Hatred, anger, exhilaration, joy—the kind of bliss that comes with avenging a great grudge.
The great boulder in his heart finally, at this moment, was moved aside along with Guan Zhongjin being devoured by the Zombies.
Pushing aside the thick black clouds, he suddenly felt a kind of freedom and ease in his heart.
He wasn't a Saint; he couldn't reach that realm of: spare your enemies, spare those who hurt you, let go of the hatred in your heart, and then attain freedom.
He couldn't calmly face those who had hurt him, especially this kind of blood feud of life and death.
He couldn't let it go, and he knew that hatred would only make him suffer.
But he couldn't let it go.
If he couldn't let it go, then he'd just kill his enemy.
That was the only way he could accept.
In just half a minute, most of Guan Zhongjin's body had been torn apart and shared by the Zombies.
