At this moment, Xiang Zhili was completely unhinged, cursing the heavens in anger!
His tone was full of sorrow and indignation!
The fighting at the scene had already stopped.
Everyone felt uneasy watching Xiang Zhili in this state.
Just like the myth of the tortoise living a thousand years, Xiang Zhili had reached his twilight years.
The soil had already reached his neck!
For him, ascending to the position of Sect Leader was his lifelong dream.
In the eyes of many Seven Kills Sect disciples, Xiang Zhili was indeed already the Sect Leader, although he had done many things that broke the rules, at least he ensured the Seven Kills Sect's legacy wasn't severed.
He also managed to maintain a certain level of prestige for the Seven Kills Sect in the Jianghu.
But unfortunately, he was not the one chosen by fate.
He was not the Chosen One.
