"Spirit Hall, when you forced me into this sunless place all those years ago, you probably never imagined I would have a chance to return to the continent, did you?"
Blood Spring's expression was cold and sinister.
He was no longer young. He looked to be in his thirties, but he was actually much older—fifty years old. The only reason he appeared ageless was because he had used his Martial Soul to Devour a great deal of Life, leaving his blood and vitality flourishing.
It could only be said that for an Evil Martial Soul Master to get this far, he was quite the talent.
Blood Spring had discovered his Martial Soul's abilities three years after its awakening.
Yet he had kept himself in check, suppressing those urges and cultivating normally all along.
The Innate Soul Power of Blood Spring's Martial Soul had not been low to begin with, reaching Level Six. This filled him with hope for the future, so he had paid little heed to crooked paths.
Unfortunately, his refusal to use it did not mean the outside world would tolerate him.
Spirit Hall kept records of Martial Souls inherently inclined toward Evil, with dedicated classifications and extra scrutiny.
After Blood Spring broke through Level 40, Spirit Hall secretly tested him. They "coincidentally" discovered that his Martial Soul truly was an Evil Martial Soul and moved to suppress him. Although Blood Spring fought with everything he had and managed to escape, he was recaptured after only five years on the run and escorted into the City of Slaughter.
The reason he had survived those five years was that he had barely massacred anyone, causing little disturbance and avoiding exposure of his whereabouts.
He had clearly obeyed the rules, yet he had still been indiscriminately thrown into a place