"The humiliation of that battle has stayed etched in my heart for a full ten thousand years. I remembered it for ten thousand years."
"Throughout those ten thousand years, I cultivated like mad, searched like mad for a way to defeat you. Every day, even in my dreams, I wanted to trample you beneath my feet."
"Today, I succeeded."
"I am happy, but I am also disappointed."
"I am happy—happy that I have finally succeeded."
"But I am disappointed too. Disappointed that in ten thousand years, you have not improved in the slightest. You have truly disappointed me far too much."
Chu Lang held his weapon and looked at Blood Pupil, who was vomiting blood beneath his feet, his face full of disappointment.
No progress in ten thousand years.
He was simply a complete waste.
"Today, you will die by my hand. I will use your life to wash away the humiliation I have borne for ten thousand years."
As the final slash fell.
Blood Pupil's head was severed.
A cultivator at the first level of the Quasi-Saint Realm had died just like that.
Blood Pupil's death caused no ripple in Ye Lin's heart.
Nor did he make any move to stop it.
You chose this road yourself; you could not blame anyone else.
You had courage, but no strength.
Wang Dali had courage, and the strength to match. That was why Ye Lin had rewarded him.
Blood Pupil had courage, but his strength was lacking. If he died, then he died.
To receive a reward, one also needed the corresponding strength.
"Feels great."
Seeing Blood Pupil dealt with, Chu Lang's face was filled with satisfaction.
The inner demon that had plagued him for ten thousand years was gone.
Suddenly, Chu Lang's aura began to surge higher and higher.
His