Xu Zian sat silently in a small room, with a huge wound on his abdomen that was constantly dripping with blood, slowly falling to the floor.
Feeling the bad condition of his body, Xu Zian couldn't help but grit his teeth in anger.
"Damn natives! Lowly mortals, how dare you injure me?", he whispered, his face furious.
As a disciple of the Blood God Temple, when had Xu Zian ever suffered such humiliation by a bunch of "mortals"?
Originally, when Xu Zian received the memories of this body and discovered his identity and his current strength, he was very happy.
Although this was a completely strange, new world, with his strength as a True Warrior, his status as an Earl and his experience as a Late Stage Shackles Realm cultivator, Xu Zian believed that he would be able to thrive.
