Hidden Dragon Dojo, inside the cultivation room.
Xue Jing sat cross-legged on the solid wood floor, the long saber resting flat on his knees, eyes closed, motionless.
In the entire cultivation room, only his long, steady breathing remained.
After a while, Xue Jing opened his eyes with a frown.
"No good, the imaginary mountains of corpses and seas of blood... they lack any sense of reality."
He had reached an impasse in his cultivation of the "Asura Blade Intent."
The Asura Blade required to be tempered in fresh blood.
But he couldn't imagine that kind of pure killing intent, proving one's way amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
"It's still not enough material."
Xue Jing shook his head.
The only person he had killed with his own hands was Zhu Yingkun, whom he had burned to death with Shadow Flame during the containment mission that day.
The rest were just two Cockroach Monsters...
