"…Hatred? Exactly…why?" Nian Chen looked incomprehensibly towards Shen Shicheng.
Shen Shicheng's expression didn't change in the least, "That Yan Zhaoge may catch up at any time. Those of the other sects may be rushing over as well."
"Forgive this disciple for not letting you die with understanding. There is no need for this disciple to pour out to you my resentment of so many years. Instead, I will be satisfied with just stably sending you on your way."
Amidst his words, Shen Shicheng formed his fingers into a claw, clawing deeply into the flesh and blood of Nian Chen's chest as his powerful true essence unceasingly broke apart Nian Chen's organs as well as remaining vitality.
Nian Chen groaned as he spat out yet another mouthful of flesh blood, his originally silvery hair already having dimmed, losing its lustre.
The face of the past number one expert of the Blood Dragon Sect was currently enveloped by the shadow of death.