Jian Linyuan smiled faintly and said, "No, no, I practice the Slaughter Skill,"
"I kill, not fight."
"Only those who must die will see me strike."
Jiang Fan's pupils contracted slightly.
*Could there truly be people in this world who cultivated the Slaughter Skill?*
*He had once read about it in an ancient manuscript.*
*Among the myriad paths of magic cultivation, there were some exceedingly niche methods.*
*The Slaughter Skill was one of them.*
*Practitioners of such a path seldom met a good end.*
*Because, reaching the peak of cultivation meant only one outcome—loss of mind.*
Cultivating this technique involved more than just mastering various dangerous and terrifying techniques.
One also had to consume the blood of violent demon beasts from a young age, fostering a bloodthirsty bloodline.
Once they made a move,
The bloodthirsty bloodline would activate automatically, thrusting them into a crazed state of bloodlust.
