The words squeezed out from between his teeth were filled with endless malice and hatred, like a curse from the Nine Nether Hell, his voice low and full of menace: "Shi Feiyang, you despicable villain, just you wait! I swear to settle this blood debt with more blood, to tear you to pieces, only then can I slightly appease the anger in my heart!" That voice, filled with malice and hatred, was like a curse from the Nine Nether Hell, sending shivers down one's spine.
Xie Zhichuan stood aside, his face ashen, like a block of cold iron. His hatred for Shi Feiyang had long seeped into his bones, with every cell screaming disdain for Shi Feiyang, a hatred that seemed capable of piercing the heart.
At this moment, his hands clenched tightly, his nails deeply embedded in his palms, blood slowly dripping between his fingers, yet he seemed completely unaware.
