[Burn my broken body, never looking back. Ancient Kingdom Divine Spirits, never slaves…]
Ning Fan fled all the way towards the lower sky of Great Dark Heaven, with the sound of battle cries growing louder behind him.
This phrase continuously echoed in his mind, recalling scenes from thirty thousand years of painstaking cultivation. His face showed no joy in outsmarting Hei Sheng, no anger at the Dark Clan for reneging on their agreement, only complexity…
He was not Hei Sheng's match; thus the victory was unearned, hence no joy.
He had never truly trusted the Dark Clan from the beginning, without any psychological gap, hence no anger.
He had long expected that coming to the Dark Clan would eventually lead to a true falling out due to various reasons, but he still came, just to repay the Ancient Chaos Grand Emperor's kindness. Everything was prepared for mentally.
