying his true strength.

Facing such an Y Guan, even though he was already a renowned genius in Qi State, he couldn't even last a single round.

However, what's terrifying is...

Please note: * I've removed the extra "Wan Yao. He walked in grandly under the gaze of all people. How come when leaving, he has to take a back door Could it be that he's afraid of the people from Jing Guo"Jiang Wang turned without looking...