The silver-bearded man looked at Zhao Hai with fire in his eyes. If eyes could kill, Zhao Hai would have died 10000 times. His hatred for Zhao Hai couldn't be expressed in words.
Of course, Zhao Hai had no intention of being friends with him. From the moment the God clan used the people of the church of Light as blood sacrifices, the enmity between Zhao Hai and the God clan had become irreconcilable.
Zhao Hai was not a Savior. To be honest, he didn't want to be one either. If it wasn't for the Celestials and demons forcing him to get to where he was today, he would still be living a life of two acres of land, one cow, and a warm bed for his wife and children. To put it simply, he had no ambition.
