The old man, with some difficulty, dodged an attack from a Samsara Abyss cultivator, using the chaos to slip into a deep valley.
He first cautiously concealed his presence, planning to move again later to make his escape from afar.
He glanced back one last time at the distant horizon, where a ferocious battle between four Upper Three Heavens cultivators had reached a fever pitch.
Tu Dong, that damn fool, is good for nothing but screwing things up... the old man cursed in his heart.
Just to find an ally to help himself escape, that fool had carelessly revealed the secret stronghold of the Sheng Kang lineage, dragging so many others into this mess.
The Blood River Sect was indeed a double-edged sword.
As long as they could stir up a bloodbath, they didn't mind collaborating with anyone.
But their bloodlust, madness, and selfishness were deeply ingrained in their bones.
